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If it is allowed to rush down, the weight of nearly six tons alone can crush the unlucky Romanian ceratopsian to death.
Moreover, he couldn't use most of the spells that prevented this method.
Because that would cause damage to Ukraine's iron belly and affect its subsequent battles.
As mentioned before, human wizards cannot participate in battles between fire dragons, no matter what the reason.
"It's foggy!"
There was no other way, so Newt could only create a thick fog around him to try to block its sight. Then he swung his wand and pushed the Romanian horned dragon on the ground forward for a distance.
Kyle also cast a softening spell and a swamp spell on the ground beneath it, which should have some cushioning effect.
Almost at the same time.
The surrounding trees suddenly elongated, as if they had turned into huge thick "ropes" that stretched into the mist and intertwined into a huge net.
"Squeak..."
With a sound like firecrackers that made your teeth ache, the "tree ropes" were broken one after another, but new ones would soon be added.
Finally, the Ukrainian Iron Belly came to a stop less than two feet from the ground.
Its claws were almost touching the tail of the Romanian ceratosaurus. If it really fell, there would probably be another tailless dragon in the Fire Dragon Reserve.
The Ukrainian Iron Belly struggled for a while and gradually woke up. It roared in dissatisfaction, then broke free from the tree net that blocked its way and flew up again.
"It was so close, just a little bit." A familiar voice came from behind.
Chris put away his wand and walked towards the two of them. He was the one who made the tree net.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 346 Chris's Different Treatment
"It's just in time..."
Newt wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Aren't you with the people from the Romanian Ministry of Magic? Why are you here?"
"The matter has been dealt with."
Chris walked forward and together with Kyle used the whirlwind spell to pull the Romanian horned dragon out of the swamp.
“Honestly, these past few days have been so boring as I have to accompany them to various events and work meetings.
And this is not the end yet, I have to write at least five reports when I return to the Ministry... If I had known this, I would not have come."
"Working in the Ministry of Magic, you always have to go through this."
Newt smiled and said, "It was like this with Tina and Theseus. They had endless reports to write after each mission."
"yes……"
Chris sighed, and then checked the condition of the Romanian ceratosaurus with Newt.
"It's exhausted, and a few bones are broken." Newt found a bottle of potion from the box and poured it into the dragon's mouth. "But fortunately it's not fatal, and there are no serious external injuries. It should be healed in a few weeks."
After treating the fire dragon's injuries, he took out something similar to a conch and tapped it a few times with his wand.
Soon, several dragon breeders flew over on brooms.
They first thanked Newt, Kyle and Chris, then put the dragon into a special black cage and flew away with it.
At the edge of the reserve is a barren valley, which is remote and most suitable for accommodating these seriously injured fire dragons.
Chris stayed afterwards.
With his joining, Kyle had nothing to do and began to concentrate on picking up equipment.
He also learned a very useful spell from Chris, which was a kind of cleaning spell that could gather together light objects around it.
This way, it will be much more convenient to collect dragon blood.
When the melee was over, the three of them returned to the venue together.
Kyle was about to go back to the tent to count the harvest, while Chris decided to go to the nearby wizard gathering place to take a look.
"I heard that the first thing the dragon breeders here do after getting their salary is to buy a pair of Old John's curse-proof gloves."
In front of the tent, Chris said, “I’ve already found out the location of the store, it’s right in the middle of the gathering place.
If the spell-proof gloves are really that good, they would be a perfect gift for your mother."
"What about mine..." Kyle raised his head sharply, "Are they gloves too?"
"Your what?" Chris blinked and asked in confusion.
"A gift."
"What gift..." Chris was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted, "Oh, if you want it too..."
He held out a hand. "Fifty Galleons for a pair of gloves. I can buy them back for you."
"More money?" Kyle thought he had misheard for a moment.
We are all family, why treat us differently?
