Dobby the house-elf was busy in the kitchen, constantly delivering fried eggs, sausages and toast...

"Good morning darling."

Diana helped Kyle straighten his collar, "Hurry up and have breakfast, you'll be leaving soon."

"Good morning……"

After greeting the two, Kyle picked up a piece of bread and asked, "Are we going so early?"

"It's getting late. We have to leave in ten minutes."

Newt smiled and said, “They sent me another letter last night saying that Pino…the Ukrainian Iron Belly’s wings were broken and the dragon breeders had to send it somewhere else.

The reserve is about to become a mess, and even those gentle dragons have been dragged into it."

Kyle quickly sped up his eating.

Taking advantage of this time, Newt and Diana continued their previous conversation.

"It's really surprising. How did that guy, Blake, get out?"

"I think he must have discovered the weakness of the Dementors... They rely on emotions to sense everything around them. Although there are not many ways to avoid them, there are ways to avoid them."

Diana poured Newt a cup of tea. "Besides, the people in the Ministry of Magic trust the Dementors too much. There are only two strikers on such a big island."

“Yeah.” Newt took a sip of his tea. “But it’s still pretty impressive. No one has ever escaped before.”

"Maybe." Diana glanced out the window. "Who knows..."

Kyle ate his breakfast silently beside him without saying a word.

A week ago... In order to stimulate more people to participate in the lottery, the Daily Prophet once again reported on the Weasley family's situation.

In the photo, they were standing in front of a huge pyramid, and all the members were there, including Ron's half-dead rat...

By the time Kyle finished breakfast, it was almost time.

Newt pulled out a glass bottle.

"Portkey, I think you should know how to use it."

Kyle nodded and placed his hand on the bottle.

Newt checked the time.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a whirlwind, the two disappeared in the room at the same time.

To be honest, after getting used to Apparition, Portkey was a pretty gentle way of traveling.

After the trip, Kyle landed steadily on the ground and tidied up his shirt and hair that were messed up by the wind.

"Welcome, Mr. Newt Scamander...Oh, Kyle, I just recognized you." A voice came from the side.

Kyle looked up and found an open valley around him. A burly man in front of him was looking at him in surprise.

"Charlie!"

Kyle was also a little surprised.

The man in front of him was Charlie Weasley. He looked stronger than two years ago, and there was a large scar on his exposed arm caused by fire.

The two hugged each other, and Kyle blurted out: "Why are you here?"

But he regretted asking this question... The other person was working in the Dragon Sanctuary, and it was like asking Professor McGonagall why she was in Hogwarts.

But Charlie also knew what Kyle meant, and explained with a smile: "I am here to greet Mr. Scamander... So, your current identity is his assistant?"

He looked at Newt.

No one responded...

From the beginning, Newt had been staring at the huge figures in the sky.

Charlie didn't feel embarrassed. Newt had been here twice before and he was the one who received him both times. He was used to this situation.

Fortunately, there was one more person this time.

"Yes, I am Mr. Scamander's assistant."

Kyle held out his hand and said, "It shouldn't be a problem."

"Of course not, Mr. Assistant."

Charlie smiled and shook his hand. "After all, you are already fourteen years old, right... Did you receive the gift I gave you?"

"Old Pino's teeth have been changing quickly in recent years, so I picked out the biggest one for you."

Charlie led Kyle to a field not far away where there were already some people.

Kyle met Professor Kettleburn, who had been living in Hogsmeade after retirement and was also invited this time.

Standing next to him was a tall wizard with a beard.

Professor Kettleburn was considered tall, but when he stood there it only reached his shoulders.

The other person looked to be more than two meters tall.

"Edward Lima," Charlie whispered, "a famous Peruvian magical animal master who once lived with the Peruvian Vipertooth Dragon for ten years."

Hearing the name, Kyle was suddenly stunned.

He remembered that this person was the author of "The Monster Book of Monsters" and he had seen him in that book.

It seems that this person, like Hagrid, is fond of magical animals that look more ferocious.

"Hey, Newt, you're here!"

Professor Kettleburn came over and laughed from a distance and said, "I guess you will bring the child here...Long time no see, Kyle."

"Long time no see, Professor."

"Don't say that. I'm not a professor anymore." Professor Kettleburn waved his hand. "I'm just an ordinary retired old man now."

"Ordinary retired people don't come all the way here to see the dragon," Kyle laughed.

"Hello."

At this time, the tall Edward Lima also came over and greeted Kyle gently.

"I've heard of you, the youngest member of Merlin's Order. I didn't expect you were interested in dragons."

His accent is very standard and doesn't sound weird at all.

It has to be said that all the magical beast masters who travel far and wide have a good talent for languages.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lima." Kyle said, "I've read your book."

"oh?"

He looked a little surprised, "You even read such an unpopular book?"

In Britain, his books are really unpopular, and wizards there prefer "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

"In fact, 'The Monster Book of Monsters' is the textbook for Hogwarts this year," Kyle explained.

"Really..." He glanced at Newt teasingly and said in a very proud tone, "It seems that you have a new professor with unique vision."

"That's not a very good vision." Newt responded with a smile.

Then they hugged each other, obviously they were old friends for many years.

After meeting his acquaintances, Newt talked a lot more and had a lot of fun chatting with them.

Charlie took Kyle for a tour around the area and introduced him to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary.

“The closest to us is the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon, there are seven of them, so it’s the only place that’s not so busy.

But it’s only temporary…”

He pointed to a pillar of fire rising into the sky not far away.

"Last night was much more lively than it is now. The fire lasted the entire night...

I only have one request for you, don't let your legs go weak later, or you'll be embarrassed if you sit on the ground by accident."

"That's definitely not going to happen," Kyle said.

"I hope so..." Charlie smiled and patted Kyle's shoulder, "In fact, I really want to see that scene, the winner of the Order of Merlin, second class, being frightened by a fire dragon and his legs going limp.

It's incredible. When I received my mother's letter last year, I thought she was joking.

The Order of Merlin... I didn't expect you to achieve such a great achievement just after I graduated."

(End of this chapter)