Chapter 316： Fire Dragon Reserve

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The Hogwarts Express left the station the next day and disappeared from Felix's sight.

Dumbledore stood with him, looking far away, his eyes full of crystal clear water: "It's really touching... His empty head is full of knowledge, and enjoy a good holiday."

"Yes, there is still a school bag of homework." Felix said: "Albus, why did you let me go to Romania?"

"Because you are not any of the four deans, we always have to avoid suspicion. This year's competition is larger than before. There are five schools." Dumbledore said gently, "This is my job, but I'm too busy again—"

"Five institutes? Except for the extra Ifamuni, which one is there?"

"Vagado from the Moon Mountain in Africa-Fudge's handwriting," Dumbledore said: "His life has been very difficult for these two months. The loss of Dementor's control has caused his reputation to plummet, and parents have sent letters condemning him. The incompetence of his incompetence was reported in the newspapers one after another."

"You didn't mean that Fudge's wrists are very--"

"Smart?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "Have you seen news about Sirius and Peter Pettigrew in the newspaper? Including Peter's last words?"

"He did it on purpose?" Felix asked in surprise. He only saw the Ministry of Magic's newsletter in a tofu article in the newspaper a long time ago, and it basically didn't make waves.

"I think it's going along... the Dementor's loss of control is something that all students have seen, but few people understand the past. In Fudge's view, perhaps Sirius's case is more sensitive," Dumbledore said. The hero was imprisoned for twelve years without trial, and the traitor enjoyed the first-class Merlin Medal and lived steadily...Although it was not what happened during his tenure, the people would not care about that much. What's more, Voldemort was involved."

Felix nodded and understood Fudge’s thoughts: Since the dementors are out of control and can’t cover them, then don’t care. Anyway, there is Umbridge as a shield, but when it comes to unjust, false and wrong cases, Voldemort must be involved. Keep it from the public.

"I guess he has pinned all his hopes on those two events, the Quidditch World Cup and the Championship."

Dumbledore agreed and said: "It is Fudge's skill to cover up pale with prosperity. So he wants to bring more schools to the end and expand his influence. In fact, he has sent invitations to ten magic schools in total, but responded to his Not many."

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Felix is ​​in the mountains, here is the Carpathian Mountains, known as the "Romanian backbone", and the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve is hidden in it.

Although there are many dragon farms around the world, the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve is the most unique-the fire dragons here are in a semi-stocked state. More than one hundred professionals from all over the world work here, including dragon trainers, Dragon master and fire dragon research expert.

Here, almost all kinds of fire dragons known in the world can be found.

Felix watched seven or eight wizards surrounding a Romanian longhorned dragon, with a big hole in half of its wings, bloody, and the dragon trainers tried to calm it down.

He walked down the hillside and observed the dragon up close. It had dark green scales and long golden horns. His eyes were alert and irritable, and he stomped anxiously.

"Relax-we have no malice, you need treatment." A wizard shouted, his companions surrounded vigilantly, and the wand was always aimed at this fire dragon in heat, especially when it failed. It is not in the mood now. Would be great.

The longhorned dragon flapped half of its wings, and a few sparks spurted from its nostrils.

"Be careful, it's about to breathe fire—Charlie, use the Stunning Curse!" shouted another wizard.

The dragon trainer named Charlie yelled: "Find the right time and wait for it to show its abdomen. Let's be together-now!"

"Faint!" they shouted in unison. The coma spell fell on the thick skin of the longhorned dragon's abdomen like a rocket. Its hind legs were wobbly, and green smoke came out of its nostrils. It looked down blankly. Walked around, and then fell down very slowly.

"Good job!"

A middle-aged wizard patted Charlie on the shoulder and said with satisfaction: "I can rest assured that you will lead the team alone." His companions also gathered around. Because they live in the wild all the year round, the skin of these people is very rough, tanned black and brown, and they have a weather-beaten feeling.

‘It turned out to be him. Felix thought, Charlie Weasley, two years younger than him, has a very high talent for Quidditch. He was the captain of the Gryffindor team and won the Quidditch Cup.

But Felix wasn't interested in Quidditch when he was in school, and he didn't recognize it for a while. He didn't even remember the name of the Slytherin captain at the time.

Moreover, Charlie Weasley has a very different impression from him. Although he still has a wide face like a good husband, and has the unique freckles of the Weasley family, his skin was not so dark when he was in school, and there was no on his arm. A big shiny scar burned by the fire.

Felix stood quietly on the side, but shocked the others. Their previous attention had been on the fire dragon, and they hadn't noticed that a person suddenly appeared beside him.