"Otherwise." Chris said as a matter of course: "I have already given you your birthday present, and don't think I don't know that you have picked up a lot of good things these days.
The dragon's blood alone is calculated by the pint, plus the teeth, scales, claws and other things...
What you have gained in the past two days is more than my salary in two months."
"I picked them up bit by bit... I could only sleep four hours a day, it was very hard." Kyle muttered softly, "And I kept those things for my own use. I didn't plan to sell them."
"Don't talk so much."
Chris glanced at him and said, "Do you want help? If not, I'll leave.
But to be honest, the anti-curse gloves here are really good, several levels higher than those in other places, and the price of sixty Galleons is not too expensive. "
"Sixty Galleons?" Kyle looked up. "Didn't you say fifty Galleons?"
"The usual fifty Galleons." Chris said calmly, "But since it's a rare trip, I must buy something better. It's only ten more Galleons anyway."
Kyle looked at him suspiciously, but Chris's expression didn't change. He just asked him to make a decision quickly and said that the place might be closed if it was any later.
At his urging, Kyle thought about it and decided to buy a pair.
It's rare to come here, and you should really bring some souvenirs back home.
"How about I go with you?"
"No need." Chris shook his head, "It's quite chaotic there, and there are often unidentified wizards roaming around. It's not suitable for underage wizards like you to go there.
I'll buy it for you, and you stay here with Mr. Scamander."
"Well... okay." Kyle took out a small bag from his pocket.
These were the thirty Galleons that Professor Locknir had given him before.
He put another thirty Galleons in it and handed it over.
Chris pursed his lips.
Sixty Galleons are not a small amount. He didn't expect Kyle to actually take it out, and he was so... calm, as if it were sixty Sickles.
How much money did this kid make at school...
But Chris didn't say anything, and left the tent after receiving the money.
Kyle continued to count the items on the table.
It’s still the same old rule, each person gets half of the dragon blood, and everything else belongs to him.
Kyle felt a little embarrassed at first, so when distributing the dragon blood, he deliberately poured more for Newt.
But Newt smiled and shook his head, taking the smaller bottle.
In the evening, Chris came back and threw a pair of black and gray gloves to Kyle.
The gloves are made of dragon leather, and the surface feels hard and rough, but it does not affect movement at all when put on, and can automatically change size according to the size of the palm.
Just this point alone is much better than his original pair of dragon leather gloves.
The standard gloves were a little too big for him and would slide down if he wasn't careful, making them somewhat awkward and inconvenient to use.
As for the anti-spell effect... Kyle didn't try it, but since Chris bought it, it means there must be no problem with it.
At night, a bonfire was lit on the field.
Chris walked out of the tent with the Dragon Brandy he bought from the bar, and sat down with a few familiar people, grilling meat, drinking and chatting.
Although the possibility of an accident was small, they did not dare to drink too much just in case. Each person only had a small cup, less than a sip in total.
“This isn’t authentic!”
Charlie pursed his lips, "You must have bought the low-quality goods that Old Brown used to defraud wizard tourists."
"Fake?" Chris took another sip. It tasted pretty good to him.
"That old dog is very shrewd, and the technology of brewing wine is also very good, even if we are occasionally fooled."
Charlie didn’t explain too much, just smiled and said: “Give me the bottle later, and I’ll help you change two bottles of real ones.
The authentic Dragon Brandy can really make you breathe fire when you take your first sip.”
Chris looked at the cup in his hand with some surprise, he really didn't know this.
While they were chatting, Kyle found Professor Lockneil in the crowd and, as agreed before, sold all the defective products to him.
Since Chris had taken over Kyle's job before, he had more free time and naturally gained a lot more than last time.
Two packs, fifty-three Galleons total.
Adding the thirty Galleons from before, the money for the curse-proof gloves was recovered in an instant, and there was still some money left.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 347 Signal
During the third week in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, Kyle had gradually gotten used to this sometimes busy, sometimes leisurely life.