Anti-Goblins-Apparition Spell
Unfortunately, this unique duel did not start immediately.
"Maxon, the count is over, all the goblins are dead," several Viking warriors shouted towards the sky.
"Where are the goods?" Evan shouted in response from below.
I watched as those Viking warriors fell one after another, and one of them stepped forward, a slight sadness evident on his rough, blood-stained face. "One of the eggs was destroyed," he said.
As he spoke, he unfolded a fur package in his hand, revealing three dragon eggs the size of footballs and a small dragon that had cracked its shell and struggled to emerge.
Its body was sticky, its eyes unable to open fully, and its breath labored. It was obvious that it wouldn't survive long.
Felix took a glance and stepped forward.
"Let me see."
As he spoke, he approached the fur package held by the man. A ball of unabsorbed egg yolk hung from the small dragon's lower abdomen, surrounded by egg white-covered mucous membranes streaked with bloodshot veins.
Felix slowly extended his hand, directing it towards the package. A green mist flowed out, enveloping the package.
I observed as the egg yolk under the little dragon's belly began to be absorbed at an accelerated rate, its scales rapidly hardening, its entire body swelling visibly.
"Cough-cough-"
The little dragon rose unsteadily, coughing up fluid from its throat, even emitting black smoke tinged with sulfur.
"It is alive! The dragon is alive!" The Viking man holding the fur bundle exclaimed with sudden joy and surprise.
"Wait!" Another person's eyes widened in astonishment.
Click—
Beside the little dragon, cracks began to form on another dragon egg.
Then, the man gently placed the package on the ground, and a circle of people formed around it. Outside the crowd, a group of dragons stretched their necks, peering in.
Soon after, three more dragon eggs hatched, one after the other!
Four little dragons quickly appeared before everyone. The group erupted into laughter and joyful cheers.
In the castle, Lucifer listened to the commotion outside, feeling a twinge of annoyance. "What are these people celebrating? Are they that joyous?! I wish I could witness it!"
Their jubilation, unknown to him, felt like ants crawling under his skin!
Evan stood up, looking at Felix solemnly. "Mr. Peregrine, thank you."
Felix gazed at the newly hatched little lives, a smile gracing his lips. "It's nothing, just a small effort," he said casually.
Of course, that's what he said. But Evan and the Viking warriors thought otherwise. In their village, where half the residents were spellcasters, no one could accomplish such a feat casually.
Their tribe, with a long history of dragon rearing and training, still struggled with low birth and survival rates of dragon cubs.
Not only in their village but even in officially authorized dragon farms by the International Federation of Wizards, hatching and survival remained challenging.
Even if all four eggs were returned to the dragon's nest intact, only two would hatch unharmed.
Dragon eggs required expertise beyond mere temperature control for successful hatching and rearing.
Felix's intervention truly astonished the Viking warriors, who were deeply grateful.
The Vikings, divided into two factions since ancient times, differed in their treatment of dragons.
The Dragon Hunting Faction utilized dragon parts to craft powerful magical equipment, while the Dragon Breeding Faction regarded dragons as family members, living and fighting alongside them, eschewing dragon products.
For their small village-based group, where every member's life was crucial, Felix's intervention was akin to saving their family.
Expressions of gratitude filled the air, with Evan even extending an invitation for Felix and Harry to visit their village.
Felix pondered briefly. Originally planning to visit in two days, going today wouldn't be out of the question.
"When we reach the village, let's have a duel!"
With a snap, Evan reprimanded, "Can you be quiet!"
After admonishing his children, Evan added seriously, "But if Mr. Felix wishes to let the children compete, we could arrange a formal duel in the village."
Though Felix display of great strength, Evan didn't underestimate his child's capabilities.
Even though Kerry wasn't a wizard, his upbringing alongside dragons since childhood made him formidable among his peers, unmatched in combat skills.
Even the children from the village who attended magic schools were often still intimidated by him upon their return.
When it came to fighting, the Vikings had never shied away from it.
Felix nodded, eager for Harry to experience it as well. After all the practice, how could they not give it a try?
"Then let's go," Felix said.
The boy named Kerry glanced at Harry, then raised his head somewhat boastfully. "Come on, hop on my dragon, I'll take you!"
Harry felt a pang of embarrassment but shook his head. "No, I have my own mode of transportation."
With that, he called out towards the castle, "Meteor!"
In the night, a streak of lightning shot out and landed in front of Harry. The broom quivered with excitement, its bristles scraping against the ground.
Kerry looked surprised by the speed at which the broom had flown out moments ago. He then mounted the dragon's back and suggested, "Shall we race?"
"Let's do it," Harry agreed.
With that, the two children couldn't contain their excitement as they counted down and zoomed off into the sky.
Evan felt a tad embarrassed. "Sorry, this kid isn't a wizard. So when he encounters wizards his age, he gets very competitive."
"It's alright," Felix reassured him with a shake of his head. "This kid, Peter, though I've always told him to act with composure, I can see that he's a child after all."
Having said that, the group followed closely behind.
During the flight, Felix conversed with Evan and learned that the Norwegian Ridgeback that had attacked Harry six months prior had originated from their village.
Evan had also discovered from an intern at the dragon farm, who had returned the dragon to their village, that the dragon had been defeated by a powerful wizard capable of autonomous flight.
Upon seeing Felix flying, Evan immediately made the connection.
It was fate.
At the same time, Felix understood why the goblins hadn't disapparated and fled.
Those goblins had been subjected to a ban on space teleportation.
In the magical world, numerous creatures possessed teleportation abilities, including animals, phoenixes, goblins, and even house-elves.
Each race had its unique teleportation method. Apparition by wizards in this world was an analysis, synthesis, and imitation of various creatures' teleportation methods!
As a result, different anti-Apparition spells could only target specific races.
Just like how the anti-Apparition spells at Hogwarts couldn't imprison house-elves, the goblins Felix encountered previously had been affected by counter-curses specifically aimed at elf teleportation.
This had been a crucial magical innovation during the Second Goblin War. The inventor was rumored to have had a Chocolate Frog card made in his honor, securing his place in history.
With Felix's clarification, the group arrived at the village of Loland.