Looking at Charle, the wizard revealed a look of determination.
Waving his wand, spells with various special effects against dragons whistled out.
Each spell was improved by the wizards at the Romanian Dragon Reserve specifically for dragons, targeting their weaknesses.
For example, the Eye Disease Curse, which is highly effective against dragons, can cause them to fall into temporary blindness and severe eye pain, making them lose their minds and expose more flaws.
There were also spells to weaken and break through dragon scales. After hitting, they could effectively reduce the magical resistance of the dragon's skin, paving the way for subsequent spells to take effect.
However, seeing the streaks of light flying towards the sky, the wizard next to him couldn't help but remind him.
"Boss, it's off, the spell is off!"
The leading wizard was full of confidence and said calmly.
"What are you anxious about? Let the spell fly a little longer."
"Dragons have inertia, understand? I've precisely calculated the speed of the spell's flight and Charle's speed. This way, I can greatly increase the hit rate of the spell on the dragon."
"Within three seconds, Charle will be shot down by my spell."
"Three, two, one..."
He calmly counted down the seconds.
Indeed, the spell's light was about to touch Charle.
A smile appeared at the corner of the wizard's mouth, waiting for the sight of Charle falling from the sky.
But the next moment, the smile that had just appeared on his face instantly froze.
The Ukrainian Ironbelly that was rapidly diving down from mid-air actually disappeared out of thin air.
In its place was the figure of a young human wizard.
The spells that were originally aimed at the dragon's massive body naturally missed completely.
This unbelievable scene left the wizards below in a daze.
The dragon turned back into a young wizard?
Was this thing in front of them a dragon or a wizard?!
But in the brief moment they were stunned, Charle had no intention of stopping.
With a flick of his wand, the Dust-Free Land Curse spread out.
The overbearing invisible domain enveloped the few wizards below, instantly cutting off their ability to use magic.
Then came Charle's low whisper.
"Do you also want to dance?"
A piercing explosion sounded.
Charle directly used short-distance Apparition, crossing the distance from mid-air to stand before these wizards.
These wizards had no time to react at all. The wands in their hands were twisted away by the vines that came alive in the forest, and they themselves were hoisted up by the branches.
All of this happened in an instant. By the time they reacted, the battle was already decided.
And they didn't even know exactly what had happened!
Several fearful gazes fell on Charle.
The methods of this eleven-year-old young wizard were simply too bizarre.
The leading wizard also felt a bitter ache in his heart.
Damn it, he really thought Charle, this young wizard, was a pushover, which was why he decisively took action to intercept Charle's dragon materials midway. Who knew he would provoke such an unpredictable and ruthless character!
However, even though his wand was thrown away and he was hoisted up, the wizard still regained his composure and looked at Charle, saying.
"Mr. Charle, I've lost this time. I thought you were a pushover, but I didn't expect to hit a hard wall."
"How about this, I apologize to you. As for these ten dragon materials, you take five, and you can continue to demand compensation from the Romanian Dragon Reserve. You'll even make a profit."
"As for the remaining five, we'll take them and split them. How about we both take a step back on this matter today?"
"Let's be friends, maybe we can use each other in the future."
He said faintly.
"After all, Mr. Charle, you don't want to get blood on your hands, do you?"
The other wizards also said one after another.
"That's right, we admit defeat. Let's be merciful where we can."
"Otherwise, you can't possibly kill us, can you?"
"Don't be impulsive. You still have to go to Hogwarts. If Dumbledore finds out about the killing, you'll be in big trouble."
One of the wizards even thought he had grasped the young wizard's weakness of being soft-hearted and afraid of seeing blood, and said there.
"Have you ever killed anyone, Charle?"
"Have you seen the color of blood? Bright red blood bursting from veins, splashing high, and even getting into your mouth, that salty taste."
"Do you know how many ways there are to kill someone?"
"With a knife, piercing the soft neck, severing the blood vessels."
"With a rope, breaking the neck bone, it makes a snapping sound."
"Or with the Killing Curse, that's the fastest, but if you're caught, you'll be locked up in Azkaban."
"You know about Azkaban, right? The place you go after killing someone. There are Dementors there, tsk tsk, they'll suck away all your happiness. A Dementor's Kiss can even eat a person's soul..."
"Charle, are you going to kill someone? Then go ahead and do it!"
"Do you dare?!"
The few wizards were hanging there, but they seemed certain that Charle wouldn't actually do it, so they wantonly described death and slaughter, hoping to instill fear and disgust in Charle.
If Charle's mind wasn't focused enough under these words and he dispelled the Transfiguration, that would be even better.
With the young wizard's unstable state of mind, they might not be without a chance to turn the tables!
But the next moment.
Snap.
A crisp sound rang out, bringing the wizards' shouting to an abrupt halt.
The neck of the one who had been shouting the loudest was twisted off by the branches animated by Transfiguration, cleanly and efficiently.
Charle even made the branches twist two extra turns to ensure he was thoroughly dead.
Instantly, the small woods fell into a deathly silence.
The remaining wizards who were still alive stared at Charle, their eyes glazed over.
