Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 342 It’s time for you to catch up

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

 After the results arrived, 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 and chatting, 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 have caught up with the good times."

 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. Some of them look similar to Charlie. They are dark-skinned and about thirty years old. They are also 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 experts on magical animals 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. We have three dragons here who were sent by him..."

"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.

The number of people is not large, there are only twelve including Newt.

As for their assistants, Charlie didn’t say anything, probably because he felt they were unnecessary.

 Simply put, the assistant does not deserve to have a name, just look familiar.

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

"How can you talk? What do you mean 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 in disbelief, "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 main test recited. Under normal circumstances, he would not waste time memorizing so many people's names.

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

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

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

The baked and hard dough is available in unlimited quantities. It is so filling that one piece can last you a whole day.

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

 Seriously, if this thing were a little harder, it would be a rock biscuit 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 baked bread, 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's not a redhead either...Forget it, no matter who it is, it's very dangerous here now, you'd better send him out 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.

Others’ 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.

 It’s just…

Holman looked at Kyle in a daze, hesitating 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 assigned, no one knows whether any accidents will happen.

  It’s okay to just ignore it.

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

What if he failed to keep an eye on the child due to a moment of negligence...

 How about finding an excuse to let him stay on the outside?

 “You don’t have 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.

Escaped from the dark wizard Oren, and also rescued a classmate. He 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 ambitious 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 distant valley, a huge black shadow rose into the sky and sprayed out a ball of flame that was almost forty feet in length.

 It's like a switch flipped.

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

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 (End of this chapter)