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More importantly, the rewards were fruitful.
These days, he earned enough money to buy two sets of anti-curse gloves just by selling those damaged and inferior goods, a full 125 Galleons.
But that's all...
At the end of the second week, the fire dragons engaged in the most intense and longest melee.
This time, even Kyle was busy, and he and Newt and Chris rushed around to treat three injured dragons, more than the previous two times combined.
By the end, there were only two fire dragons left in the sky.
A Hungarian Horntail, and a Ukrainian Ironbelly... not the one Kyle encountered before, this one is larger.
They only rested for one day before continuing to fight for the highest cliff.
Most people gathered around and waited for the final result.
In terms of size, the Ukrainian iron belly is obviously more dominant... Charlie said that it weighs almost seven tons, and it is several times larger than the Hungarian Horntail. It looks like an adult dragon with a child.
But Charlie was not optimistic about it.
“Although both are Ukrainian iron bellies and are of similar size, it lacks a bit of wisdom compared to the old Pinault.
If it had the last chance to win when everyone else was about to stop flying, but it didn't seize it, now..."
Charlie shook his head. "A large body size means more consumption, and a day's rest time is not enough. The Hungarian Horntail obviously knows this, so it launched an attack in advance.
… It didn’t stand a chance.”
The facts are exactly as Charlie said.
After only three hours, the Ukrainian iron belly slowed down and swayed, like a target in the sky.
Like a skilled hunter, the Hungarian Horntail used its speed advantage to quickly gain the upper hand.
Everyone could see that the outcome of this battle was already determined, and all that remained was a matter of time.
"Hogwarts is about to start school, right?" Professor Lockneil, feeling a little bored, walked up to Kyle and asked quietly, "Is it September too?"
“September 1st,” Kyle said. “Less than two weeks away.”
"If school starts now, you should be in the fourth grade."
"Yes." Kyle nodded.
"Are you interested in transferring to Beauxbatons?" Professor Locknir suddenly said, "If it's you, I guarantee that you will be able to use the best materials in your alchemy class."
Kyle looked at Professor Lockneil, his head full of question marks.
No, what kind of custom is this at Beauxbatons? They persuade people to transfer schools as soon as they meet them?
Their principal Maxim is like this, and so are the professors. What? Is this part of their job training?
"I'm sorry, I don't have that idea at the moment."
After a moment of silence, Kyle shook his head and said, "Besides, the OWLs exam will be held next year, so it's not appropriate to transfer schools at this time."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just asking, you don't have to worry about it..."
Professor Lockneir waved his hands repeatedly, then moved closer to Kyle and whispered, "Actually, Ms. Maxime asked me to ask... When I wrote to her a few days ago, I accidentally told her about the situation here, and she seemed to want you to transfer to Beauxbatons.
Do you know each other too?"
To be honest, he was actually quite confused when Maxim asked him to poach people in the letter.
Although I feel that this is a bit rude, there is no other way for the sake of funding.
What he bought was not only defective products, but also complete materials and dragon blood, which were the big ones.
Although the amount he received each time was not much, the three times combined cost him nearly a thousand Galleons, which would definitely have to be reimbursed by the school.
That's why he wrote to Ms. Maxime under the pretext of reporting the situation, and reminded her explicitly or implicitly to prepare the money as soon as possible.
But who knew that instead of receiving the money, there was an additional task of poaching people from Hogwarts...
But anyway, he finished it.
"Madame Maxime?"
Kyle thought for a moment and said, "I saw her once in Paris during the holidays last year."
"Oh... no wonder."
Professor Lockneil suddenly realized and said, "I remember that she seldom left France. Normally, it should be impossible for her to know the young wizard from Hogwarts."
While the two were talking, the battle between the two fire dragons was coming to an end.
Not surprisingly, the Hungarian Horntail won.
It stood on the cliff, roaring, and spewing mushroom-shaped clouds of fire into the sky.
Dragon roars could be heard continuously from all around... that was a way of expressing submission.
"It's finally over." Charlie rubbed his forehead.
