Under normal circumstances, when a fire dragon faces other magical creatures, it basically ends the battle by spitting out dragon flames, which is also their main method of attack.
But this ability is not so useful when facing other fire dragons.
They have a high resistance to dragon flame, an innate ability.
Unless the gap is too big, a breath of dragon flame can only leave a small mark on the opponent.
The two fire dragons have high health and defense and have lost their main attack ability. In the end, the fight basically depends on endurance and fighting instinct.
Like the Swedish short-nosed dragon mentioned earlier, it was not very good in this aspect and was one of the first losers to be eliminated.
Of course, don’t be fooled by the fire dragons in the sky. You scratch me and I bite you, and it looks like you won’t lose blood. But if anyone wants to join in the fun, they will probably be torn into pieces in an instant.
Not to mention wizards, even a thick-skinned giant would find it difficult to last more than two seconds.
By the time it was getting light in the sky, Newt was already unable to hold on any longer, and his body was shaking as he stood there.
Even though he used to carry a suitcase around the world when he was young and sometimes stayed up for days and nights, that was fifty or sixty years ago.
For an old man who is nearly 100 years old, staying up late is too difficult for him. Newt drank two bottles of sobering potion in a row and barely managed to hold on until now.
Just as Newt was about to drink the third bottle, Kyle was quick to snatch the potion bottle from him.
The sobering potion is useful, but it can't be drunk like water.
Moreover, this thing only forces people to become alert. The more you drink, the more uncomfortable you will feel after the effect wears off.
"I don't know when this will end. How about you take a rest?" Kyle put the potion bottle into his pocket. "Leave the rest to me."
"Okay..." Newt looked up at the situation in the sky, hesitated for a moment, and then accepted Kyle's suggestion.
He really couldn't hold on any longer.
"Although our place is relatively safe, you still have to be careful. If you encounter danger, get away from here as soon as possible... I remember you have a ring that can Apparate."
Newt gave Kyle one more instruction before opening his box.
There is a small bed inside, which is just right for temporary rest.
After Newt walked in, Kyle picked up the box and continued to observe the battle in mid-air.
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This is bound to be a very boring process.
At noon the next day, Newt woke up, and then it was Kyle's turn to rest...
From night to day and back to night...
It was not until the early morning of the third day that the melee gradually subsided.
It's not the end, but the fire dragons can't fly anymore. They are swaying in the sky, looking like they have drunk fake wine. The originally large balls of dragon flames have turned into small flames, and they can only temporarily cease fighting.
After the last of the Hungarian Horntails calmed down, Newt took Kyle back to the previous venue.
Not long after, the others came back one after another.
But most people looked extremely tired. After coming back, they went straight to bed without saying a word.
The Fire Dragon Reserve prepared tents for everyone here in advance as temporary residences, right next to the dining area.
Kyle curiously walked into the tent with the name "Newt Scamander" written on it.
Inside was a fairly spacious three-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and a kitchen. Although the furniture in the house looked a little old, it was cleaned very well and there was no musty smell.
Because he had taken turns to rest before, Kyle didn't feel sleepy at the moment. He walked to the table and sat down, ready to count the harvest of the past few days.
Newt had said before that they came here to help, and the Fire Dragon Sanctuary would not ask about the things they collected... This was an unspoken understanding between the two parties.
He opened the deformed lizard skin bag, took out the items inside one by one and placed them on the table.
Then he produced a large crimson bottle and placed it heavily on the table.
This is filled with dragon's blood, about a pint or so.
In Diagon Alley, a bottle of dragon's blood costs twelve Galleons, and the quantity is pitifully small.
Kyle's collection would fill about thirty bottles like that.
Three days... Strictly speaking, it should be two days, three hundred and sixty Galleons, and one day is one hundred and eighty Galleons.
Even if two people shared it, there would be ninety Galleons... plus all the other odds and ends, the day's gain would be more than Mr. Weasley's monthly salary.
"Oh...is this all dragon blood?"
At this time, Newt walked into the tent and saw the bottle on the table at a glance.
"That's right." Kyle nodded, then frowned and said, "But there are at least three kinds of dragon blood here, will it have any effect?"
“As long as there aren’t any Peruvian Vipertooths in it, it’s fine,” Newt said. “They have toxins in their blood, too.”
"That's good." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.
The blood of the Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon is green, and he had paid special attention to it before. Moreover, the green blood also has a particularly pungent smell, and it will be easily discovered if mixed in with other things.
"Oh, by the way." Newt pointed in the direction outside the tent and said with a smile: "I just saw that Lockneil seemed to be buying these things, and the price was very fair. If you need them, you can go to him."
Lockneel, the professor at Beauxbatons?
Kyle thought about it and didn't go.
He has no shortage of Galleons for the time being, and he can use these things himself. They are good materials for making alchemical items or potions.
The most important thing is that it is 100% authentic, and there is no need to worry about other messy things mixed in.
Kyle took out another bottle, divided half of the dragon's blood and handed it to Newt.
Newt didn't refuse and accepted it with a smile.
After being diluted, dragon blood can be used to make tonics for other magical animals. Just adding a little bit can immediately improve the quality of the tonic to a higher level.
If placed in a store, it is the difference between ordinary goods and fine goods.
For Newt, who has a box of magical creatures, dragon blood is a necessity.
But he didn't take anything else and left them all to Kyle.
Kyle spent more than half an hour picking out all the badly damaged ones, and in the evening, he packed them up and sold them to Professor Lockneir of Beauxbatons.
A big bag weighs thirty Galleons per pound. Although it’s not much, it’s better than nothing.
In fact, he originally thought that Professor Lockneil would not accept these things, but he did not expect that the other party would accept everything, as long as it was related to dragons.
"You are in Hogwarts, you may not know..."
Professor Locknir handed Kyle thirty Galleons and said with a smile, "Beauxbatons has alchemy courses. For beginners, there is no need to use too good materials. These are enough."
He also told Kyle that if he had any defective products in the future, he could sell them to him at the same price, by pound, and he would take as many as he could.
Kyle nodded and agreed.
He now had some doubts as to whether the materials used in the Hogwarts Potions class were also purchased by Snape from somewhere by the pound.
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(End of this chapter)