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This is bound to be a very boring process.
At noon the next day, Newt woke up, and then it was Kyle's turn to rest...
From night to day and back to night...
It was not until the early morning of the third day that the melee gradually subsided.
It's not the end, but the fire dragons can't fly anymore. They are swaying in the sky, looking like they have drunk fake wine. The originally large balls of dragon flames have turned into small flames, and they can only temporarily cease fighting.
After the last of the Hungarian Horntails calmed down, Newt took Kyle back to the previous venue.
Not long after, the others came back one after another.
But most people looked extremely tired. After coming back, they went straight to bed without saying a word.
The Fire Dragon Reserve prepared tents for everyone here in advance as temporary residences, right next to the dining area.
Kyle curiously walked into the tent with the name "Newt Scamander" written on it.
Inside was a fairly spacious three-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and a kitchen. Although the furniture in the house looked a little old, it was cleaned very well and there was no musty smell.
Because he had taken turns to rest before, Kyle didn't feel sleepy at the moment. He walked to the table and sat down, ready to count the harvest of the past few days.
Newt had said before that they came here to help, and the Fire Dragon Sanctuary would not ask about the things they collected... This was an unspoken understanding between the two parties.
He opened the deformed lizard skin bag, took out the items inside one by one and placed them on the table.
The first things to come were dragon teeth, scales and the like, filling up two large bags. However, the quality varied, with some intact and others badly damaged. Kyle didn't have time to pick carefully, so he just piled them up in a corner.
Then he produced a large crimson bottle and placed it heavily on the table.
This is filled with dragon's blood, about a pint or so.
In Diagon Alley, a bottle of dragon's blood costs twelve Galleons, and the quantity is pitifully small.
Kyle's collection would fill about thirty bottles like that.
Three days... Strictly speaking, it should be two days, three hundred and sixty Galleons, and one day is one hundred and eighty Galleons.
Even if two people shared it, there would be ninety Galleons... plus all the other odds and ends, the day's gain would be more than Mr. Weasley's monthly salary.
"Oh...is this all dragon blood?"
At this time, Newt walked into the tent and saw the bottle on the table at a glance.
"That's right." Kyle nodded, then frowned and said, "But there are at least three kinds of dragon blood here, will it have any effect?"
“As long as there aren’t any Peruvian Vipertooths in it, it’s fine,” Newt said. “They have toxins in their blood, too.”
"That's good." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.
The blood of the Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon is green, and he had paid special attention to it before. Moreover, the green blood also has a particularly pungent smell, and it will be easily discovered if mixed in with other things.
"Oh, by the way." Newt pointed in the direction outside the tent and said with a smile: "I just saw that Lockneil seemed to be buying these things, and the price was very fair. If you need them, you can go to him."
Lockneel, the professor at Beauxbatons?
Kyle thought about it and didn't go.
He has no shortage of Galleons for the time being, and he can use these things himself. They are good materials for making alchemical items or potions.
The most important thing is that it is 100% authentic, and there is no need to worry about other messy things mixed in.
Kyle took out another bottle, divided half of the dragon's blood and handed it to Newt.
Newt didn't refuse and accepted it with a smile.
After being diluted, dragon blood can be used to make tonics for other magical animals. Just adding a little bit can immediately improve the quality of the tonic to a higher level.
If placed in a store, it is the difference between ordinary goods and fine goods.
For Newt, who has a box of magical creatures, dragon blood is a necessity.
But he didn't take anything else and left them all to Kyle.
Kyle spent more than half an hour picking out all the badly damaged ones, and in the evening, he packed them up and sold them to Professor Lockneir of Beauxbatons.
A big bag weighs thirty Galleons per pound. Although it’s not much, it’s better than nothing.
In fact, he originally thought that Professor Lockneil would not accept these things, but he did not expect that the other party would accept everything, as long as it was related to dragons.
"You are in Hogwarts, you may not know..."
Professor Locknir handed Kyle thirty Galleons and said with a smile, "Beauxbatons has alchemy courses. For beginners, there is no need to use too good materials. These are enough."
He also told Kyle that if he had any defective products in the future, he could sell them to him at the same price, by pound, and he would take as many as he could.
Kyle nodded and agreed.
He now had some doubts as to whether the materials used in the Hogwarts Potions class were also purchased by Snape from somewhere by the pound.
