Chapter 346: Chris' Special Treatment
Chapter 346: Chris' Special Treatment
"Just in time..."
Newt wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Weren't you with the Romanian Ministry of Magic? How did you get here?"
"The matter has been dealt with."
Chris approached, and together with Kyle, they used the Cyclone Charm to pull the Romanian Horned Dragon out of the bog.
"To be honest, these past few days have been incredibly boring. I had to accompany them to various events and work meetings."
"And it doesn't end there. Once I return to the Ministry, I'll have to write at least five reports... I should've never come."
"Working in the Ministry, you have to go through these things."
Newt smiled and said, "Tina and Theseus were the same. After every mission, they had endless reports to write."
"Yeah..."
Chris sighed and then checked the condition of the Romanian Horned Dragon with Newt.
"It's exhausted, and a few bones are broken as well." Newt found a potion from his box and poured it into the dragon's mouth, "But thankfully, it's not fatal, and there are no serious external injuries. It should recover in a few weeks."
After treating the dragon's injuries, he took out something resembling a conch shell and tapped it with his wand.
Soon, several dragon handlers flew over on brooms.
They first expressed their gratitude to Newt, Kyle, and Chris, then placed the dragon into a special black cage and flew away with it.
At the edge of the reserve, there was a desolate valley in a remote location, perfect for housing these severely injured dragons.
After that, Chris stayed behind.
With his help, Kyle had nothing left to do and began to focus on collecting equipment.
He also learned a useful spell from Chris, a variation of the Cleaning Charm, which could gather nearby lightweight objects together.
This made collecting dragon parts much easier.
When the chaos ended, the three of them returned to the site.
Kyle prepared to go back to the tent to tally their haul, while Chris decided to visit the nearby wizarding gathering place.
"I heard that the dragon handlers here, after receiving their salaries, would first buy a pair of Old John's Anti-Curse Gloves."
In front of the tent, Chris said, "I've already found out the location of that shop. It's right in the middle of the gathering place.
If the Anti-Curse Gloves are as good as they say, it would make a perfect gift for your mother."
"What about mine..." Kyle suddenly raised his head, "Are they also gloves?"
"What are you talking about?" Chris blinked, puzzled.
"The gift."
"What gift..." Chris was taken aback but quickly understood, "Oh, if you want one too..."
He extended a hand, "Fifty Galleons for a pair, and I can get them for you."
"You want money?" Kyle was surprised, thinking he had misheard.
They were family; why the special treatment?
"What else?" Chris said matter-of-factly, "I already gave you your birthday gift, and don't think I don't know that you've picked up quite a few good things these past few days.
The dragon blood alone is measured in pints, not to mention the teeth, scales, claws, and other items...
Your haul from these two days is worth more than my salary for two months."
"But I collected them bit by bit... I could only sleep four hours a day, it was tough." Kyle muttered, "And I was keeping those things for myself, not planning to sell them."
"Don't say that."
Chris glanced at him, "Do you want help, or should I just leave?
But seriously, the Anti-Curse Gloves here are really good, several levels better than those in other places. Sixty Galleons isn't an expensive price."
"Sixty Galleons?
Kyle looked up, "Didn't you just say fifty Galleons?"
"Fifty Galleons, normally," Chris replied calmly. "But since we're here, we should get something better. It's only ten Galleons more."
Kyle gave him a doubtful look, but Chris' expression didn't change. He urged Kyle to make a decision quickly, saying that the shop might close soon.
Under his prompting, Kyle thought for a moment and decided to buy a pair.
It was indeed a rare opportunity, and he should bring back some souvenirs.
"Why don't I go with you?"
"No need," Chris shook his head. "It's quite chaotic over there, and there are often unidentified wizards roaming around. It's not suitable for underage wizards like you.
I'll get it for you; you stay here and keep Mr. Scamander company."
"Alright then," Kyle said, taking out a small pouch from his pocket.
This was the thirty Galleons Professor Lockhart had given him earlier.
He added another thirty Galleons to the pouch and handed it over.
Chris pursed his lips.
Sixty Galleons was not a small amount, and he hadn't expected Kyle to actually produce it, and with such a calm expression, as if it were just sixty Knuts.
(Chapter End)
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