More importantly, the rewards were great.
These days, he earned enough money to buy two sets of anti-curse gloves just by selling those damaged and inferior goods, a full 125 Galleons.
But that's all...
At the end of the second week, the fire dragons engaged in the most intense and longest melee.
This time, even Kyle was busy, and he and Newt and Chris rushed around to treat three injured dragons, more than the previous two times combined.
By the end, there were only two fire dragons left in the sky.
A Hungarian Horntail, and a Ukrainian Ironbelly... not the one Kyle encountered before, this one is larger.
They only rested for one day before continuing to fight for the highest cliff.
Most people gathered around and waited for the final result.
Judging from the size, the Ukrainian Iron Belly is clearly more advantageous... Charlie said it weighs almost seven tons, and just by standing there it is several times larger than the Hungarian Horntail, and it looks like an adult dragon carrying a child.
But Charlie was not optimistic about it.
“Although both are Ukrainian iron bellies and are of similar size, it lacks a bit of wisdom compared to the old Pinault.
If it had the last chance to win when everyone else was about to stop flying, but it didn't seize it, now..."
Charlie shook his head. "A large body size means more consumption, and a day's rest time is not enough. The Hungarian Horntail obviously knows this, so it launched an attack in advance.
… It didn’t stand a chance.”
The facts are exactly as Charlie said.
After only three hours, the Ukrainian iron belly slowed down and swayed, like a target in the sky.
Like a skilled hunter, the Hungarian Horntail used its speed advantage to quickly gain the upper hand.
Everyone could see that the outcome of this battle was already determined, and all that remained was a matter of time.
"Hogwarts is about to start school, right?" Professor Lockneil, feeling a little bored, walked up to Kyle and asked quietly, "Is it September too?"
“September 1st,” Kyle said. “Less than two weeks away.”
"If school starts now, you should be in the fourth grade."
"Yes." Kyle nodded.
"Are you interested in transferring to Beauxbatons?" Professor Locknir suddenly said, "If it's you, I guarantee that you will be able to use the best materials in your alchemy class."
Kyle looked at Professor Lockneil, his head full of question marks.
No, what kind of habit is this at Beauxbatons? They persuade people to transfer schools as soon as they meet? Their principal Maxime is like this, and so are their professors. What? Is this part of their job training? "I'm sorry, I don't have this idea for the time being."
After a moment of silence, Kyle shook his head and said, "Besides, the OWLs exam will be held next year, so it's not appropriate to transfer schools at this time."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just asking, you don't have to worry about it..."
Professor Lockneir waved his hands repeatedly, then moved closer to Kyle and whispered, "Actually, Ms. Maxime asked me to ask... When I wrote to her a few days ago, I accidentally told her about the situation here, and she seemed to want you to transfer to Beauxbatons.
Do you know each other too?"
To be honest, he was actually quite confused when Maxim asked him to poach people in the letter.
Although I feel that this is a bit rude, there is no other way for the sake of funding.
What he bought was not only defective products, but also complete materials and dragon blood, which were the big ones.
Although the amount he received each time was not much, the three times combined cost him nearly a thousand Galleons, which would definitely have to be reimbursed by the school.
That's why he wrote to Ms. Maxime under the pretext of reporting the situation, and reminded her explicitly or implicitly to prepare the money as soon as possible.
But who knew that instead of receiving the money, there was an additional task of poaching people from Hogwarts...
But anyway, he finished it.
Kyle thought for a moment and said, "I saw her once in Paris during the holidays last year."
"Oh... no wonder."
Professor Lockneil suddenly realized and said, "I remember that she seldom left France. Normally, it should be impossible for her to know the young wizard from Hogwarts."
As the two were talking, the battle between the two fire dragons was coming to an end.
Not surprisingly, the Hungarian Horntail won.
It stood on the cliff, roaring, and spewing mushroom-shaped clouds of fire into the sky.
Dragon roars could be heard continuously from all around... that was a way of expressing submission.
"It's finally over." Charlie rubbed his forehead.
He hadn't had a good rest for more than a month. He had been tense all the time and it was fine, but now that he suddenly relaxed, he felt as if his head had been hit hard by someone and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Now I should be able to have a good rest for a few days.
Although he still has a lot of things to do, there is no rush, just take your time...
"roar!"
Another dragon roar.
Unlike the previous roar that expressed submission, this roar was filled with anger.
Charlie was startled and snapped back to his senses.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound...
It was an Australian egg white eye. It did not lie on the ground like other fire dragons, but flew in the air, angrily spewing dragon flames at the ground.
At the same time, a ball of dazzling red light exploded beside it, leaving a large spherical pattern in the air.
That is a unique signal for dragon breeders.
"Damn...those cunning hyenas!"
Charlie quickly got on his broom and flew in that direction.
"Someone is paying attention to the dragon eggs."
As if seeing Kyle's confusion, Professor Lockneil explained in a low voice: "That is a signal unique to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. The red color represents an unidentified intruder, and the round ball represents a dragon egg."
"Should we help?" Kyle asked.
"No need, someone has already gone." Chris walked over and shook his head.
"That's right." Locknir said with a smile, "The reserve had long guessed that this would happen, and since two weeks ago, there have been people guarding every nest of dragon eggs.
There is also a special protective magic on the dragon egg, so you can't Disapparate with it."
As they were talking, more and more dragon breeders rushed to the vicinity of the Australian Egg White Eye.
But a few minutes later, two more red lights exploded in the south, followed by two in the north...
Signals were sent from seven locations in total, all far away and in different directions.
"So many people, and at the same time...it seems like they had planned it long ago."
Chris was a little surprised, but his expression didn't change.
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(End of this chapter)