It was clearly an Underground Palace.
Yet the ground here seemed to be paved with countless golden bricks.
They shimmered with dazzling light, and beneath the illumination of thousands upon thousands of candles, they seemed to cast a golden glow over the enormous skeleton at the center.
The colossal remains of a Dragon lay silently upon the ground.
Its massive skeleton resembled an ancient, majestic mountain range. Every section was so thick that several people would need to wrap their arms around it, as though it could hold up the entire sky. Even in death, its oppressive presence seemed utterly undiminished. No one knew how many years it had been dead, yet its head—larger even than that of the largest Dragons alive today—was still raised high.
Its hollow eye sockets were like profound Black Holes, as though they were still gazing upon its former glory and splendor.
"Hogwarts actually has Dragons!"
The breathtaking sight made Ian's mouth form an O. His first thought was of the school motto. So Do Not Disturb Sleeping Dragons really did have an origin?
The Young Wizards had actually guessed right! Even the Hogwarts professors probably did not know this. Otherwise, they would not have so confidently taught the Young Wizards that Hogwarts had no Dragons!
"This is more than just having a Dragon. Compared to this one, a Hungarian Horntail would be nothing but a chick." Ian could not help sighing as he slowly approached.
Before the Dragon's remains, he was as tiny as an ant. Even climbing onto one of the Dragon's toe bones would have been difficult. It was hard to imagine how enormous it had been while alive.
"Maybe only Ultraman could compare?" Every bone in this Dragon's skeleton was astonishingly thick, as though forged from the hardest metal. Intertwined together,