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(End of this chapter)
Chapter 345 Rescue and Tree Net
Later in the evening, Charlie came over. He looked more tired than the others, and his face looked as ugly as an overcooked cabbage.
"I flew for more than thirty hours!"
While eating dinner, Charlie couldn't help muttering, "And we have to keep an eye on the fire dragons to avoid being bitten in half or knocked away by them.
I think all the Quidditch players should come here for special training. Riding a broomstick and shuttling between seven or eight dragons is much more useful than training on the field."
"I just want to play Quidditch, not risk my life..." Kyle laughed, "And the reserve probably won't agree to that."
"Yeah, you're right, what a shame, they missed a great training opportunity."
Seeing Charlie's listless look, Kyle handed him a mint-flavored exploding candy.
"Would you like some? Although it's not as good as a sobering potion, it should be able to make you more alert."
"Thanks, that's exactly what I needed." Charlie took the mint.
After a while, a muffled sound came from his mouth, and his whole face swelled up, looking like an oversized toad.
Charlie shivered all over and rubbed his face with his hands.
"Much better." He took a few deep breaths. "It's amazing. What I disliked most before was mint candy."
“Tastes change all the time,” Kyle said.
Charlie raised his eyebrows and smiled: "So, you will like licorice candy in the future?"
"Let's forget about this!" Kyle said immediately.
"What a pity! You missed out on such a delicious treat."
The Weasley children are all big fans of liquorice candy, including Harry. On the train, one of the indispensable snacks for him and Ron is the liquorice wand.
So usually, Kyle would pick out the licorice candies he received and give them to them as extra gifts on different days... such as Christmas or birthdays.
Oh, and now...
Because he still needed to patrol the reserve at night, Charlie left shortly after dinner.
Kyle gave him a big bag of candy.
Although there are wizard gathering places and shops near the Fire Dragon Sanctuary in Romania, there are more things like various wines, minerals, potions and magic props.
The candies that are everywhere in school are now a rare commodity here.
It’s not that they don’t have them, it’s just that it’s quite troublesome to buy them once. Not only do they need to be delivered by Owl from far away, but the variety and taste are much worse than those of Bee Duke.
After Charlie left, Kyle returned to the tent.
There are quite a few people here, including Newt.
There was no sign of fatigue on their faces anymore. They sat together and chatted happily, just like they did a few days ago.
The topics are all related to magical animals, ranging from the experience of treating dragons to the postpartum care of Tebo warthogs.
Kyle stood beside Newt without saying a word, and learned a lot of useful little-known facts.
Even Professor Lockneil said that when he was in the Barisan Mountains, he accidentally discovered a new magical animal, which was huge and had four arms.
Before coming to Romania, he had already sorted out the relevant information and pictures, and it would not take long for them to be published.
Everyone showed great interest, and Newt was also somewhat interested. It was obvious that he really wanted to go to that place and take a look.
Of course, this has to wait until Lockneil publishes the relevant information.
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This time the fire dragons will rest a little longer.
Everyone stayed at the venue for three full days before the surroundings became lively again.
Kyle and Newt returned to the same hill.
The area they were responsible for was discussed before they came. Probably to take Newt's age into consideration, this place was a little farther away from the highest cliff and was much safer.
Just a bit boring...
It was still a melee that lasted for several days.
But this time, the number of failed fire dragons was significantly higher than before, and Kyle could hear that hissing sound almost every day.
But there are exceptions.
The next day, a Romanian ceratosaurus was exhausted and was hit on the head by the Ukrainian Ironbelly's tail. Then its eyes rolled back and it fell straight from mid-air.
The location was right near the hill where Kyle and Newt were.
I don’t know if it didn’t hear the sound of surrender or if it was hit too hard, but the Ukrainian iron belly circled in the air for a while and then dived down.
Newt frowned and quickly Apparated to the Romanian dragon's side. He put his wand to its throat and made a series of short sounds, trying to convey its surrender.
But it was no use, the sound he made was very different from that of the fire dragon, in other words, his accent was very heavy.
Under normal circumstances, the Ukrainian Iron Belly might have understood what this meant, but now it was clearly a little too excited and couldn't hear Newt and Kyle at all.
"This is trouble!" Newt's face turned serious.