But when we got there, we found that it was surprisingly peaceful here... There was no burning dragon flame, nor any roaring sound. Although we could see flying fire dragons in the sky, there were only one or two of them.

Moreover, all the people around were gathered in groups of three or five, chatting, and it looked like a gathering of old friends.

Charlie didn't explain too much about this. He just patted Kyle on the shoulder and said meaningfully:

"If you had come a day earlier, you wouldn't have thought so. I can only say that you guys came at the right time."

Charlie took Kyle for a walk around for a while, and when he felt it was about time, he returned to the previous venue.

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

The others were different, they were dressed strangely and were older.

"They are magical creature experts from all over the place."

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

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

"The person who is talking to Mr. Scamander is Professor Lockneir of Beauxbatons. The rune horses he breeds are quite famous in the entire wizarding world..."

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

There weren't many people, only twelve including Newt.

As for their assistants, Charlie didn't say anything, probably because he felt it was unnecessary.

To put it simply, an assistant does not deserve a name, it is enough to just be familiar to others.

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

"How can you talk like that? You only have brawn in your head!" Charlie said unhappily, "I have six NEWT certificates, so I can be an Auror if I want to."

"Okay, I was wrong." Kyle spread his hands noncommittally, "Then let me put it another way. When you raise dragons, do you need to take time to read the stories of those magical animal experts?"

"Of course not." Charlie said, "It's tiring enough to take care of dozens of dragons here every day, and I have to deal with those cunning poachers. I might as well sleep for an hour if I have the extra time.

In fact, we had already finalized the list of guests a month ago, and we just had to familiarize ourselves with the photos before they arrived.”

That's right.

Kyle remembered that Charlie's worst subject was the History of Magic, which was a subject that required him to recite. Normally, he wouldn't waste time remembering so many people's names.

By noon, the Fire Dragon Reserve had prepared lunch for everyone.

Here, don’t even think about being refined; primitiveness and ruggedness are the unchanging themes.

Each piece of freshly stewed bone-in meat is bigger than a fist, and there is not much extra seasoning, which completely retains the most original flavor of Tebo warthog... although this taste may be a little unacceptable to most people.

The baked hard bread is available in unlimited quantities and is very filling. One piece can last you a whole day.

Kyle felt a little full after eating only half of it.

To be honest, if this thing was a little harder, it would definitely be Rock Cake 2.0. Hagrid would probably like it very much.

While eating, Kyle saw Chris, but did not go up to say hello.

Because there were many well-dressed wizards following him, they should be from the Romanian Ministry of Magic.

They were also eating bone-in meat and toasted bread, and they were eating with gusto. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, even felt unsatisfied after finishing the meal and asked for another portion.

"Hi, Charlie!"

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

"assistant?!"

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

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

Although it's still a little hard to believe, since Charlie said so, there shouldn't be any problem.

He smacked his lips.

Other people's assistants are either house-elves or adult wizards around thirty years old. Only Mr. Scamander actually brought a fourteen-year-old child... He is really unique.

only……

Holman looked at Kyle in a daze, wondering whether to send someone to protect him.

But the problem is that they don’t have enough manpower, and the situation is already stretched to the limit. If one more person is assigned, no one knows what accidents may happen.

But we can't just ignore it.

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

What if he was careless and didn't keep an eye on the child...

Otherwise, find an excuse to keep him outside?

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

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Charlie smiled and introduced some of Kyle's experiences to his colleague.

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

Holman was stunned by these words.

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

Holman frowned. He was not as carefree as Charlie.

Wow, a fourteen-year-old member of Merlin's band, there is probably no other like him in the entire wizarding world.

Such a genius must not be injured. As expected, we should find a reason to keep him outside...

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

People subconsciously raised their heads.

In the distant valley, a huge black shadow rose into the air and spewed out a ball of fire almost forty feet in the air.

It was like a switch was flipped.

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

…

(End of this chapter)