Dragon Theft Plan

"Sir, can't I even say goodbye to them?"

Outside the castle, Sean spoke to two members of the MacFasty family.

The leading wizard had thin lips and narrow eyes; his words were as harsh as his appearance.

"Mr. Wallop, your close relationship with that Hebridean Black Dragon is not within our consideration. Our mission is to bring the Fire Dragon here and return safely. Your request to say goodbye to it only adds uncertainty—besides, it's just a Fire Dragon, and we don't need to consider your feelings or the Fire Dragon's feelings."

Sean looked unwilling. He glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention before asking, "Sir, now you should know the connection between this Hebridean Black Dragon and me, right? The gentleman who came back then promised me that the Hebrides Islands would always be open to me..."

The leading wizard rudely interrupted him, "That's someone else's promise, not mine."

"Can I buy it with my own money? Anyway, your MacFasty family also sells various materials from the Hebridean Black Dragon. Name your price, and I won't let you lose out," Sean pressed.

"The MacFasty family has no shortage of Galleon. Well then, Mr. Wallop, that's enough. The private conversation after dinner is the greatest respect I can give you."

After saying this, the two members of the MacFasty family walked away into the distance without hesitation.

Sean watched the other person leave, and finally sighed.

Mr. Bagman, who had been quietly observing the group, walked over and asked, "What's wrong, Sean?"

Sean forced a smile, "It's alright, sir."

Bagman said warmly, "I can probably guess—in my opinion, the MacFasty family isn't very smart. Such an outstanding young talent, even if they didn't intend to befriend him, didn't need to be so disrespectful."

Sean sighed, "I just wanted to say goodbye to those two big guys..."

Bagman gave Sean a knowing look and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't take it to heart. Some wizarding families are just like that, old-fashioned and arrogant..."

"Thank you for your comfort, sir," Sean said politely.

"Considering the athletes' feelings is also within the organizer's considerations," Mr. Bagman said with a smile.

Sean was still not in high spirits. He glanced at the castle; the banquet had just ended, and the students were heading towards the Common Room.

There were quite a few people at the castle gate, all excitedly discussing today's match.

Just as Mr. Bagman was about to say a few more words to Sean, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd.

"What's wrong?" Bagman turned around and looked over, and Sean looked over as well.

In the crowd, two people are facing off— Hugo and Malfoy.

The two started arguing for some unknown reason, and at that moment they actually pulled out their wands.

Hugo's face still bore the marks of the day's injuries, from being scratched by the Fire Dragon's barbs—he should have stayed in the Hospital Wing, but he was quickly discharged because he couldn't bear to give up the delicious food at the dinner party.

The two seemed to be arguing fiercely, their tempers flaring up— Mr. Bagman saw this and quickly went over to them.

"Hey guys, don't fight—"

Before the words had even finished, Malfoy unleashed a spell, and Bagman happened to walk right between the two of them.

Bagman's eyes widened, and then a tremendous force came from behind him—someone had pushed him away at the last moment.

He turned around in surprise and saw that Sean had been struck by Malfoy's spell.

"Hiss—" Sean clutched his stomach.

Chaos erupted in the crowd, and Malfoy looked completely bewildered.

"Hey, hey, son, how are you?" Mr. Bagman anxiously helped Sean up.

"I'm alright—hiss..." Sean knelt on one knee, revealing a pained expression.

"What kind of spell did you use?!" Mr. Bagman shouted at Malfoy.

"It's just a minor curse...it will cause intestinal cramps..." Malfoy was a little flustered as he tried to help Sean up.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall arrived and, after examining the situation, drew her conclusion.

"Malfoy violated school rules by using a curse. Go to jail next week. I will also tell your headmaster," Professor McGonagall said sternly. "And Hugo Barbarossa, don't think you can get away with this just because you're a Champion. I will report this to your headmaster after I find out what happened."

"Sean— " she turned her head, her tone suddenly becoming much gentler, "It's not a big problem, but your courageous actions deserve a reward. Ravenclaw gets an extra twenty points, and I think Mr. Bagman would also agree."