This didn't make sense.
How could a young wizard kill someone?
How could he dare to kill someone?
How could he bear to kill someone?
He was still a child, shouldn't he be struggling with an internal conflict and then decide to give them another chance?
Why wasn't Charle playing by the rules?!
Then, terrified screams erupted.
The wizards looked at Charle with fearful eyes.
"You, you killed someone!?"
Charle grinned, and said faintly.
"Weren't you just shouting for me to kill you?"
"He was particularly enthusiastic, so I satisfied him. Why do all of you have this expression again?"
"Could it be that you thought I was here to joke around with you, to play house?"
The boxes in the wizards' hands were pierced by a vine and sent to Charle.
Charle opened the boxes. The dragon materials inside were still relatively fresh, but some magic power had already begun to dissipate.
In other words, the deduction points that could be obtained from them would be reduced.
Charle's expression gradually darkened.
"Do you know how much I was looking forward to this batch of materials?"
"Do you know how important this batch of materials is to me?"
"You not only wasted my time, but also caused damage to my materials, and even saw my secret..."
"Just how naive were your thoughts to think I wouldn't kill you, and even dare to discuss the proposal of splitting the dragon materials with me?"
Charle's gaze was as cold as ice.
From the moment he came to chase after this batch of materials, he had already made up his mind.
These people, they all had to die!
He waved his wand.
The branches began to tighten one by one.
Snap.
Snap.
The crisp sounds of necks being twisted off echoed in the woods.
Charle even deliberately left the leading wizard for last.
"Didn't you want me to know what cruelty is?"
"Letting you be the last to die, and not being able to die as quickly as your companions, is that cruel enough?"
The wizard's face was filled with extreme terror.
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me."
"The Ministry of Magic will investigate, there will be traces left, they can extract memories, there's no way you can hide the fact that you killed someone!"
"Leave me alive, I can help you, I can help you get rid of the investigation, I can be a scapegoat, let the Ministry of Magic chase me, as long as you let me live!"
Charle, however, showed no reaction.
With a wave of his wand, the wizard suffocated, his face turning blue and purple. After struggling for a while, he stopped moving.
Immediately, Charle sneered.
"Traces?"
"You are so naive even in death, thinking I would let you, who have seen my trump card, keep a complete body, keep any memories?"
Charle's expression was indifferent, and his Mithril wand glowed with dazzling light.
A ball of light floated out from the tip of the wand, emitting a light as dazzling as the sun.
"Eternal Blazing Sun."
As the ball of light drifted towards the corpses, Charle transformed back into a fire dragon, flapped his wings, and quickly flew away from the area.
Seconds later, behind him, a violent burst of light and heat erupted.
Everything in the center of that forest, the remaining corpses, the traces of battle, were all completely annihilated under the Eternal Blazing Sun!
Charle turned his head, his orange vertical pupils reflecting the brilliant light.
Killing? It didn't seem to carry any burden.
In the novels he read in his previous life, there were all sorts of disgusting reactions after killing someone, but he didn't feel anything at all.
Calm, indifferent, like crushing a few fragile insects.
"Nothing more than this."
Charle's attention didn't even linger on this for too long before shifting to the fire dragon materials he had on hand.
If he didn't consume them quickly, more magic power would dissipate, and the loss would be greater.
Finding an open space to land, Charle's dragon claws grabbed the suitcases one by one, then he opened his mouth and dropped the suitcases into it.
As the suitcases and the ten fire dragon materials within them were converted by Deep Blue, Charle's deduction points began to surge again.
Nine hundred thousand, nine hundred thirty thousand, nine hundred seventy thousand...
Every moment, the deduction points soared by tens of thousands.
In a short while, Charle's total deduction points broke through a million and continued to climb.
One million fifty thousand, one million one hundred thousand, one million two hundred thousand...
Finally, the number settled at one million three hundred sixty thousand!
Looking at this number, Charle's eyes showed eagerness.
This was the first time he had possessed so many deduction points.
Even the three hundred thousand points required for the initial deduction of Roar of Power were something he could easily afford.
Then, Charle hesitated for a moment.
Should he start deducting the Dragon Language Magic - Roar of Power now, or save the deduction points for later?
At this moment, the scene of the battle just now appeared in his mind.
Those wizards had either stayed at a dragon reserve or were magical creature hunters, and they all had methods to deal with fire dragons.
If even these minor characters were like this, powerful wizards would only have more ways to deal with fire dragons.
When Charle chose to transform into a fire dragon, he had already considered this point. At that time, he was thinking of deducting Dragon Language Magic, transforming from a fire dragon into an ancient dragon, completely compensating for his weaknesses.
Now, his gaze became firm.
Since he had decided to take this path, there was no need to hesitate.
If he had already possessed Dragon Language Magic just now, there would have been no need to transform back into human form from a fire dragon.
A single Roar of Power would have been enough to shatter those wizards along with their spells!
Magical Animagus, as Charle's trump card, was naturally better the stronger it was.
The next moment, Charle made his decision and said in his mind.
"Deep Blue, deduct Roar of Power for me!"
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