A few days later
He jumped to the side and the 40 foot long Swamp Wyvern passed by him a moment later, snapping it's cruel beak, hoping to crush him in half and end this battle once and for all.
He doubt the Swamp Wyvern's bite would had the Full body Valyrian armor he was wearing. It was rather unlikely but no point in taking unnecessary risk.
It was both a little frightening and a little exciting to know that the largest dragon he fought in past life was just as large as a Wyvern in this world.
"Incarcerous" he said and a thick rope was conjured out of the air and flew toward the Wyvern's legs, tying them together and stopping it's means of escape.
The Swamp Wyverns were perhaps the largest Wyvern species in the world. Thus they needed a little run up before they tried to fly.
With that in mind, as long as it's leg remained under bind, it won't be going anywhere anymore.
The Wyvern turned it's heard and tried to bite him but without a proper footing, it's lost it's balance and tumbled in front of him like a drunken aggressor.
"Incarcerous. Incarcerous. Incarcerous." It's beak was sealed shut and now it couldn't even cut off the restraints in it's leg.
The Wyvern tried to roll around on the swampy ground, throwing wet sploches of dirt everywhere.
He used this moment to back off and go in the safety of the tree line.
He still needed to be careful of being ambushed by other predators in the forest. After all, Southros was filled to the brim with such dangerous animals and reptiles. It won't do to focus all his attention in capturing a Swamp Wyverns and get eaten by a Basilisk or punched by a 20 foot giant fucking apes.
Nope, not fighting those even with the enhanced magical strength. They gave him to flashbacks about the battle of Hogwarts where he, Ron and Hermione were dodging the murder giants like aunts dodge a particularly nasty child trying to break their nests.
He was sure that he would be able to kill them but they lived in small colonies and he just… didn't want to fight them.
Fighting a Hungarian horntail sized Wyvern was more preferable to him than them.
Once in the safety of a few trees, he observed the Wyvern struggle in the mud for a few more moments to catch his breath and calm his erratic heartbeat before he opened an expended trunk and took out a real Steel chain.
He transfigured it into a snake and it quickly went and coiled around the Wyvern's body before inevitably returning to it's original form.
He took out a few more chains and did the same.
The Wyvern shrieked like a particularly enraged Molly Weasley but he had fought a few Brindled Wyverns and even a Shadow-Wing. And while the Shadow Wing turned out to be a silent predator, the Brindled Wyverns had also shrieked like it was the end of the world, making him use earbuds on his ears before his fights with Wyverns.
How it was still able to let out any noise with it's jaws shut together was true mystery to him and if was starting to wonder if these creatures used their magic to amplify their voices instead of hurling fire at their victims.
But for all the it was as large as the dragons from his past life, it was not a dragon. And it was not as magically resistant as a dragon either.
So once he had properly bound the Wyvern in chains that he wished were magical in nature, he started casting the charms used by Dragonhandlers from his past life to sedate the Wyverns.
The spells worked spectacularly and the Wyvern was snoring like a giant ugly baby within a few minutes.
There was once again silence in the swamp. Or at least as much silence as you can find when hundreds and thousands of insects and buzzing and chattering around you.
Unlike the forest in the North, the forest in Southoryos were loud and filled with insects.
Still, he listened carefully to the footsteps of any creature who might have heard his fight.
He didn't heard any and concluded that they were still too far away. Meaning that he had time.
He picked up the trunk and put it in front of the Wyvern, the face of the trunk facing the Wyvern.
Then he did something that he knew was going to take a lot out of him even if the Wyvern was not as magically resistant as dragons.
He pointed at the 40 foot long Wyvern with his awesome and cool wizard staff and said "Accio Wyvern".
The magic used to work this spell was immense but the spell worked and a few moments later, the Wyvern was safely tucked inside his trunk. Ready to be transported to his lands where it hopefully wouldn't die of cold on the very first day.
He panted from the strain required to pull something so large inside his trunk.
Then he quickly used a few spells to camouflage him and hide his presence as well as he could.
Those Basalisk bastards will still find him. They somehow always did. But he would at least stay safe from the giant Apes, the Brindle men or one of the dozens of other things trying to make a lunch out of him in this new and unexplored continent.
He then climbed his broom and left the area, not flying too high because of all the wyverns flying in these lands.
He still needed to go inside his trunk and put the Swamp Wyvern inside a cage of it's own but that could come later, when he was in a safe place, like he did for the other wyverns and Basalisks he captured before this one.
Like a town made up of the worst slavers and pirates who had made their base in the islands of Southoryos.
Yeah. He was already starting to regret coming to this continent.
At least the large amount of magical plants, insects, reptiles and animals that he found and collected from Southoryos made up a little for the absolute shit hole this place was.
Not that he'll be able to use the ingredients until he was behind the safety of his castle walls or in his underground base.
Yes, living in Southoryos for a few days had really made him appreciate the security of his home.
So much for being the most powerful wizard in the planet.
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