"Of course," Bagman said loudly, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration as he looked at Sean.

"The Intestinal Cramp Curse isn't too serious, but it still needs to be checked out. You'll sleep in the Hospital Wing tonight."

Sean nodded, and then, with Mr. Bagman's help, walked toward the Hospital Wing.

Madam Pomfrey examined it and finally said, "It's not a big problem. The Intestinal Cramp Curse just binds a few intestines together, and it seems you have a good resistance to the curse. You've recovered now. However, just in case, drink this Potions and take a nap."

Sean nodded, drank the Potions, and then lay down on the hospital bed.

Mr. Bagman and Madam Pomfrey exchanged a few words, and finally said to Sean, "Son, get some rest. Thank you for what you did today."

Sean smiled weakly, "You're welcome, sir."

"Mr. Bagman, you should leave now. He needs rest, and the Potions has a drowsy effect—a good night's sleep will do him good tomorrow," said Madam Pomfrey.

"Goodnight then, child, and you too, madam," Bagman said, then closed the door and left.

The ward fell silent. After Sean fell into a deep sleep, Madam Pomfrey extinguished the torch and returned to her office.

As night deepened, a tremendously loud dragon roar suddenly rang out, faintly audible even from the Hospital Wing near the Forbidden Forest.

Madam Pomfrey came out wearing a coat. She glanced at Sean and saw that he was still asleep, but her brows furrowed slightly.

After thinking for a moment, she raised her wand and cast a sound-blocking spell on the window, then yawned and shuffled away.

On the hospital bed, Sean, who was fast asleep, turned over.

The air blurred for a moment.

One by one, the castle lights went out, and night completely enveloped the world—above the clouds, a hidden figure gradually emerged.

It's Sean.

He stretched and then took a bag off his neck—it was the Potions from earlier. He disguised his throat, but actually, a bag had been tied there all along.

Since he wasn't under a spell, he didn't need to drink the Potions.

"However, Draco is quite reliable; he picked the perfect time and place," Sean said with a smile.

The conflict between Malfoy and Hugo was, of course, at his behest. Malfoy's curse wasn't actually aimed at Hugo; his target was Mr. Bagman — Sean behind him.

Of course, Malfoy had a good grasp of the situation; to outsiders, it seemed as if Sean pushed Mr. Bagman aside and took the curse himself.

Sean did this for a simple reason: to find a perfect alibi— Mr. Bagman was a perfect candidate.

He glanced at the clouds, then flew off in one direction at high speed.

During the flight, his body twisted and turned, and his enormous figure gradually obscured the sky.

"Keep an eye on it—" the lead wizard instructed his team members from his Flying Broomstick, "This guy hasn't seen Wallerup yet, and he was in a bad mood when we set off. Be careful he doesn't break free of his cage."

"Yes—" the team member responded loudly.

Hanging between the ten Flying Broomstick were two enormous cages containing the restless Hebridean Black Dragon.

The group flying in the air were the MacFasty Clan, who had left with the black dragon.

The lead wizard circled back and forth once, checking again before flying to the front of the group. Their current task was to bring the black dragon back to their territory.

Naive boy, the friendship of Fire Dragon, tch—all the Hebridean Black Dragon are under the jurisdiction of the MacFasty Clan, and you think you can say goodbye? Everyone knows you can communicate with Fire Dragon; if you were allowed to get close, the black dragons would probably struggle violently halfway there...

The leading wizard thought disdainfully.

He didn't like that kid named Wallerup; the boy's close relationship with the Hebridean Black Dragon made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Just a beast..." He glanced at the black dragon in the cage.

"Boss, boss—" a team member shouted loudly from the side.

"What's wrong?"

"Something seems off about the black dragon—"

"I already said it's because that kid didn't come."

"No, the black dragon looks very uneasy, like... like it's been threatened!"

Upon hearing this, he quickly approached the cage and looked inside.

The black dragon, lying in its cage, was snorting uneasily and letting out a threatening growl.

"What's going on...?"

He suddenly widened his eyes, remembering something that happened a few years ago.

