Chapter 287: Big Cat Zuowu, Wayne’S Great Taunting Technique (Please Vote For Me!)

Chapter 287: Big Cat Zuowu, Wayne’S Great Taunting Technique (Please Vote For Me!)

Looking at the 'big cat' Wayne, whose big head was arching back and forth in Newt's arms, his eyes were a little straight.

"Where did your Zouwu come from? Why have I never seen it before?"

Newt smiled fondly and took out a cat teasing stick. Now it was Zouwu's turn to stare. Following Newt's instructions, he obediently put on the reins and stood in front of the carriage.

“I just picked this up last month, and it’s the descendant of an old friend of mine.

"Is that the one you met in Paris?" Wayne heard Newt talk about the 'glory days'. When he fought against Grindelwald in Paris, he relied on a dog to escape with Tina. Out of the French Ministry of Magic.

Well, he also entered the country illegally.

"Yes, this little guy is so naughty. When I went to visit an old friend not long ago, he asked me to teach him for a few years. When he becomes sensible, he will be sent back when he stops causing trouble."

Wayne touched Zuowu's glowing hair with envy.

Relying on the talent of being friendly with magical animals, this little Zouwu did not resist, but shook his head happily.

"If something good like this happens in the future, you must contact me. I can also help teach you."

Newt didn't dare to accept this. If he was placed next to Wayne, he might develop a different character.

He is very familiar with the way Wayne raises magical animals.

Just one word - stocking.

Except for helping some little ones control their weight, they don't care about the rest and can do whatever they want.

The iron-eating beast now takes a walk every day after eating, and then bask in the sun without turning over for a long time.

Xiu Xiu, who was giving him a headache, had a stomach full of gold coins and could hardly walk.

It's good to meet animals with well-behaved personalities. People are sensible, just like those unicorns.

But when it comes to naughty ones, with Wayne's level of indulgence, Zuowu can tear down the school, and he can still laugh and applaud from behind.

"Let's get on our way first. It's more than a thousand miles away from the Fire Dragon Sanctuary." Newt avoided the topic and got into the carriage first.

Wayne pouted and followed closely.

Like the carriage that went to Beauxbatons last time, this carriage was also cast with a traceless extension spell and had four rooms and two living rooms.

However, Wayne and Newt did not go to the bedroom to rest. Instead, they drank tea and chatted in the living room.

Zuowu was very fast. Even a distance of two thousand kilometers would only take one morning at most.

Newt also revealed the main reason why he asked Wayne to go with him this time.

"You know, I'm not very good at dealing with people..." Newt said sheepishly, "So I hope you will help me deal with the staff when the time comes, and I will only be responsible for the fire dragon part."

Wayne twitched the corner of his mouth, wasn't this just asking him to act as a mouthpiece?

Although it sounds absurd, it is indeed a very fatal question for Newt.

A socially fearful old man meets a group of strangers. Not to mention working, if he doesn't run away, he's doing well.

Finally, the young man agreed.

Near noon, Zuowu entered the Carpathian Mountains, and the reserve is located in this continuous mountain range.

Newt took out a compass and directed Zuowu to constantly adjust the direction. Half an hour later, they came to a valley and Zuoyin lowered his altitude.

Wayne looked down and saw that a wizard had already noticed their arrival and was standing in the wide open space waiting.

When the two stepped out of the carriage, a middle-aged man and a red-haired young man came up to them. Both of them were very strong and had dark skin.

The middle-aged man has scars on his face, and the red-haired young man has a fiery red scar on his arm.

"Are you Mr. Scamander?" The middle-aged man forced a smile: "I am Paul Sutter, the director of the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, and the person next to me is Charlie Weasley.

Newt just lowered his head, but looked at Wayne crazily.

Wayne had no choice but to step forward and say: "Hello, I am Wayne Lawrence, Mr. Scamander has this character, please don't mind.

"You should have received the notice from the British Ministry of Magic. Mr. Scamander and I will be responsible for this mission."

Paul Sartre nodded hesitantly: "I did receive it, but I didn't expect that at your age..."

"You don't need to worry about these. The Ministry of Magic can't let me die." Wayne had no desire to explain too much.

"Sart, don't worry." The red-haired young man said with a smile: "Mr. Lawrence is a genius, oh, not a little wizard like me, who is countless times more talented than me.

"He has obtained two second-level Merlins. With such a valuable talent, the Ministry of Magic will not mess with him."

Sartre looked at Wayne in surprise, and his worries dissipated a lot.

The red-haired young man stretched out his hand and said cheerfully: "Hello, I am George and Fred's brother, Charlie Weasley. My family often talks about you, and now I finally meet you in person."

Wayne also stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands vigorously: "Just call me Wayne. I saw your photo at the Burrow. You are much stronger than in the photo."

