Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"It's so timely..."

Newt wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Aren't you with people from the Romanian Ministry of Magic? Why are you here?"

"The matter has been dealt with."

Chris stepped forward and together with Kyle used the cyclone spell to pull the Romanian ceratopsian out of the swamp.

“Seriously, it’s been so boring these days, I have to accompany them to various events and work meetings.

And this is not over yet. I will have to write at least five reports when I return to the Ministry of Magic... If I had known better, I wouldn't have come. "

"When you work at the Ministry of Magic, you have to go through this."

Newt said with a smile: "Tina and Theseus were like this back then. They had endless reports to write after every mission."

"yes……"

Chris sighed, and then he and Newt checked on the Romanian ceratopsian.

"The force was lost, and several bones were broken." Newt found a bottle of magic potion from the box and poured it into the dragon's mouth. "But fortunately it was not fatal and there were no serious injuries. A few weeks later It should be cured.”

After treating the fire dragon's injuries, he took out a conch-like object and tapped it a few times with his wand.

Soon, several dragon keepers flew over on broomsticks.

They first expressed their gratitude to Newt, Kyle and Chris, then put the fire dragon into a special black cage and flew away with it.

There is a deserted valley at the edge of the reserve. The remote location is perfect for housing these seriously injured fire dragons.

Chris stayed after that.

After he joined, Kyle had nothing to do and began to concentrate on picking up equipment.

He also learned a very useful spell from Chris, which is a kind of cleaning spell that can gather together things that don't weigh much around him.

In this way, it will be much more convenient to collect dragon blood.

When the melee ended, the three of them returned to the venue together.

Kyle was going back to the tent to take stock of the harvest, while Chris decided to visit the nearby wizard gathering place.

"I heard that the first thing the dragon keepers here do when they get their salary is buy a pair of Old John's curse-resistant gloves."

In front of the tent, Chris said: "I have already inquired about the location of the shop, it is in the middle of the gathering place.

If the Spell Resistant Gloves were that good, they would be a perfect gift for your mother. "

"What about mine..." Kyle suddenly raised his head, "Are they also gloves?"

"What's yours?" Chris blinked and asked in confusion.

"A gift."

"What kind of gift..." Chris was stunned for a moment, but he immediately responded, "Oh, if you want it too..."

He stretched out a hand, "A pair of gloves is fifty galleons, I can buy them for you."

"You want more money?" Kyle thought for a moment that he had heard wrong.

We are all a family, why should we treat them differently?

"Otherwise." Chris said matter-of-factly: "I have already given you your birthday gift, and don't think I don't know. You have picked up a lot of good things these days.

Light dragon blood is calculated in pints, plus those teeth, scales, claws and the like...

What you have gained in these two days is more than my two months' salary. "

"I picked them up bit by bit...I can only sleep four hours a day, it's very hard." Kyle muttered in a low voice: "And I keep those things for my own use and don't want to sell them. Yes."

"Don't talk so much."

Chris glanced at him and said, "Do you want help? If not, I'll leave.

But to be honest, the anti-curse gloves here are really good, several grades higher than those found elsewhere, and the price of sixty galleons is not very expensive. "

"Sixty Galleons?" Kyle raised his head, "Didn't you just say fifty Galleons?"

"The average one is fifty Galleons." Chris said calmly: "But it's a rare trip, so I have to buy something better. It's only ten Galleons more anyway."

Kyle glanced at him suspiciously, but Chris's expression didn't change at all. He just told him to make a decision quickly, and said that the place might be closed in a little while.

At his urging, Kyle thought about it and decided to buy a pair.

It’s a rare trip, so you really should take some souvenirs back with you.

"How about I go with you?"

"No need." Chris shook his head, "It's quite chaotic there, and there are often unidentified wizards there. It's not suitable for an underage wizard like you to go.

Just let me buy it for you, and you can stay here with Mr. Scamander. "

"Then...okay." Kyle took out a small bag from his pocket.

This is the thirty galleons that Professor Locknir gave him before.

He put another thirty galleons inside and handed them over together.

Chris pursed his lips.

Sixty Galleons was not a small amount. He didn't expect that Kyle actually took it out, and he was so... expressionless, as if it was sixty Sickles.

How much money did this kid earn in school...

But Chris didn't say anything and left the tent after accepting the money.

Kyle continued to count the items on the table.

It's still the old rule, one person gets half of the dragon's blood, and everything else belongs to him.

Kyle felt a little embarrassed at first, so when he was dividing the dragon's blood, he poured some more for Newt.

But Newt smiled, shook his head, and took the smaller bottle.

In the evening, Chris came back and threw a pair of black and gray gloves to Kyle.

The gloves are made of dragon skin, and they feel hard and rough on the outside. However, it does not affect the movement at all after putting them on, and it can automatically change the size according to the palm of the hand.

Just this point is much better than his original pair of dragon leather gloves.

The standard gloves were a little too big for him and would slide down if he wasn't careful, making them somewhat surprising and inconvenient to use.

As for the anti-curse effect... Kyle didn't try it, but since Chris bought it back, it means there is definitely no problem with it.

At night, a bonfire was lit on the grounds.

Chris walked out of the tent with the dragon brandy he bought from the bar, and sat with a few acquaintances, barbecuing, drinking and chatting.

Although the possibility of an accident was low, just in case, they did not dare to drink more. Each person only had a small cup, which was less than a mouthful in total.

"This is not authentic!"

Charlie pursed his lips, "You must have bought the inferior goods that Old Brown used to deceive wizard tourists."

"Fake?" Chris took another sip. He drank quite well.

"That old dog is very shrewd, and his wine-making skills are also very good. Even we will be fooled occasionally."

Charlie didn’t explain too much, just smiled and said: “Give me the bottle in a while, and I will help you change two bottles of real ones.

The authentic Fire Dragon brandy can really make people breathe out fire when they take the first sip. "

Chris looked at the cup in his hand in surprise. He really didn't know this.

While they were chatting, Kyle found Professor Locknear in the crowd and, in accordance with the previous agreement, sold him all the defective products he had picked out.

Since Chris took over Kyle's job before, he had more free time, and naturally gained a lot more than last time.

Two packs, a total of fifty-three galleons.

Coupled with the previous thirty galleons, the money for the anti-curse gloves was instantly returned, and there was still plenty left.