Now, Kyle finally understood what Charlie meant just now.

A Hungarian Horntail roared and spewed out dragon flames, completely breaking the tranquility around it.

Immediately afterwards, various fire dragons flew up like kites, roaring and spewing out scorching dragon flames.

The dragon breeders took out their flying brooms as quickly as possible and flew away from the venue.

"Damn it, Norbeta just laid dragon eggs!" Holman rushed out anxiously, "Why did they lay eggs so early this time? Don't they need to rest?"

"Stay safe, Kyle!"

Charlie stuffed the scone in his pocket, got on his broom and followed.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people around were gone.

The rest of the people also put away their smiles and quickly left the venue.

"Let's go too." At this time, Newt came to Kyle's side, "Do you have a broom with you? If not, there should be a spare one here."

"Yes." Kyle took out his Nimbus 2000 and asked doubtfully, "But where are we going? Should we go with them to stop the fight between the dragons?"

Edward Lima, who was passing by, paused when he heard this and turned to look at Kyle.

Young man, your idea is very dangerous.

Go and stop the fight between the fire dragon and the dragon?

This kid must be a Gryffindor! "Of course not." Newt smiled and shook his head, explaining: "We can't stop the dragons from fighting, and we can't do this.

The dragon is a proud creature, and if a wizard intervenes, the battle will never end.

This is a necessary process for protected areas.”

Kyle followed Newt into the depths of the reserve and stopped on a hill.

"So what are we going to do?"

"It's simple. Treat the fire dragons that have lost the battle and surrendered. Don't let them die."

Newt pulled out three large bottles and handed them to Kyle.

"This is the magic potion needed to treat the fire dragon. The instructions for use are all listed on it. Take a look at it quickly to avoid making a mistake later."

Kyle quickly took the bottles.

The largest bottle had a label on it, "Burn, Apply."

There is also white mulberry essence, which Kyle recognizes. I think it should be used to treat scratches and bites.

The label on the last bottle said sleeping potion...not the water of life and death, but a potion for animals with stronger effects.

Kyle looked down at the potions while Newt stared at the chaos in the sky.

After a long time...

The sky was getting darker and darker, and by nightfall there was still no sign of the fighting abating.

During this time, Kyle collected two bottles of dragon blood, a small bag of dragon scales, seven broken teeth, and half a claw.

These had fallen from the sky, and there were more elsewhere, but they were too far away for Kyle to reach.

And he's not the only one doing this, either.

On another hill far away from them, a small black dot was moving quickly, collecting all the dragon scales, teeth and other things on the ground.

It was a house-elf, but who had brought it was unknown.

The distance is too far and it’s a bit hard to see clearly.

Moreover, those house-elves almost all look the same, and even if Kyle saw them clearly, he might not be able to recognize them.

The melee lasted from the afternoon until late at night.

There are no searchlights in the Fire Dragon Protection Area, but the dragon flames in the sky illuminate the surroundings.

About half an hour later, a light blue Swedish short-nosed dragon suddenly fell from the sky and crashed into a nearby forest.

"Does this count as a loss?"

Kyle was about to go over to take a look, but he was stopped by a hand after taking only two steps.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon struggled and flew up again.

"We have to wait until the fire dragons surrender or fall into a coma on the verge of death before we can treat them."

Newt said: "Keep calm, this is bound to be a very boring process."

“But what if we encounter those stubborn ones who refuse to admit defeat?” Kyle looked at the Swedish short-nosed dragon in the sky that couldn’t even fly steadily.

Its wings were almost broken in fighting with an Australian white-eye for a valley with a lake.

Of course, the Australian white eye was not much better. Half of the dragon blood collected by Kyle was contributed by them.

"If you don't admit defeat, then we can only wait for another situation." Newt said: "For a dragon, losing consciousness in battle is equivalent to failure, but that situation may be more troublesome for us."

Ten minutes later...

The Swedish short-nosed dragon fell from the sky again. Its left wing was completely broken and hung limply beside it, and its tail was also missing a piece.

The Australian White Eye followed suit, clamped its head down with its claws, and tried to bite its neck off.

The short-nosed dragon immediately let out a short and sharp hissing sound...

"It gave up..."

Before Kyle had finished speaking, Newt had already left the hill, moving so swiftly that he didn't look like a man in his nineties.

The Australian Egg White Eyes also opened its mouth, and with a victorious attitude, it spewed a ball of dragon flame into the sky, then spread its wings and flew away.

When Kyle rushed over, Newt was checking on the short-nosed dragon.

In fact, this work is not as simple as imagined.

He was already annoyed because he lost the fight... The angry dragon didn't care whether they were there to help with treatment or for any other purpose, and sneezed at Newt.

A ball of fire brushed against his hair and fell onto the tree behind him.

Newt was no longer surprised by this situation and took out his wand skillfully.

"Fainted!"

The short-nosed dragon shook its head. Although it did not completely faint, it was much calmer.

"It's up to you from now on." Newt applied distilled essence on its neck and said without turning his head.

Kyle sighed.

So he is just a translator, right?

But anyway, this kind of thing has happened more than once or twice, and he has become accustomed to it.

It's nothing more than that before you were chatting with invisible beasts, birds and snakes, and now it's the fire dragon. There is essentially no difference.

Kyle walked up to the Swedish short-nosed dragon's head and said a few words to it.

After realizing that he could understand the words of the human wizard, the short-nosed dragon raised his head in surprise.

But soon, it felt the injured part was much more comfortable, and then it closed its eyes slightly.

Its throat moved and a very soft gurgling sound came out.

Hearing this sound, Newt smiled and said, "Sure enough, it's much more convenient to bring you here, otherwise I would have to use potions to calm it down.

Was it just expressing gratitude?"

"no……"

Kyle's mouth twitched. "In fact, it was scolding us for meddling in other people's business, and it was very unpleasant."

Newt's hand holding the bottle paused.

"I'd say forget it."

Kyle said unhappily, "White Fresh Essence is so expensive, it's a bit of a waste to use it on yourself."

(End of this chapter)