Charlie smiled bitterly, “If you stay here for three years, it will only become like this.

"By the way, last weekend was probably the Quidditch match day. Did you go to watch it?"

"It happened to be Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor. Unfortunately, you lost."

Charlie smacked his lips helplessly.

With Charlie's relationship, everyone knows each other and has a basis for communication.

Sartre and Charlie took the two of them out of the valley and came to a residential area with more than a dozen single-family houses, inhabited by foster parents from the reserve.

Knowing that Newt didn't like to be polite, Sartre didn't waste too much nonsense and directly introduced the current situation to the two of them.

"It's too bad. There are only three fire dragons in the reserve that are fully tamed now. They won't pose a life threat to the contestants and they will stay at the critical moment. But there is still a long way to go before seven."

"If you want to prepare another backup dragon to prevent unexpected situations, then you don't need five."

"What kind of breeds are domesticated?" When it comes to professionalism, Newt's symptoms of social anxiety have also been reduced a lot.

Charlie replied: "Welsh Green Dragon, Swedish Brachysaurus, Eastern Fireball."

Newt frowned slightly: "The Eastern Fireball...isn't it too dangerous? It's just a group of students."

Although fire dragons are all classified as dangerous at the 5X level, fire dragons of different races have different threat levels.

Like the Welsh Green Dragon, the Swedish Brachysaurus is a small dragon species, between 18 and 22 feet in length, and its aggressiveness is also on the weaker side.

Belongs to the 'moderate' among the fire dragons.

But the Eastern Fireball is different. Its size is not particularly large, about 25 feet, but the Eastern Fireball is also known as the Lion Dragon. The temperature of the flame is much higher than that of other fire dragons, and its flying speed and intelligence are also extremely high. high.

"There is no problem." Sartre assured decisively: "The domesticated Eastern Fireball is extremely intelligent. We have already communicated with it. It happens that it also wants to go out and relax. Please don't worry."

"That's good." Newt nodded, "Then do you have any domestication goals?"

Hearing this, both Sartre and Charlie's expressions became a little embarrassed.

"Originally, two Swedish Short Noses and two Welsh Green Dragons were selected, but now... they are gone."

"Gone?" Newt looked confused: "What do you mean, dead?"

"No." Charlie hurriedly explained, "It's just that something went wrong, and now the dragon keepers in the reserve are very busy."

Newt thought of something and asked: "Is it related to the rumored 'Dragon King'?"

Wayne noticed keenly that the expressions on the two people's faces became even weirder.

Sartre waved his hands stiffly, as if it was very difficult to speak, but in the end he finally told the truth: "Actually, it's a group of fire dragons courting each other. The so-called 'Dragon King' is a powerful female dragon. I don't know why, but she is interested in other people." Fire dragons are extremely attractive.”

"In the past few days, several conflicts have broken out in the fire dragon reserve. Even the fire dragons who were originally obedient have joined the procession of seeking mates, completely ignoring our instructions."

"So that's it." Newt understood completely and frowned.

If you want to tame the fire dragon, you must first solve the problem of the fire dragon being in heat.

It's really a bit troublesome.

Wayne was not listening to the conversation. He was here to serve as Newt's bodyguard and had no interest in the If You Are the One held by these fire dragons.

Now Wayne is thinking about how to bring little Zuowu to his side.

Such a cute big cat is suitable for living in his box.

It just so happened that Newt didn't bring a box this time, which gave him a lot of room for maneuver.

At this time, there were rapid footsteps (acbb) outside the door, the door was pushed open violently, and a heavily armed wizard rushed in: "Sart, it's bad, Stewart and Braga are besieging Luther. Come and help quickly!"

Sartre and Charlie's expressions suddenly changed, they stood up quickly, apologized, and rushed out following the people who had just entered.

"Let's go take a look, we should be able to help." Newt and Wayne chased after him.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Scamander." Charlie said as he and Sartre rode on the broomstick and soared into the sky.

Wayne took out two brooms and handed one to Newt.

The Firebolt is still in Cedric's hands, but he also has the 2002 Nimbus he just bought and the 2001 from last year.

Newt's flying skills are not bad. As a magizoologist who lives in the wild all year round, flying broomsticks are their common means of transportation and survival. He quickly caught up with the two people in front.

Charlie introduced the situation of the three fire dragons.

"Stewart is a Peruvian Vipertooth, Braga is a native Romanian Longhorned dragon, and Luther is a Hungarian treetop and one of the most powerful dragons in the preserve."

"Is it also for courtship?" Newt asked.

Charlie nodded.

Several people were speeding along. The protected area was very large, and the nearby mountains were the habitat of fire dragons.

