The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 5 The McFastie Clan

Professor Sprout had no time to react before he heard the gunshots and the black dragon's mournful howl echoing in his ears at the same time.

The wound on the black dragon's wing was torn open, and blood spurted out. Stimulated by the intense pain, it suddenly retracted its left wing, and its huge body suddenly lost its balance, crashing down with a loud bang. The massive dragon body almost grazed the three of them as it rolled down the hillside.

She turned her head in shock and saw Lucas still crouching, the smoke from the gun muzzle dissipating, revealing a pair of bright eyes filled with excitement.

This is a Muggle "gun"?

Lucas felt he had fired the best shot of his life!

Of course, with such a massive black dragon already close at hand, its stench wafting towards me like a raging storm, it wasn't easy for someone like me, who often hunted with my grandfather, to miss such a large target. Also, I must thank my grandfather for loading the shotgun with the No. 000 buckshot, the most powerful 12-gauge shotgun shell specifically designed for hunting large animals like wild boars.

With his blood still surging, Lucas pushed up with his right thumb, disengaging the unlocking lever. He then pressed down with his left hand, and with a click, the barrel snapped to the ground. Two empty cartridge cases, emitting blue smoke, flew out and landed in the grass at his feet.

So decisive and efficient, so brave and fearless!

Professor Sprout was shocked. His first thought was that Lucas would be sorted into Gryffindor.

Lucas reached for his waist with his left hand, but found nothing. He then remembered that the bullet belt was not on his waist, but on his grandfather.

The loud noise finally woke the old man, who cried out in a trembling voice, "Well done, Luca! Kill it!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a furious roar erupted, almost piercing the entire valley! With a deafening boom, the black dragon leaped up again, charging up the hillside!

Professor Sprout's expression changed drastically, and the tip of his wand glowed with a ghostly blue light once more.

As one of the most dangerous XXXXX-level magical creatures, how could a fire dragon be killed so easily? If Lucas hadn't hit its pre-existing wound, the shotgun bullet wouldn't have been able to penetrate its scales at all!

She heard the whooshing sound of the wind, and the scorching air instantly made the hair of the three of them curl.

"Protect them all!"

At the critical moment, a bright blue light barrier rose, protecting the three of them. Almost simultaneously, a thick, surging pillar of fire shot upwards from below, slamming into the light barrier with a deafening roar. The blue light barrier, like a solid reef, parted the oncoming wave of fire.

Lucas looked down with excitement. The black dragon had its mouth wide open, and blazing flames shot out from its upper and lower jaws. In the blink of an eye, the green grass on the mountainside turned yellow and then burst into flames.

This is the breath of a fire dragon!

And this light shield is the wizard's area protection magic!

All of this "mystery" was so vivid, exciting, and fatally attractive to me.

However, his excitement lasted only a second before the blue light shield quickly dimmed and began to crumble. He hurriedly turned his head and saw Professor Sprout, who was covered in sweat and had a pale face.

She can't hold on much longer!

"Grandpa, the bullets!" Lucas shouted. But just as he took the two bullets from Finley's hand, the blue shield made a sound like shattering glass.

Dragonfire possesses both terrifying heat and powerful magical attack, making it impossible for most wizards to withstand directly. "Blessing All" is about to expire!

"Think of something, Pomona!" Professor Sprout cried out in his heart. No matter what, they had to protect Lucas and his grandson!

The next instant, to Professor Sprout's alarmed gaze, the blue shield shattered with a bang as soon as the bullet in Lucas's hand was loaded into the chamber.

Lucas closed his eyes, bracing himself for the onslaught of flames; the intense heat seemed to have set his hair ablaze.

However, the flames disappeared.

Professor Sprout was holding Lucas tightly with her left hand and Finley with her right, but the dragon flames that suddenly disappeared in front of her made her stop in her tracks, looking at the black dragon with surprise and uncertainty.

The black dragon remained in the action of exhaling, its long neck stretched out, its huge mouth wide open, aimed at the three of them. Its layers of sharp dragon teeth were covered with thick bloodstains, as if it might pounce at any moment.

But no flames were coming out of its mouth anymore, and even its eyes were closed.

Then, the black dragon swayed and crashed onto the scorched earthen slope.

It actually fainted!

Just as Lucas was about to ask a question, he saw seven figures appear behind the black dragon as its massive body collapsed.

It was the height of summer, but they were all dressed in heavy leather hoods and cloaks, and most importantly, without exception, they all held wands, pointing them straight at the fallen black dragon.

These are seven wizards!

"They joined forces to cast a stun spell, which, when combined, finally penetrated the black dragon's defenses and subdued the giant dragon."

Professor Sprout understood. She explained in a low voice, then stepped in front of the two, calling out to the seven who had suddenly appeared and were approaching: "I am Pomona Sprout, Professor of Herbalism at Hogwarts! Thank you so much for your help! Now we must report this to the Ministry of Magic, to that mad Hebrides dragon..."

Lucas noticed that she hadn't put down her wand, and a chill ran down his spine as he quietly pressed the safety on his shotgun.

Who are these seven wizards?

Then one of the figures spoke, his voice thick with a Highland accent and sounding very tired.

"Hogwarts, Professor Sprout? Forget it. Reporting it to the Ministry of Magic, letting it pass through the hands of those bureaucrats, issuing a series of reports, a bunch of people making a ruckus, and then finally handing it back to us. If that's the case, why not just handle it ourselves?"

Professor Sprout paused for a moment, then asked, "Who are you?"

"Nice to meet you, Professor Sprout." The young man who spoke took off his hood, revealing a face painted with dragon totem patterns.

"My name is Hamish, Hamish McFastie."

McFastie? Professor Sprout immediately understood, and she breathed a sigh of relief as her wand fell to the ground.

"So you're the MacFastie clan, who have lived on the Hebrides Islands for generations and rule over the Black Dragon of the Hebrides. So, you've come here in pursuit of this Black Dragon?"

Hamish McFastie was about to answer when a figure beside him suddenly pulled down his hood and cloak.

"Ugh, it's so hot!"

Lucas saw a clump of golden-brown hair roll out from under the hood, shimmering in the sunlight.

She was a girl with a high ponytail, about the same age as me.

She tore off the heavy cloak and casually carried it in her hand, revealing only a linen shirt that showed off her tall and fit figure. Beads of sweat glistened on her honey-colored skin, making her look even more vibrant in the sunlight.

Her long, golden-brown hair was tied back with a leather cord, but a few strands still managed to break free and flutter across her face, brushing against her straight nose, her full, ripe raspberry-like lips, and her unique, bright purple eyes.

She was looking at the three of them when Lucas met her gaze and was momentarily stunned.

The girl's eye color was exactly the same as the black dragon's!