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Chapter 342: You're in for a Treat
Chapter 342: You're in for a Treat
Before arriving at the Dragon Reserve, Kyle had imagined the atmosphere would be tense. However, upon reaching the location, he was surprised by the calmness that greeted him. There were no blazing dragon flames or roaring cries, and only a couple of dragons could be spotted flying in the sky.
The people around were gathered in small groups, chatting casually as if it were a reunion of old friends.
Charlie didn't offer much explanation, merely patting Kyle's shoulder and saying with a meaningful tone, "If you had come a day earlier, you wouldn't have thought so. You're in for a treat."
Charlie took Kyle around for a while, and when he felt it was time, they returned to the previous site.
There were more people now, some with tanned skin like Charlie, around thirty years old, wearing rough clothing and heavy boots—clearly dragon keepers.
The others were different, with their eccentric attire and older age.
"They are magical creature specialists from various places," Charlie whispered. "The one by the Dragon Tears Tree with the house-elf is Mrs. Rozeno, the only person in North America permitted to privately breed dragons.
"And across from her is Mr. Cort, the man with the big beard. We have three dragons here that he sent."
"The one talking to Mr. Scamander is Professor Lockner from Beauxbatons. His bred Thestrals are renowned throughout the wizarding world..."
Charlie introduced each person in detail, and Kyle listened carefully, jotting down their names.
There weren't many of them, just twelve, including Newt.
Charlie didn't mention their assistants, probably deeming it unnecessary.
In essence, assistants didn't need names; familiarity was sufficient.
"I thought you only had muscles in your head," Kyle marveled. "I didn't expect you to know so many people, even those from North America... Dragon keepers have cultural knowledge requirements too."
"What are you talking about? Muscles in my head?" Charlie protested. "I have six N.E.W.T credentials. I could even become an Auror if I wanted to."
"Okay, I was wrong," Kyle conceded, waving his hand dismissively. "Let me rephrase. Do you need to study the achievements of magical creature specialists when you're breeding dragons?"
"Of course not," Charlie replied. "Here, we're busy enough taking care of dozens of dragons daily and dealing with cunning poachers. I'd rather sleep an hour than have extra time on my hands.
In fact, we finalized the guest list a month ago. We just needed to familiarize ourselves with their photos before they arrived."
That was the truth.
Kyle recalled that Charlie's weakest subject was History of Magic, which required memorization for the exam. Normally, he wouldn't waste time remembering so many names.
At noon, the Dragon Reserve provided lunch for everyone.
Here, one could forget about delicacy; the theme was always primitiveness and ruggedness.
The freshly cooked meat with bones was larger than a fist, and without much seasoning, it retained the most authentic flavor of the Tebo Boar... Though this taste might be a bit hard for most people to accept.
The hard-baked flatbread was served in unlimited quantities, providing a satisfyingly filling meal. One piece could sustain you for an entire day.
Kyle only ate half of it before feeling a bit full.
To be honest, if this thing was a little harder, it would be the perfect Rock Skin Cake 2.0, and Hagrid would probably love it.
During the meal, Kyle also spotted Chris, but he didn't go over to greet him.
Because standing next to him were several well-dressed wizards, who were likely from the Romanian Ministry of Magic.
They were also eating meat with bones and baked flatbread, and they seemed to be enjoying it immensely. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, even found it so delicious that he asked for another serving after finishing his first.
"Hey, Charlie!"
At that moment, a burly middle-aged wizard ran over from a distance, "Someone told me you brought a child, is he your brother? But he doesn't have red hair either... Never mind, whoever he is, it's very dangerous here now, you'd better get him out of here as soon as possible."
"Holman, you've misunderstood," Charlie explained, "He's not my brother, he's Mr. Scamander's assistant."
"Assistant?!"
"That's right, I saw them come together with my own eyes," Charlie said, "And he's already fourteen years old, just meeting the minimum age requirement to enter the reserve."
"Oh..." Holman looked at Kyle in disbelief.
Although it was still hard to believe, since Charlie said so, there probably wouldn't be any problem.
He smacked his lips.
Other people's assistants were either house-elves or adult wizards in their thirties, but Mr. Scamander had brought a fourteen-year-old child... That was truly unique.
However...
Holman looked at Kyle with a slightly distracted expression, wondering if he should assign someone to protect him.
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But the problem was that they were already short-staffed. They were already stretched thin, and if they assigned another person, no one would know what kind of accidents might happen later.
But it couldn't be helped.
Mr. Scamander had a particular trait—he was too focused when dealing with magical creatures.
What if, due to a momentary oversight, he failed to keep an eye on the child...
How about finding an excuse to keep him at the outermost area?
"You don't need to worry about him at all, Holman..."
As if guessing his thoughts, Charlie smiled and introduced some of Kyle's experiences to his colleague.
Escaping from the dark wizard Orren, even rescuing a classmate, defeating a werewolf at St. Mungo's, and thus earning the Order of Merlin Second Class...
These words left Holman stunned.
Although he had thought that the person brought by Mr. Scamander wouldn't be an ordinary troublemaker, he hadn't expected the person to be so extraordinary...
Holman furrowed his brows; he wasn't as carefree as Charlie.
Goodness, a fourteen-year-old member of the Order of Merlin, there probably wouldn't be a second one in the entire wizarding world.
Such a genius must not be injured; indeed, it was best to find a reason to keep him at the outermost area...
But before Holman could say anything, an angry dragon's roar suddenly echoed from the surroundings.
People instinctively looked up.
In the distant valley, a huge dark shadow rose into the air, spewing out a flame of about forty feet in the sky.
It was as if a switch had been triggered.
The next second, dragon roars reverberated continuously from all directions.
...
(End of Chapter)
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