It is said to be a protected area, but in fact the main purpose is not to protect the fire dragons, but to expel the Muggles who come here, and at the same time to prevent the fire dragons from running around and causing trouble.

Generally speaking, dragon keepers will not get involved in internal fights between fire dragons. This is a thankless task and may even be targeted by both parties.

But now the situation is completely different. If left alone, casualties are likely to occur.

That's why Charlie and the others are extremely busy now, and they have to invite Newt to help.

Ten minutes later, Wayne and others arrived at the scene. In the valley not far away, there were three huge figures flying in the air, making deafening roars.

Along with the roar, there were thousands of feet of flames spurting out.

One of the fire dragons, which was more than fifty feet long, was the most conspicuous. Its wings and tail were covered with sharp barbs, its skin was extremely rough, and the flames it sprayed were much farther than the other two fire dragons.

Although it was the besieged party, it actually gained the upper hand.

This is the most dangerous Hungarian tree peak among all fire dragons. It is huge in size, can withstand attacks, has the most ferocious temper, and has a strong sense of territoriality.

Near the fierce battle between the fire dragons, there were more than a dozen wizards riding broomsticks.

Did they fight the devil?

He would cast a spell to stop the flames from spreading to the forest, and would also shoot a few rays of magic to hit the fire dragon, trying to divert attention, but they didn't dare to get too close.

But for the fire dragon, whose body is covered with dragon scales and has full magic resistance, this kind of harassment is not even tickling.

The textbook said it was easy, a fire dragon only needed a dozen well-trained wizards to subdue it.

But the prerequisite is that more than a dozen people must cooperate tacitly, and the dragon cannot be in a crazy state.

Now the three fire dragons have fired real fire, and large amounts of dragon blood are spilled, which further stimulates their wildness.

More than ten people rushed forward and only delivered two plates of snacks.

"Our purpose is to protect the loser and not let the winning party make a fatal blow, and then proceed with treatment." Sartre explained their work, and then "joined" with Charlie

harassed the team.

"Wayne, you have to be careful about the poison of the Peruvian Vipertooth Dragon." Newt reminded solemnly, "This is their most terrifying weapon. You can't even dare to let it bite you even if you look at the Hungarian tree peaks."

"I know." Wayne nodded, "There are really all kinds of dragons here.

"After all, it is the largest fire dragon habitat in Europe." Newt landed on the ground and took out various bottles and jars to prepare herbs.

"Don't be idle. I'll make the fire dragon's healing medicine, and you'll be in charge of the wizard."

Newt was not in a hurry to join the team of dragon keepers to harass the fire dragons. In this situation, there was no difference if there was one more person or one less person. What he needed to prepare was the aftermath.

"No, I have them all with me." Wayne smiled and took out a few bottles of potions, all of which Gardevoir had prepared for me in advance. "

Newt looked at the potion in the young man's hand with envy.

He suddenly felt that it would be nice to have a caring house elf.

However, ordinary house elves are not as versatile as Gardevoir, and Chenjin potions are good at everything.

The battle lasted from afternoon to dusk, and Newt's medicine had not been used yet, but Wayne's burn medicine had already treated two wounded people.

They were all unlucky ones whose flying skills were not up to par and were swept away by the flames sprayed by the fire dragon.

Wayne suddenly understood why these dragon keepers were all burly and dark-skinned. Charlie had only been here for two and a half years, but he had gone from being a handsome student council president to being dark and hard.

It's so exposed to wind and sun every day, it's strange that it can be maintained well.

He wanted to take action, but Newt stopped him.

At present, it seems that the situation is still under control, and rash intervention will only make people think that they look down on people.

But the turning point will come soon.

At dusk, the sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun makes people blind. The dragon keepers put on sunglasses one after another, and their vision is greatly obstructed.

Having been concentrating for several hours, one can be careless.

Charlie squinted his eyes and shot a magic spell absently.

But as luck would have it, Hungarian Tree Peak turned around and flew backwards to avoid the flames of the Venom-toothed Dragon, and the curse hit him right in the eye.

Dragons' entire bodies are covered with dragon scales, and their eyes are the most vulnerable part of their bodies.

After being hit in the eye, the Hungarian tree peak let out a shrill roar, decisively gave up on the two dragon opponents, flew towards Charlie, and sprayed out blazing flames.

"Charlie, run!" Sartre yelled.

Charlie woke up quickly and turned the broom without hesitation to fly away. However, because the distance just now was too close, and Tree Peak was in a frantic state, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

It keeps shrinking and is about to catch up.

Newt's expression also changed, "Let's go help!"

After saying that, he hurriedly started to take off, but was stopped by Wayne.

"I'll just come."

After saying that, under Newt's doubtful gaze, he took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers, hooked them, and yelled:

"You...come here!"

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