Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Romanian Horned Dragon, Chinese Fireball Dragon, Ukrainian Iron Belly..." Charlie said cheerfully, "The Fireball Dragon that looks the fiercest is actually the most docile, and the chubby Ukrainian Iron Belly that looks the least lethal But with a vicious heart..."

At this time, there were about thirty people in the underground venue, and a group of people held magic wands and shouted around the three iron cages.

"What are they doing?" Ron looked at Charlie suspiciously.

"Recently there is a topic...whether different types of fire dragons can give birth to cubs..." Charlie muttered softly.

"I don't think it's very likely...Which one of them is the female?" Ron looked at the three huge fire dragons with a horrified expression.

"That iron belly." Charlie raised his chin towards the Ukrainian iron belly: "But it seems that things are not going very well, and the two male dragons don't seem to be in estrus."

"I can understand." Ron nodded with a pale face: "I don't like fat people either..."

Charlie: "???"

So does dragon breeding also depend on body shape?

I haven't really considered this direction...

"Why don't you try putting those two males together?" Ron muttered subconsciously, and Charlie gave Ron a strange look.

"Just kidding..." Ron shrugged: "Don't you need to help?"

"I'm a researcher, so I generally don't need to go forward in person." Charlie shook his head: "And we're about a hundred meters below the seabed. These fire dragons will be more stable than on land."

With that said, Charlie pointed to the front, and Ron looked in the direction of Charlie's finger, only to realize that the originally dark and deep wall was actually sea water...

The deep black sea water seemed to be isolated by an invisible cover, not a single drop fell into this underground research institute.

Looking at the underwater world outside in amazement, the roar of the dragon not far behind him sounded again. Only then did Ron remember that there were three fire dragons not far away beside him, and quickly shrank to Charlie.

"Will they suddenly spew flames or something?" Ron looked at the three dragons in horror.

"No, fire dragons have a limited number of breaths per day, and the number of fire breaths is not endless for them.

For example, the fireball dragon was very irritable before its breath ended. "Charlie happily explained.

There are not many things that can interest and fascinate Charlie, except for Quidditch, there are only fire dragons.

Just as he was talking, the sound of rattling iron chains sounded, and the Ukrainian iron belly was pulled out under Ron's horrified eyes. The slightly bloated body struggled uncomfortably. The end of the chain is attached to the top of a group of wizards' wands.

"Oh my god...it's too big..." Ron looked at the dragon in front of him in horror.

"Fortunately, if you've ever seen a Hungarian Horntail, you'll know that it's nothing." Charlie looked down and shrugged. "The iron belly is only twenty-five feet in length, and it can only be considered medium at best."

"What about the Hungarian Horntail?" Ron looked terrified.

"The regular one...about fifty feet..." Charlie smacked his lips with some emotion: "Speaking of which, next year..."

As he spoke, Charlie paused and shook his head hastily. There were some things he couldn't say to Ron yet.

If you let him know that next year he may take a few heads to Hogwarts, the kid might really dare not read it...

But you have to read it!

It is a Hogwarts tradition to stick to school.

The teacher dies, the students petrify, and we go to class.

The fugitives invaded, the fire dragon came, and we went to class.

Voldemort is back, we're in class.

Voldemort rules, we have class.

Voldemort strikes, we kill Voldemort and continue the class.

Damn, if this kind of persistent spirit is replaced by a school in the 21st century, the students may have to unite and blow up the school...

"What are they doing?" Ron wasn't in the mood to listen to what Charlie said for a while, but just looked at the Ukrainian iron belly in the open space in horror.

"It should be to feed that iron belly some medicine..." Charlie frowned slightly: "Make sure it can enter the estrus smoothly..."

Ron: "..."

Why is this still like Iger, taking medicine if you don't achieve your goal...

...

"I really can't swim..."

On the shore, Iger stood in the waist-high water and looked at Hermione helplessly.

"It's okay, we'll teach you." Hermione giggled seeing Iger's embarrassed look, it seemed that it was too difficult to find something Iger couldn't or couldn't do on weekdays, so it was rare to see Iger so embarrassed Hermione felt inexplicably refreshed.

Grabbing Hermione's little hand honestly, Iger looked at the two girls beside him eagerly: "I think I need a swimming ring..."

"No, you don't need to." Elsa giggled.

Due to being at the beach, Iger is now only wearing a pair of swimming trunks. For the first time, Iger feels insecure for the first time.

Before the age of ten, things like a sense of security were useless to Iger, and he would die sooner or later anyway.

After the age of ten, the passive iron armor curse also made Iger feel confident about any danger, and he couldn't die anyway.

But at this time, the ability to soak in water without relying on magic made Iger feel uneasy for the first time.

In particular, the deep and dark Black Sea gave Iger a sense of breathless panic. Perhaps Iger should feel much better in the Sargasso Sea, which has a visibility of more than 70 meters.

Although he knew that there was nothing that could threaten him, Iger couldn't help the uneasiness in his heart.

A feeling of goosebumps spread from the top of Iger's head to his body, and then Hermione and the two were surprised to find that a large black scale had grown on Iger's body.

The black scales grow very regularly, covering everything from Iger's neck, wrists, and ankles. Each scale is about two centimeters long and triangular in shape.

Strangely, Iger's original sense of fear from the deep sea gradually disappeared as the scales on his body grew, and an inexplicable sense of security surrounded him again.

"I feel much better." Iger raised his arms curiously and looked carefully.

"I feel a little strange..." Hermione looked at the scales emerging from Iger's body with strange eyes: "What is this?"

Iger shook his head blankly: "I don't know..."

Plunging headlong into the water, Iger obviously felt that the uneasiness he felt before was no longer there, and a trace of coolness passed down his neck to his mind. Iger touched the sides of his neck in a daze.

He suddenly discovered that he had long gills...

Standing up from the water in shock, Iger touched his neck carefully.

gone again...

Plunging headlong into the water, Iger found the gills reappeared.

stand up... gone again...

Hermione and the two just watched Iger stand up like this, squat down, and stand up, their faces full of bewilderment.

You just came out to play water kung fu, how did you evolve?