As the whisper echoed in Charle's mind, three hundred thousand deduction points were instantly deducted.
Then, the roar containing Dragon Language magic, which had sounded in his mind during his transformation into a fire dragon, began to roar again.
And this time, the Dragon Roar became exceptionally clear.
"Power, power, power..."
The roars of a giant dragon echoed dully in Charle's mind.
Just like the deduction of the wizard's spells before, it was as if in countless parallel worlds, countless Charle's who had mastered the magical Accio were diligently studying the Roar of Power day and night.
The originally fragmented and somewhat blurry inheritance gradually became clear in this kind of deduction.
The Roar of Power, this Dragon Language magic that had long disappeared from the magical world, transformed into Charle's instinct as the deduction points burned!
If Dumbledore and other Dragon Language experts knew about this, it would likely cause a huge stir.
This was Dragon Language magic that only Ancient Dragons from ancient times could master; there was simply no corresponding research material in the magical world.
Even if Dragon Language experts obtained the same fragmented inheritance, it would likely require countless experts working together for many years to fully restore the Roar of Power.
As for mastering this Dragon Language magic?
Among the many fire dragons in the magical world now, not a single one capable of using Dragon Language magic has appeared again, let alone a wizard.
Even Dumbledore, being able to communicate using Dragon Language, was already an extremely remarkable achievement.
As for using Dragon Language magic?
This was impossible; it was simply a miracle!
However, at this moment, such a miracle was unfolding on Charle with the help of Deep Blue.
A mechanical notification sound rang out in Charle's mind.
Roar of Power's initial deduction is complete. The fragmented parts of the Roar of Power inheritance have been filled in.
The host will be able to perfectly use the Roar of Power in the dragon form of magical Accio.
Charle took a deep breath. Everything about the Roar of Power was already flowing through his bloodline like an instinct.
He began to understand why Dragon Language, or rather, Dragon Roar, was so important to dragons.
It was like how wizards needed to use wands to easily cast spells and unleash powerful incantations.
Dragon Roar was the combination of a dragon's "wand," "spell," and "casting posture."
Dragons that couldn't use Dragon Roar, such as the fire dragons in the magical world today, were the "squibs" among dragons, deformed creatures without casting ability, and could even be said to be not much different from wild beasts.
Only dragons that mastered Dragon Roar were true "Ancient Dragons," a race that wizards would revere, not livestock raised and slaughtered in dragon farms as they are now!
At the same time, due to the dragons' unique and powerful magic and special talent, the magic cast with Dragon Roar, even the most basic Roar of Power, had a power far beyond the imagination of ordinary wizards.
Furthermore, in the process of mastering more Dragon Language magic and casting Dragon Roar, the dragon's body would also resonate with the magic.
The sheer size of an Ancient Dragon's body, the vastness of its power, and the strength of its magic resistance were not on the same level as current fire dragons, and this was gained through years of casting Dragon Roar.
Dragon Roar was not only the weapon of Ancient Dragons but also their method of training!
Charle, in his fire dragon form, had a burning look in his eyes.
"Let me see the power of Dragon Language magic!"
The next moment, Charle activated the Roar of Power.
A vast and low roar surged from the fire dragon's throat, like rolling thunder.
Immediately after, powerful magic erupted, forming a powerful shockwave that spread forward.
In an instant, rumbling sounds echoed through the forest.
In a large fan-shaped area in front of Charle, trees looked as if they had encountered a terrifying typhoon. Even trees that several people could hug were directly broken in half by the shockwave, with wood chips flying everywhere.
The ground looked as if it had been plowed, turning up the mud and rocks beneath.
Everything within dozens of meters in front was completely destroyed by this single Roar of Power!
Charle's eyes showed a look of shock.
As expected of the Ancient Dragon's Dragon Language magic, even the most basic Roar of Power was terrifyingly powerful.
When he faced those wizards before, if he had already mastered the Roar of Power, why would he need to revert to human form to dodge spells?
A single Roar of Power would have shattered everything below!
At this moment, besides marveling at the power of the Roar of Power, Charle's bones and muscles all over his body began to crackle after this Dragon Roar.
He could clearly feel that the dragon body in his fire dragon form was becoming stronger in all aspects after this roar.
His bones and muscles became tougher, the wing membranes covering his wings became thicker, and even the scales and skin on his body could resist spells better than before.