At that time, a brutal Hungarian Horntail invaded the Hebrides Islands. This most ferocious race of Fire Dragon wreaked havoc and even killed several black dragons—he had seen the black dragons threatened by the Hungarian Horntail at that time.

That's the anxious look on his face right now, as if facing a formidable enemy!

But they are flying right now...

"Boss!" his teammate shouted in terror.

He turned his head sharply and felt his breath catch in his throat.

The moon was obscured, and a figure rapidly grew larger, eventually blocking his entire field of vision!

"Hungarian Horntail!" he screamed.

"Prepare for the enemy!"

Ten Flying Broomstick simultaneously drew their wands and aimed them at the terrifying Hungarian Horntail on the earth. Their hands trembled wildly— the Hungarian Horntail was the absolute king in the sky!

The spell shot out, but the Ridgeback Dragon suddenly spread its wings and rose up, causing all the spells to miss!

"Ah--"

"Ah--"

Two screams rang out as the chief wizard saw his two clansmen, who couldn't dodge in time, have their broom tails broken off and were plummeting rapidly toward the ground.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! How could there be a wild Hungarian Horntail in Scotland!"

While directing two people to catch the falling unfortunate creature, he continuously cast Eye-Blinding Charm on the Hungarian Horntail.

However, the Ridgeback Dragon seemed to have experience fighting wizards. With a nimble dodge, an Eye-Blinding Charm struck the scales on its chest, leaving only a faint white mark.

Three more Flying Broomstick were shot down. Their people were lucky enough that their bodies weren't directly broken by the dragon's tail, but without the help of the Flying Broomstick, they could only be pulled slowly to the ground by the others.

Only two people remained who could still move. At that moment, the other person cried out in terror, "Black Dragon—the Black Dragon is breaking the cage!"

The lead wizard gritted his teeth and shouted, "Release the spell and release those two black dragons!"

The two narrowly avoided the Hungarian Horntail's Breath Attack, then aimed at the cage.

The cage was released.

Two deafening roars resounded, and the Hebridean Black Dragon regained its freedom.

"Roar—" Hungarian Horntail realized that its true opponent had been released. It hurriedly swept its tail across the tail of the leading wizard's Flying Broomstick, and the barbs tore through his back.

"Ah—" he cried out in pain, then lost his balance and plummeted downwards.

Fortunately, the Hungarian Horntail had already lunged at the two Hebridean Black Dragon, and his companion survived.

He was pulled back halfway down, and before he could notice the burning pain in his back, he looked up at the sky.

The two Hebridean Black Dragon and the Hungarian Horntail have already engaged in a fierce battle.

The three Fire Dragon flew and tore at each other, turning the night sky golden red with the constantly emerging flames.

The wizards barely managed to land on the ground. The chief wizard checked them over and, thankfully, apart from some scratches, his people were all unharmed. However, only four Flying Broomstick remained.

"Boss—what do we do?" his subordinate asked anxiously.

In the sky, the three Fire Dragon fought and flew further and further away. Moreover, from a distance, the two Hebridean Black Dragon were actually at a disadvantage and seemed to be preparing to escape.

He clenched his teeth and glanced at the person next to him.

"Boss, should we... should we follow them?" the subordinate continued to ask.

He angrily slammed the broken Flying Broomstick into the ground and said bitterly, "We can't follow them. Black Dragon might not attack us because of the MacFasty family, but if that Hungarian Horntail is discovered, every one of us will die!"

He looked up at the sky, where the three chasing Fire Dragon had become three small dots, gradually disappearing into the night. Only the occasional roars of dragons from the horizon proved that they were still fighting.

The leading wizard glanced at the people around him, and finally sighed, "Let's go back to Hogwarts to reorganize and borrow a few Flying Broomstick from them first."

"Oh shit..."

He spat angrily on the ground.

In the night sky, three Fire Dragon were flying side by side, occasionally letting out angry "dragon roars" and spewing out Breath Attack.

After fighting for a while, the three Fire Dragon flew upwards and over the clouds.

The silhouette of the Hungarian Horntail was shrinking rapidly.