If you were to choose the magic spell with the most accidents, Apparition would definitely be on the list.
This spell can make the wizard appear where he wants to be in just a few seconds after casting the spell. It is very convenient and fast, but it is also very difficult, and even a slight mistake when casting the spell will have serious consequences.
For example, if a part of one's body is omitted during teleportation, or one's body is embedded in a tree or wall because he is not familiar with the target location, the mistakes that an unskilled wizard can make are beyond most people's imagination.
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It is not difficult to understand why the Ministry of Magic in various countries sets up qualification examinations specifically for this kind of magic.
The so-called Apparition and Apparition actually refer to the same kind of magic, and the difference is equivalent to "come" and "go".
Generally speaking, more important venues will have a constant effect that prohibits apparation or disembodiment, but there are also areas that will open up a separate area to allow wizards to use this quick transportation method.
This is the case at the Romanian Fire Dragon Breeding Base. There is a special room here for the use of teleportation magic, which can be understood as a teleportation point. A dozen wizards apparated here a few days ago and left after dealing with the escape of the young dragons. But now
Suddenly, an old man with white hair and beard appeared here.
Albus Dumbledore looked around and found that no one was there to welcome him. When he walked out of the building, he saw the out-of-control adult dragon.
Even with the experience of the headmaster of Hogwarts, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
More than a dozen weak beams of light flew towards the giant dragon without causing any movement. This was a negligible effort by the wizards stationed here.
As the defender of order, Dumbledore certainly would not ignore this sight, so he pointed his wand at the dragon.
"Get down." He said in a very calm tone.
This is obviously not a formal spell, but it works.
The giant dragon that was showing off its power suddenly seemed to be suppressed by a huge mountain, and its limbs could not support its body. The behemoth, which was more than 70 meters long, fell to the ground with a splash, splashing a cloud of dust.
It couldn't get up, and it could even be said that it was difficult to even move a little. No matter how it roared or tried to spray flames again, it was of no avail.
He was subdued just like that.
Suppressing flying creatures to the ground is a good control method. Erwin once used this trick on his owl Sabi, but Dumbledore obviously would not use the low-level ability to control objects with his mind like Erwin did.
He directly increased the gravity on the dragon dozens of times.
This is Britain's most powerful wizard.
The wizards who were burnt to ashes by the dragon's breath quickly noticed this side, "Thank you very much, Your Excellency." They said in awe, even a little scared.
Romanian wizards will not go to Hogwarts. These people may not know Dumbledore, but it does not prevent them from realizing that the man in front of them is at the top of the world.
It is at least several times more difficult to subdue an adult fire dragon than to kill it, not to mention it can be done with just one spell. This is such a powerful force.
Dumbledore didn't have any airs. He smiled kindly and said, "Where is Mr. Gelb? I have something to see him."
Gelb is a goblin and the person in charge of this fire dragon breeding base. As soon as he saw Dumbledore, he looked like he was going to hold his legs and cry.
"It's not easy, Mr. Dumbledore. Two big troubles happened in a row. The directors will kill me..."
After waiting patiently for him to finish crying, Dumbledore spoke again, "You should remember that I contacted you nine days ago."
"Yes, yes, I remember." Gelb wiped away his tears, "You asked me to send someone to pick up a young Norwegian Ridgeback."
"Where is the young dragon now?" Dumbledore's expression suddenly became very serious.
"He should have been captured and taken back to the breeding area." Gelb looked a little unsure.
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At the same time, the town of Norwin.
Although it is already the 1990s, this small town located on the edge of Romania still has a very rural atmosphere, and most of the buildings are even bungalows with a sense of era.
The only pub is located in the only part of the town that can barely be called a commercial street. The lights are dim and there are black stains on the bar that are difficult to wipe clean. There are only three or four customers here after noon.
The bell rang, and a black lambskin high-heeled boot stepped on the slightly greasy floor tiles.
"Welcome, we offer a special set menu," the bartender greeted weakly, "Smoked pork chop, side dishes, fries, and a glass of rum, all you need is..."
His eyes suddenly straightened.
In the first half of his life, bartender Rickl thought the most beautiful woman in the world was the action star on the poster beside his bed, but now he thinks that woman is no different from a cow.
A girl came in, a beautiful girl who looked as delicate as a newly bloomed rose.
For the first time, Rickel felt that the word beauty was so pale and powerless.
Her skin is like the most delicate jade, which even makes people feel like it is shining brightly. Her pure black hair with slightly curly ends represents her noble blood. Her face is beautiful, and the corners of her mouth are so beautiful.