"Who are you? Don't you know it's dangerous here? Are you still so close?" The middle-aged wizard frowned and looked at the young man in front of him. Felix's face was very confusing, making him think it was something. A reckless guy with excess curiosity came to explore.

There is no shortage of people of this kind every year. They often just graduate from school and travel to various places, and the Fire Dragon Reserve is a very tempting choice.

"Felix Haip, the ancient magician professor at Hogwarts." Felix said lightly: "On behalf of the principal Albus Dumbledore, review the options for the competition."

The middle-aged wizard looked at him suspiciously. Are the current professors so young?

"Captain!" Charlie Weasley stood up: "I know him, let me receive him."

"Is he really a professor?" After getting a positive reply, the captain waved his hand: "Well, since you are friends, I will leave it to you. Others! Say the Levitation Charm with me and take the dragon away."

Charlie looked at Felix seriously: "The captain is not malicious, he is a good man."

Felix laughed blankly: "Charlie Weasley, I'm curious what I am in your heart."

Charlie did not speak, what image? Of course it is the shadow of a generation. As a pure Gryffindor, he was very happy when he watched Felix clean up the Slytherin students when he was in school.

This also led to Felix’s reputation in the other three academies at that time, but his aggressiveness was also recognized, and everyone held a respectful attitude.

"Our life is over there. I will take you there." Charlie pointed to the foot of the mountain and said, "By the edge of a stream, live in a tent."

Along the way, Charlie introduced him to the environment here: "The Carpathian Mountains are huge, occupying 40% of the country's land. In addition to forests, there are rocky beaches, swamps and caves..."

"Will the fire dragon set off wildfires?" Felix asked with interest.

"This kind of situation is relatively rare. They don't rely on fire breathing to prey. For example, the Romanian longhorned dragon likes to kill the prey with the same horns, bring it back to the nest on the mountain, and then roast the prey through fire." Charlie said: " Only when encountering flexible and difficult opponents, or similar fights, use fire-breathing attacks or deterrents, and the winners will often take the initiative to extinguish the flames."

He said with emotion: "This is their home." The two raised their heads and watched a silver-blue fire dragon passing by in the air.

Charlie took Felix to a tent area, and he could see that he was very popular. When he came over, many people greeted him, and he responded one by one.

"We need to register here. How long do you plan to stay?" He took out a notebook.

Felix thought for a while: "Two or three days, I'm very interested in here."

Charlie frowned: "I thought it was a long time... I need to apply to the captain, please wait a moment." He left in a hurry, and it took him a long time to return, with a puzzled face on his face: "They are out again, I will take it first. You go shopping around."

The sky is getting dark, and on the other side--

Harry, Ron, and Hermione got off the train and walked out of King’s Cross station together. Harry was not in a good mood. Even if he had a godfather, he had to go back to Dursley’s house. This was what Dumbledore requested. , He could not refuse.

And Sirius hadn't appeared for a while, and if Harry hadn't received a letter on the train, he would have doubted whether Sirius had forgotten that he had a godson.

Mrs. Weasley hugged him warmly and invited him to watch the Quidditch World Cup together, which made Harry's mood better, but when they parted, he walked towards Uncle Fernon by himself. The mood became gloomy again.

For two full months...

Uncle Vernon greeted him in the usual way. "What's that?" he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still holding in his hand. "If that is the form for me to sign again, then you must..."

"It's not a form," Harry said grimly. "It's a letter from my godfather."

"Godfather?" Uncle Vernon spits and stars splash You don't have a godfather!"

"No, I did," Harry said, and his mood miraculously started to improve. "He is my mom and dad's best friend, a convicted murderer, but he escaped from the magic prison. This He sent it to me, I can show you the name on the letter..."

Uncle Fernon's face twitched, and his small eyes were full of fear.

Harry is still arranging Sirius happily. He wants to fight for some benefits for his long summer vacation: "... Sirius Black, it was broadcast on TV. He is still at large and has not been caught, but he is willing to fight I keep in touch to confirm if I am going fast and fast—"

Harry's eyes widened and he looked over Uncle Fernon, who had become a fat wall. At the corner of the station, not far from them, a man dressed in hippies was leaning against the corner of the wall. The man was wearing a top hat, covering it. Most of his face, the corners of his mouth seem to be smiling but not smiling.

The man pushed his hat away, revealing Sirius's brilliant smile: "Harry, you really make me sad to say that..."

"Sirius!" Harry shouted in surprise.