Dragon Language Magic, Roar of Power! I'm Still Too Conscientious!

In a forest on the outskirts of London, a figure raced through the trees at incredible speed.

That figure was naturally Charle.

His speed had now completely surpassed the limits of humanity.

When Deep Blue completed its Dragon Magic Analysis and the Magical Animagus Transformation was fully completed, Charle felt an endless stream of formidable magic surging through his body.

Like a young dragon newly born into the world, unable to restrain itself from spreading its wings, soaring into the sky, and breathing dragonfire!

He hurried out of the Leaky Cauldron, Apparated to this forest outside London, and searched for a suitable place to undergo his first Magical Animagus Transformation.

At last, when he spotted a Forest Clearing, Charle relaxed and fully activated his Magical Animagus Transformation.

In an instant, magic rampaged through his body like an erupting volcano.

The sound of a Dragon Roar rolled through his mind like muffled thunder.

Charle felt his entire body heating up. Then, he felt his field of vision rising, and immense power flooding his body.

By the time Charle came back to his senses, he could already see dragon wings at the edges of his vision.

He raised a hand, only to see a dragon claw covered in scales.

Charle took a deep breath and let out a joyous roar—a fire dragon's roar.

Magical Animagus, fire dragon transformation, complete.

Charle had now become a juvenile Ukrainian Ironbelly!

As one of the largest dragon species in the Wizarding World, even in its juvenile stage, Charle's body was nearly five meters long. He was already a top-tier predator in the Wizarding World.

With a beat of his wings, wild winds howled through the forest, enough to send people staggering in every direction.

With a casual swipe of his claws, several trees as thick as bowls snapped apart.

And when Charle breathed dragonfire into the sky, flames over ten meters long shot upward with a howl, bringing rolling waves of heat.

As he experienced the combat power of his fire dragon form, satisfaction appeared in Charle's eyes.

It truly was a dangerous Magical Creature with astonishing destructive power. Every part of its body had been born for battle.

In terms of sheer destructive force, Charle's fire dragon form far surpassed his human form when he did not use the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell.

Moreover, he was covered in thick scales that could greatly weaken both physical and magical damage.

This made up for Charle's lack of destructive power when facing large Magical Creatures. He could confront them in his fire dragon form.

When facing wizards, however, the various spells available in his human form could deal with them easily.

Without question, his overall strength had soared by a huge margin.

However, Charle's goal was not simply to transform into a fire dragon.

After all, while fire dragons were indeed powerful and dangerous Magical Creatures, they had become a domesticated resource in the Wizarding World.

Romania, for instance, had dragon reserves that kept all kinds of fire dragons.

The purpose of raising them was simple. Dragon meat, Dragon Blood, Dragon Heart, Dragon Nerve, and so on were all superb magical materials!

During the Triwizard Tournament, they could even readily bring in so many different breeds of fire dragons. That alone proved that wizards had many ways of dealing with them.

Merely becoming a fire dragon could increase his combat power in the short term, but in the long run, its prospects were limited. It was far inferior to a Nundu or Chimera of equal danger.

It was nowhere near as good as a Basilisk.

But Charle had chosen to obtain the blood of that Ukrainian Ironbelly because it was the oldest and largest dragon he knew of, and the one most likely to possess a Dragon Language Inheritance.

Using its blood for an Accio transformation gave Charle a great chance of gaining a bloodline inheritance as well.

True Dragon Language could be developed all the way into Dragon Language Magic.

Once one mastered Dragon Language Magic, a fire dragon became a special existence that had long gone extinct—Ancient Dragons!

Compared to fire dragons that could only use their claws and breath attacks, Ancient Dragons capable of using magic were completely different beings.

Before them, even the number of ordinary wizards lost all meaning.

If Charle could raise his Magical Animagus form to the level of an Ancient Dragon, he would dare to face Dumbledore and Voldemort head-on!

As thoughts flashed through his mind, Charle took a deep breath.

The most important thing now was to see whether he had obtained the Dragon Language Inheritance in his bloodline.

Even without an inheritance, Charle could gradually derive Dragon Language through Deep Blue.

But then he could only use the wizards' research into Dragon Language as material for his thesis. There was far too little reference material, and the point cost would be enormous.

If he had an inheritance, even an incomplete one, using it as a foundation for derivation could greatly reduce the number of points required.

Charle then focused on sensing the Dragon Blood flowing through his body, recalling the Dragon Roar that had sounded in his mind during his transformation into a fire dragon.

Gradually, the Dragon Blood seemed to grow hot again.

The Dragon Roar in his mind rang out once more like muffled thunder.

But unlike before, when it had seemed distant and impossible to hear clearly, this time, as Charle listened intently, the roar seemed closer.

Although many of its syllables remained vague, Charle did hear one distinct, complete syllable.

Its meaning also surfaced clearly in his mind.

"Power..."

"This roar is the syllable in Dragon Language that represents power, and it is also the most fundamental syllable of Dragon Language Magic..."

"Dragon Language Magic is renowned precisely for its incomparably powerful force!"

"The bloodline inheritance has truly arrived!"

At the same time, Deep Blue issued a notification.

Host has obtained derivable knowledge: fragmented Dragon Language Inheritance—Roar of Power.

At that moment, Charle could not help bursting into laughter.

A fragmented inheritance?

So what if it was fragmented? He had Deep Blue. Even a fragmented inheritance could be derived and completed, even refined into something new. Not only could he bring Dragon Language Magic back into the world, he could also take it to its pinnacle!

Would it not just cost some extra points?

Compared to the recorded might of Dragon Language Magic, it was worth it!

Besides, he still had eighty thousand points on hand. Add in the gains from Dumbledore's vault, and he would have at least several hundred thousand points in total. He was practically swimming in money!

More than enough to derive Dragon Language Magic!

The next moment, Deep Blue issued another notification.

Preliminary derivation of Roar of Power requires 300,000 points. Proceed with derivation?

The smile on Charle's face gradually froze.

"How many?"

"How the hell many?!"

"Three hundred thousand points just for the preliminary derivation? Even with an inheritance, it costs that much?"

Deep Blue replied.

Without an inheritance, even one million points might not be enough to derive Roar of Power from Modern Dragon Language.

Charle choked.

"Damn it, I've already robbed a Gringotts vault. How am I still this broke?!"

If he processed all the gains from Dumbledore's vault, he would certainly have enough for the preliminary derivation.

But what about afterward?

Wizards' research into Ancient Dragons was incredibly lacking. Even a Dragon Language expert like Dumbledore had never been heard of using any Dragon Language Magic.

That meant reference material for Dragon Language Magic was probably exceedingly rare. Would every subsequent derivation require millions, or even tens of millions, of points?

At the thought of that terrifying number, Charle's head began to ache.

When would he ever save up that many points?

"That doesn't make sense."

"I've worked so diligently and never let a single opportunity to earn points slip by. Why are points still not enough?"

Charle fell into deep thought.

"Could it be that I'm still being too gentle?"

Then he nodded in wholehearted agreement.

"Indeed. I'm still too conscientious. I'm saving the Ministry of Magic far too much money."

"Buying so many Magical Items in Diagon Alley and eating so many Quick-Quotes Quills still can't compare to robbing a Unicorn Horn or a genuine Dragon Heart in Knockturn Alley."

A moment later, Charle changed from his fire dragon form back into human form, hurried to Diagon Alley, found the contact information for the Romanian Dragon Reserve, and wrote them a letter.

"Starting today, I will order ten fire dragons every month. Process the meat, blood, nerves, scales, and the rest for me. Keep the internal organs as well. As for the dragon dung... turn it into Dragon Dung Coffee. Deliver all materials to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley."

"All bills will be reimbursed by the British Ministry of Magic."

"If there are any questions, please ask Minister Fudge of the British Ministry of Magic."

"Money is not an issue. Ship them quickly!"