The slightest arc is even more intoxicating.
The elegant black skirt wraps up her petite but plump figure, and the white part below the skirt and above the boots is breathtaking.
Rickel felt like he was suffocating. The tip of his nose was filled with a secret but fragrant fragrance.
"What's going on?" the tavern owner behind the bar shouted, and then his voice suddenly became extremely soft, "Oh, beautiful lady, what can I do for you?"
"I'm looking for someone." The girl said with a smile. She was already used to the reactions of these men.
She walked straight to a table near the back and sat opposite a man in a cloak.
This man instantly attracted the attention of all the other men present.
Rickel remembered that this was the customer who had been sitting here since noon after ordering a bottle of Coke.
The forty-year-old tavern owner pushed the bartender away and acted as the waiter himself, "What would you like to drink? We have most types of drinks."
"Then let's have a Bloody Mary." The girl thought for a moment and said.
The boss was stunned. This was the first time he knew of a drink with such a name.
"I can do this!" Ricker almost jumped up. Although he is just an ordinary bartender, he has the dream of becoming a bartender and often practices secretly.
Because of the girl's words, the boss and the bartender went to make cocktails willingly. Only then did the man look up at the girl and said, "You're late, Melanie."
Two hundred years ago, he, Kutrus, a rookie in Mbo, was also fascinated by this beautiful and outrageous woman. Although he still covets her beauty and bloodline, he has been able to hide this very well.
A feeling of greed.
Because both parties are at the same level of strength, even Melanie is stronger.
After all, her surname is Dracula and she has an outstanding bloodline.
"It took some time to prepare what you want." The girl said casually: "Speaking of which, why do we need to meet in a place like this?"
"There is no other suitable place," said Coulterus. "Have you brought anything?"
The girl placed a small sheathed dagger on the table with very complicated patterns on it.
Cutrus pulled out the dagger and stared at the curved tip for a while, "No problem, my castle in the north of Apsene and the servants in it are yours."
His heart was bleeding. This transaction could be said to be a huge loss, because both the castle and the territory represented the right to speak within the ethnic group.
But if not, he wouldn't even be able to ask Melanie out, let alone make a deal.
"Speaking of which, do you care so much about that enchantress? Do you want to hunt for her bloodline?" the girl asked casually, as if admiring her delicate nails.
Kutrus's heart tightened, "Yes, that one's bloodline is very special and is very helpful to me." He said as lightly as possible: "I don't want you to interfere with my hunting. This is included in the terms of our transaction.
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Melanie seemed to believe it and didn't ask any more questions.
At this time, the bartender Ricker brought a glass of blood-red liquid, and looked at the girl with anticipation as she took a sip. It was hard to say which one was more red, the wine or the girl's lips.
"Not bad." Melanie nodded slightly and said.
Ricker only felt extreme joy swelling in his chest.
The so-called Bloody Mary actually uses a large amount of tomato juice to turn the wine red, and then adds salt and pepper to simulate a taste similar to blood.
But it's not real blood after all.
"It's time for me to go." Kutrus said. Melanie didn't say anything, so the man hurried out of the tavern. When he walked into the shadow of the street corner, his body suddenly turned into mist and disappeared.
The surrounding pedestrians seemed not to notice at all.
Melanie drank less than half of the Bloody Mary, then stood up and walked out of the pub. Neither the bartender nor the boss was embarrassed to stop her and ask for payment.
Beauty will always have its privileges.
She originally planned to leave this remote town directly and only needed a spell to return to her residence, but she suddenly felt that she was being watched by something.
The opponent's stealth level is pretty good, but it can't escape Melanie's perception, which comes from the blood perception of the vampire's talent.
What made Melanie even more amused was the other party's weakness.
How arrogant are you to follow a vampire named Dracula in Romania?
Melanie raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth. She had encountered many idiots of this level.
She pretended not to notice, and then deliberately turned into a deserted alley.
Sure enough, the other party couldn't help but take action.
A force acted on Melanie's body, stopping her from moving forward. The force was incredibly gentle, as if it was afraid of hurting her.
The girl who was ready to fight back was a little embarrassed for a moment, and then she guessed a possibility. Could it be that the other party didn't see her true identity at all, but just regarded her as an ordinary person?
interesting.
The girl became playful, she felt that this would be her most interesting experience in the past hundred years.
She behaved like an ordinary human girl, feeling confused at first, and then gradually turned to panic.
In front of her, a ballpoint pen floated in mid-air, and she wrote a line of words on a notebook also suspended in mid-air: