Chapter 122 The Youngest Dragon Trainer
Hearing Newt's words, Rove's heart was like a roller coaster, ups and downs, ups and downs, and almost suffered a cardiac arrest.
He had just come back from England on the Orient Express, and had a bad trip because of Scrimgeour... If he had to repeat it again, he would rather die.
Fortunately, the funeral was in August, so there was no need for Rove to return to England, where he had just been away for six days.
As for treating the horse-shaped water monster... it's not a big problem.
The horse-shaped water monster was seriously injured, but with the help of Newt, he quickly gave a special antidote, and Rove just had to follow the configuration.
After completing the task, Rove reported the situation of the horse-shaped water monster to the reserve, and they needed to decide on the follow-up treatment.
After all, the horse-shaped water monster is an Irish species, which is not suitable for staying in Romania and must be sent back to the UK.
night,
Rove didn't eat at home, but walked along the path towards the noisy village.
Sothrows Village,
As the only gathering place for wizards in the Fire Dragon Reserve in Romania, even at night, there are still many wizards.
The village is full of various shops, hotels, bars and casinos. Those dragon trainers and dwarfs have earned a lot of hard-earned money and come to these places to squander it.
Rove walked through a long and narrow alley, and came to a green barrel-shaped house. From a distance, he could see an oil lamp hanging on the door, and a huge signboard underneath.
A green fire dragon was painted on it, and large white characters were painted on the door:
Green Dragon Bar!
Rove pushed open the door and looked into the room. It was crowded with people, filled with smoke, reeked of alcohol, and there were all kinds of guests:
Dragon tamers in dragon hides, wizards chasing poachers, a group of tourists, and, among other things, a few dwarves and vampires chatting.
The lighting in the bar mainly comes from the dazzling flames in the fireplace, and there are huge gold-framed mirrors hanging on the four walls, making the originally dazzling firelight even more dazzling.
The innermost side of the bar is a dark bar with brass trim, surrounded by a group of wizards, and several house elf bartenders are busy mixing drinks for them.
On the bar, there's a squeaky radio playing Celestina's total loss:
"A Pot of Hot Love".
Standing behind the bar was a middle-aged witch who still had a charm. Her body was petite and exquisite, but her chest was menacing and terrifying.
The drunk middle-aged wizard seemed to want to take advantage of her, but was pushed away, and the witch scolded bluntly:
"I fuck your father!"
"My father is no longer here." The drunk man stood up lewdly, and walked towards the female boss again.
"Oh, then your father left too fast." The witch smiled coquettishly.
"But his son is still there." The drunk wizard pointed to himself.
"Oh, my wife likes older and younger."
The female boss looked at the wizard, patted the heavy chest lightly with one hand, and smiled coquettishly, "I'm not interested in you at your age."
"Don't jump to conclusions about things you haven't tried."
The drunk rushed over, but a half-blood giant bodyguard came over, grabbed the drunk by his clothes, dragged him out of the window.
Many wizards who wanted to move around with the help of alcohol suddenly wilted and sobered up from the drunkenness.
"Hey, isn't this Rove?" The female boss saw the handsome boy in the crowd, her eyes straightened, she walked around the bar and trot towards the boy.
In this way, it seemed that the flickering headlights shook even more violently.
"Aunt Catherine, long time no see." Rove hurried back.
But Catherine blocked the boy's way, her arms tightly wrapped around the boy's head, almost strangling him to death.
"I can't breathe...I can't breathe...I'm going to be suffocated..."
The woman was very strong, and it was very difficult for Rove to pull his head out of his arms. He took a big breath of fresh air.
"Oh, I'm shy. Why are you here so late and you're the only one? Your grandpa didn't come?" Catherine looked left and right to find Newt.
"No, I have an appointment with someone else, so I'm sorry." Rove hurriedly broke free from Catherine's clutches, and said loudly, "Charlie, where are you?"
"I'm here, Rove." Charlie stood by a booth and waved.
Rove got rid of Catherine's behavior of continuing to sell facial cleanser, and slipped towards the booth.
"It's so boring!" Catherine wiped the drool on her chest, and she shouted angrily:
"Hey! Noel! Where are you hiding, you lazy slacker? Noel! Go ask the guests what they want to eat!!"
Rove walked towards Charlie, where there was a small round table covered with a white cloth and several low, comfortable chairs.
On the table was a big rattle and a large tray of cutlery.
Next to Charlie, sat a middle-aged wizard.
After the house elf named Noel appeared, he bent down and asked respectfully, "Guest, what do you want to eat?"
Charlie picked up the menu and said with ease: "Two servings of cluck, a glass of butter beer... and three more steaks..."
Rove turned to look at the man, and said with a smile, "Lupine, how are you recently?"
I haven't seen him for half a year, Lupine is still dressed in rags, and his light brown hair is mixed with white hair, but his complexion is much better than at Christmas.
"Thanks to you, I've been doing well recently." Lupine said with a smile on his face.
"Rove, thank you for your letter of introduction. The administrator, Mr. Giggs, is willing to give me a chance."
"It's because of your own strength, otherwise Ziggs wouldn't want you." Rove waved his hand and said, "Are you still used to work? I know it's dangerous."
"It's okay, as long as you're careful," Lupine said.
He was a werewolf, and his body was far stronger than ordinary wizards. He had also participated in wizard wars, and he was completely capable of facing those poachers.
The only problem is, every month he has a 'furry little problem' and has to take time off work.
Now many colleagues think that he will come to his aunt every month.
The table was set within a minute after the house-elf had left. There was hot soup, cold cuts, and blackberry pie on the table, as well as several loaves of fresh bread, three plates of steak, and a plate of cheese...
A cup filled with wine fell from the sky, and several people toasted and drank it. Rove could only drink butter beer, which was not high in alcohol, and even a minor could drink a few cups.
"This is your reward, Rove." Charlie handed over a pack of Galleons:
"Didn't you consider taking a dragon trainer's certificate yourself? This way you don't have to name me every time."
"But my age doesn't match, right?" Rove hesitated, "I'm not yet of age."
"As long as you are strong enough, I know you are strong." Charlie said seriously. "Of course, you still have to go through some training, as long as the dragon trainer is not very good."
"I can help you, Rove," Lupine said.
He was very grateful to Rove for his help and always wanted to find an opportunity to repay him.
"Okay, then I'll give it a try." Rove nodded. He also wanted to take advantage of this summer vacation to become a real dragon trainer.
If successful, he would be Romania's youngest dragon trainer.
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