Charle gasped.
"Is this the path of the Ancient Dragons?"
"It's unreasonable, it's really damn unreasonable."
"The Dragon Roar is powerful, and it can also promote the strengthening of the dragon body in turn. No wonder the few records I've seen about Ancient Dragons all mentioned that Ancient Dragons were invincible beings."
"How can ordinary wizards fight back when it's this shameless?"
Charle was quite satisfied with this.
It was worth the great effort he had put in; the rewards were indeed worthwhile.
Give him some more time, deduce a few more Dragon Roars, and roar a few more times. In his magical Accio form, Charle felt he could go head-to-head with Dumbledore and Voldemort!
...
Meanwhile, in distant Romania.
Amidst towering mountains, a magnificent ancient castle was hidden within ancient magic.
Beneath the ancient castle, a sea of blood surged, with countless dragon skeletons floating within it.
This was clearly a sea of dragon blood!
And in the sea of dragon blood, a massive coffin floated and sank, as if it had been there for a long time.
It wasn't until Charle unleashed his power in England that the massive coffin suddenly vibrated, and an excited voice came from within.
"Dragon Roar?"
"I felt a Dragon Roar?"
"A faint sensation, but there's no mistake, this is definitely a Dragon Roar, the Roar of Power of Dragon Language Magic."
"In this era, there's still an Ancient Dragon appearing?!"
Then, a figure arrived in the sea of dragon blood and humbly knelt on one knee towards the coffin.
"Master, you summoned me?"
From within the coffin, a low voice came.
"An Ancient Dragon has been born in England."
"Go there and bring this Ancient Dragon back to me, try to capture it alive."
"If that's not possible, bring back a fresh corpse and soul."
The servant couldn't help but raise his head and ask in a low voice.
"Master, bring back an Ancient Dragon?"
"Me?"
The voice from within the coffin sounded again.
"Don't worry, no one in this era understands Ancient Dragons better than I do."
"Dragon Language Magic is extremely difficult. A newborn Ancient Dragon also needs a long time to gradually master new Dragon Language Magic. It's normal for it to take several years, over a decade, or even decades to master a new Dragon Language Magic."
"An Ancient Dragon that only knows the Roar of Power will not be a problem for you to deal with."
Upon hearing this, the servant also breathed a sigh of relief.
He secretly pondered.
"If I go to England now and search for traces of the Ancient Dragon, I'll definitely find it within a year or two at most."
"At that time, I'll only be facing a newborn Ancient Dragon. According to the Master, it won't be my opponent."
"Then won't I be accomplishing a great feat that no one in this era can match, killing an Ancient Dragon alone?!"
Thinking of this, the worry in the servant's eyes vanished, replaced by excitement.
Instantly, he transformed into a swarm of vampire bats and flew towards the outside of the sea of dragon blood.
...
Inside the Leaky Cauldron, Charle's figure returned to the room.
At this moment, the fatigue on his face was undeniable.
After all, he had first searched non-stop for the wizards who had stolen the dragon materials, then fought a battle, and released the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell to clear the traces.
Afterward, in his magical Accio form, he released a Roar of Power.
This series of actions had taken a considerable toll on him.
Charle lay down on the soft bed, closed his eyes, and now needed sleep to recover his energy.
Almost the moment he lay down on the bed, Charle fell asleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Charle opened his eyes, the scene before him was no longer the Leaky Cauldron, but a beach with strange rocks and an ocean like black oil.
In the distance from the beach, an ancient, exquisite, and bizarre city stood.
From the temple in the city came low, hoarse whispers.
Upon seeing this chilling scene, Charle was first stunned, then overjoyed.
This sea, this beach, this city, isn't this the buffet...
Bah, isn't this the R'lyeh he had been thinking about?
He was here again?!
At this moment, Charle's gaze swept forward.
A massive figure, its countless tentacles writhing, appeared before him once more.
This form, which could no longer be called human, still bore Dak's face.
At this moment, he looked at Charle, the panic that had once been on his face gone, replaced by the confidence of someone in control of everything.
"Charle, my friend, we meet again."
"Do you see it, my beautiful body?"
Charle stared fixedly at Dak, only one thought remaining in his mind.
So many tentacles...
So many points...
His gaze gradually grew fervent.
I want to eat it so badly!!!
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