He hadn't had a good rest for more than a month. He had been tense all the time and it was fine, but now that he suddenly relaxed, he felt as if his head had been hit hard by someone and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Now I should be able to have a good rest for a few days.
Although he still has a lot of things to do in the future, he is not in a hurry, just take his time...
"Roar!"
There was another dragon roar.
Unlike the previous roar that expressed submission, this roar was filled with anger.
Charlie was startled and snapped back to his senses.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound...
It was an Australian egg white eye. It did not lie on the ground like other fire dragons, but flew in the air, angrily spewing dragon flames at the ground.
At the same time, a ball of dazzling red light exploded beside it, leaving a large spherical pattern in the air.
That is a unique signal for dragon breeders.
"Damn...those cunning hyenas!"
Charlie quickly got on his broom and flew in that direction.
"Someone is paying attention to the dragon eggs."
As if seeing Kyle's confusion, Professor Lockneil explained in a low voice: "That is a signal unique to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. The red color represents an unidentified intruder, and the round ball represents a dragon egg."
"Should we help?" Kyle asked.
"No need, someone has already gone." Chris walked over and shook his head.
"That's right." Locknir said with a smile, "The reserve had long guessed that this would happen, and since two weeks ago, there have been people guarding every nest of dragon eggs.
There is also a special protective magic on the dragon egg, so you can't Disapparate with it."
As they were talking, more and more dragon breeders rushed to the vicinity of the Australian Egg White Eye.
But a few minutes later, two more red lights exploded in the south, followed by two in the north...
Signals were sent from seven locations in total, all far away and in different directions.
"So many people, and at the same time...it seems like they had planned it long ago."
Chris was a little surprised, but his expression didn't change.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 348: No one is nice when dealing with magical animals
Oak Barrel Barrel.
It is also the most popular place near the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary. No matter what time it is open, it is always crowded.
Dragon breeders often come here on their days off and order a glass of brandy or almond mead to relieve their fatigue.
In addition to them, there were many other customers.
This place is a bit like the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade. There are all kinds of people in it... tourists who come here for its reputation, men in black with hoods whose faces can't be seen clearly, and an old witch who looks like a villain...
Of course, there are also some that are not human.
For example, right now, sitting on the far right side of the bar is a goblin carrying a tattered bag, cheating people everywhere but calling himself a wandering merchant.
Not far from it, there was a centaur who ran out from some unknown tribe and was keen on fortune-telling for the wizard.
"boom!"
The door of the Oak Barrel Bar was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and some people subconsciously turned their heads to take a look.
The person who came in was a frail-looking wizard wearing a pair of glasses. He looked like a clerical worker who often sat in the office of the Ministry of Magic and wrote reports.
I guess they are tourists who come here because of its reputation...
After all, the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve is quite famous, and many tourists come here every year.
People didn't care and turned around to continue drinking and bragging. Only a few regular customers would occasionally whisper something, thinking that the shrewd old Brown could make a small fortune by selling fake wine.
But no one would be nosy enough to remind them of anything... They are just tourists, it doesn't matter what happens, as long as what they drink is real.
The wizard walked into the bar without stopping or ordering drinks at the bar, and walked straight to a table in the corner.
There were two people sitting there, one was a burly man with a thick beard, and the other was wearing a black robe with his entire face hidden under a wide hood.
"Roy failed."
After the bespectacled wizard sat down, he picked up the dragon brandy on the table and poured himself a glass, then continued: "Of the twelve people, except Roy who betrayed his companions and escaped, the others all had their wands confiscated.
Aurors from the Romanian Ministry of Magic have taken them all away just now."
"I said before, there's no way he can succeed..."
The hooded wizard swirled the brandy in his glass. "But that fool just wouldn't believe it."
"But I've heard about their plan, and it seems like there shouldn't be any problems."
The burly man opposite him drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and frowned, saying, "The melee ended just when the dragon breeders were most exhausted. In that state, it was almost impossible for them to use Apparition anymore, and their mobility was the worst.