Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Before coming to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, Kyle thought the atmosphere here would be tense. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

After arriving, I discovered that it was so peaceful here... There were no burning dragon flames or roaring roars. Although there were flying fire dragons in the sky, there were only one or two.

And everyone around was gathered together in small groups to chat, it looked like it was a gathering of old friends.

Charlie didn’t explain much about this, he just patted Kyle on the shoulder and said meaningfully:

"If you had come a day earlier, you wouldn't think so. I can only say that you are in good time."

Charlie took Kyle around for a while and felt that time was almost up before returning to the previous venue.

There are many more people here than before, and some of them look similar to Charlie, with dark skin, about thirty years old, and wearing rough clothes and heavy boots. You can tell at a glance that they are dragon farmers.

The other ones are different, dressed in all sorts of weird ways, and older.

"They are all magical beasts experts everywhere."

Charlie introduced in a low voice: "The person with the house elf next to the ambergris tree is Mrs. Rozino in North America. She is also the only person in North America who is allowed to tame fire dragons privately."

"And the bearded man opposite him is Mr. Kurt. He sent us three dragons here..."

"The person who is talking to Mr. Scamander is Professor Locknear of Beauxbatons. The rune horses he cultivated are quite famous in the entire magical world..."

Charlie introduced each person in detail, while Kyle listened carefully and wrote down their names one by one.

There were not many people there, there were only twelve including Newt.

As for their assistant, Charlie didn’t say anything, probably because he didn’t think it was necessary.

To put it simply, the assistant does not deserve to have a name, just look familiar.

"I always thought you only had muscles in your mind." Kyle sighed: "I didn't expect you actually know so many people, and even people as far away as North America know... Dragon farmers also have requirements for cultural knowledge."

"How are you talking? You only have muscles in your brain!" Charlie said dissatisfied: "I have six N.E.W.T certificates. Even if I want to be an Auror, there is no problem."

"Okay, I was wrong." Kyle spread his hands noncommittally, "Then let me put it another way, when you are raising fire dragons, do you need to take time to watch the deeds of those magical animal experts?"

"Of course not." Charlie said, "Just taking care of dozens of fire dragons here every day is tiring enough, and I also have to deal with those cunning poachers. If I have extra time, I might as well sleep for an hour. .

In fact, we had decided on the list of invitees a month ago, and it was just a matter of getting familiar with the photos before they arrived.

That's right.

Kyle remembered that Charlie's worst class was the history of magic that the examiner recited. Under normal circumstances, he would not waste time memorizing so many people's names.

By noon, the Fire Dragon Sanctuary prepared a lunch for everyone.

Here, forget about sophistication, primitiveness and ruggedness are the eternal themes.

Each piece of freshly stewed bone-in meat is larger than a fist, and there are no extra seasonings. It completely maintains the original flavor of Tebbo warthog... although this taste may be a bit unacceptable to ordinary people.

The baked and hard pancakes are available in unlimited quantities. They are so filling that one piece can last you a whole day.

Kyle only ate half of it before he felt a little full.

To be honest, if this thing were a little harder, it would be a rock cake 2.0, and Hagrid would probably like it very much.

While eating, Kyle also saw Chris, but he didn't come up to say hello.

Because there were many well-dressed wizards accompanying him, presumably from the Romanian Ministry of Magic.

They were also eating bone-in meat and pancakes, and they were eating them with gusto. One person who seemed to be the boss even felt unsatisfied after eating and asked for another portion.

"Hi, Charlie!"

At this time, a burly middle-aged wizard ran over from a distance, "Someone told me that you brought a child, is he your brother?

But he doesn't have red hair either... Forget it, no matter who it is, it's very dangerous here now, you'd better get him out of here quickly. "

"Holman, you misunderstood." Charlie explained: "He is not my brother, he is Mr. Scamander's assistant."

"assistant?!"

"Yes, I saw them coming together with my own eyes." Charlie said, "And he is already over fourteen years old, which just meets the minimum age requirement to enter the reserve."

"Oh..." Holman looked at Kyle in disbelief.

Although it is still a little hard to believe, since Charlie has said so, there will be no problem in thinking.

He smacked his lips.

The other assistants are either house elves or adult wizards around thirty years old. Only Mr. Scamander actually brings a fourteen-year-old child... He is really unique.

only……

Holman looked at Kyle in a daze and hesitated whether to send someone to protect him next.

But the problem is that they don't have enough manpower. They are already somewhat stretched. If one more person is allocated, no one knows if any accidents will happen.

But it’s not okay to ignore it.

Mr. Scamander has a characteristic that he is too focused when facing magical animals.

What if he failed to watch the child due to a moment of negligence...

Otherwise, find an excuse to let him stay on the outside?

"You don't need to worry about him at all, Holman..."

Seemingly guessing what he was thinking, Charlie smiled and introduced part of Kyle's experience to his colleague.

He escaped from the hands of the dark wizard Oren, saved a classmate by the way, defeated a werewolf at St. Mungo's, and received the Second Class Medal of Merlin...

Holman was stunned for a moment after hearing these words.

Although he also thought that the person brought by Mr. Scamander would definitely not be an ordinary naughty kid, he did not expect that the other person would be so extraordinary...

Holman frowned, he was not as big-hearted as Charlie.

Good guy, there is no other fourteen-year-old member of the Order of Merlin in the entire magical world.

Such a genius cannot be injured. Sure enough, we should find a reason to let him stay on the outside...

But before Holman could say anything, an angry dragon roar suddenly came from around him.

People subconsciously raised their heads.

In the valley in the distance, a huge black shadow rose into the sky and sprayed a ball of flame almost forty feet in mid-air.

It was like a switch had been flipped.

The next second, the roars of the fire dragons began to sound from all directions.

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