The Culprit Is You!

The bright moon hung in the night sky as the clouds parted, and two huge black shadows passed by above the clouds. On the slightly larger shadow, there was a small human figure.

"Whoosh—" The barbs on the edges of the Hebridean Black Dragon's wings tore through the clouds, and the strong wind that came towards him dispersed the clouds and mist, turning into damp and cold air that blew onto Sean's face.

He patted the black dragon beneath him, signaling it to slow down—otherwise, the wind blowing on his face would hurt terribly.

The Hebridean Black Dragon immediately slowed down the flapping of its wings, and its dragon wife followed suit, slowing down as well.

Although the night air was damp and cold, Sean felt incredibly happy at that moment.

Riding Fire Dragon through the night sky is a completely different feeling from using Flying Charm or Transfiguration Fire Dragon to fly.

In high spirits, Sean spread his arms wide, letting the night wind from high above wet his face, and then shouted with joy.

"Wu——————"

The two Hebridean Black Dragon also roared in response.

The man and the two dragons then soared through the night sky.

Then--

"Boss, did you see that huge dark shadow just now?! You almost ran into it, didn't you?!"

"New guy, don't make a fuss. It's perfectly normal for people in our line of work to encounter strange shadows—I've even seen something like a UFO. The shadow might just be a reflection of the clouds, and the radar didn't sound any alarms, so don't panic... Could it be the legendary Fire Dragon? Hahahaha."

Inside the cockpit, the captain was lecturing his newly arrived first officer.

Only after the passenger plane had passed through the sky did the two black dragons emerge from the thick clouds.

"Phew, that was close." Sean wiped his face, which was covered in dew.

He was having so much fun playing with the two black dragons that he didn't notice a passenger plane coming straight through the clouds and almost crashed into it head-on...

"We've had enough fun, let's go back, Leoreus." Sean patted the Hebridean Black Dragon beneath him.

He named the two dragons Leoreus and Leorea.

The two big guys happily accepted their new names.

Leoreus circled once, then flew towards Hogwarts...

"What's going on, Mr. MacFusty?" At night, several torches were lit in the castle's Entrance Hall, and Professor McGonagall looked at the group of people in front of her in surprise.

Filch, standing to the side with a lantern, shrieked, "They've come back huddled on a few brooms."

Before them stood the returning MacFasty Clan.

The leading wizard, Pablo MacFusty, sighed, "I'm sorry to bother your school again, but we've run into a lot of trouble."

"Didn't you take the Hebridean Black Dragon back with you?"

Pablo's face flashed with a hint of ferocity and anger. "On the way back, we encountered a wild Hungarian Horntail. During the battle with the Fire Dragon, the cage of the Hebridean Black Dragon was destroyed by that Ridgeback Dragon, and the two Black Dragons broke free from our control and began fighting with the Ridgeback Dragon —we could barely keep our own people safe, and had no choice but to return to Hogwarts again to ask for help..."

The young men behind Pablo shifted slightly – it wasn't the Fire Dragon fighting that caused the cage to break, but rather they had deliberately released two black dragons to save their lives...

Before arriving, Pablo had instructed everyone to maintain a unified narrative—that they had deliberately released the Fire Dragon, and that they would be held accountable afterward.

After hearing his words, Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and she murmured, "This is troublesome..."

Three uncontrolled Fire Dragon are circling over the Scotland Highlands, which is a big problem.

Whether it's the potential destruction caused by the Fire Dragon or the risk of being witnessed by Muggle, wizards need to take these matters seriously.

"What an unfortunate accident... This must be reported to the Ministry of Ministry of Magic's Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, otherwise it could have serious consequences. Good heavens, I hope those three Fire Dragon can be found as soon as possible—" Professor McGonagall told Filch to inform the others, and then led the MacFasty family toward the Hospital Wing. "I think you all need to be examined."

"Then I would be most grateful." Pablo nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Upon arriving at the Hospital Wing, Professor McGonagall shushed those behind her and then led the group inside.

"Boss—" someone nudged Pablo's sleeve and then gestured toward a hospital bed.

He looked over and saw that the boy named Wallerup, who wanted to buy the Fire Dragon, was fast asleep in his hospital bed.

What's this kid doing here...?

He frowned.

At that moment, in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest, Sean's face was flushed red.

"Push... come on, push! -- Ah, push... ah, it's almost in, it's almost in!"

"Pudding, don't just eat without using your strength. You have two more hands than me."

Pudding the Cat-Leopard Pudding, who was pushing the dragon's buttocks, growled in dissatisfaction and then pushed even harder.

Sean had already returned to Hogwarts, but encountered a little trouble.

His encounter with Leoreus and Leorea was unexpected, as he hadn't originally planned to raise Fire Dragon, which led to a problem.

The opening for his ring wasn't big enough...

Sean had cast the Undetectable Extension Charm on the ring he got from Newt many times. After he got it, he spent a lot of money to have it extended again. Because it was an illegal Spatial Extension Charm that was not registered with the Ministry of Magic, he paid thousands of Galleon for it.

But you get what you pay for; the space inside Sean's ring is now much larger Newt's trunk—that Aero-Wing Bird has even gotten lost several times...

Of course, Sean also expanded the ring's entrances and exits. The entrances and exits were originally magical, allowing many more creatures to enter and exit. Sean expanded them even more for the Selma Lake Monster and the Basilisk.

However, the Fire Dragon was unexpected...

Leorea, being a relatively slender female Fire Dragon, barely managed to squeeze in, while Leoreus was simply too big. Sean used Lubrication Charm, and after pushing and shoving with Pudding for a long time, they finally managed to get only the back half of his body and tail sticking out.

A human and a cat—or rather, a six-legged Wampus Cat— are struggling wildly in the forest, their enormous half-dragon body comically stuck in the small opening of the ring.

"Pudding, push harder!"

Inside the ring.

Leoreus and the creature inside the ring stared at each other as two dragon claws rested on the ground.

A giant Basilisk wearing glasses, two identical Selma Lake Monster, one large and one small, a large flock of Thunderbird, a Swooping Evil, a sleeping Occamy —and this silly-looking Aero-Wing Bird staring at itself.

It now feels like it's being watched by everyone, but—its rear end is stuck...

What a disgrace...

Leoreus covered his ferocious dragon face with his claws in shame.

"Waaaaah—" the Aero-Wing Bird made a mocking sound.

Sean, listening outside, was utterly exasperated. This guy was getting more and more annoying...

"Wow!"

The Aero-Wing Bird was caught by the Basilisk and flung away.

"Big Brother Basilisk is still the most reliable... "Sean thought with relief.

"Come on, push!"

After a loud "pop," a loud bang came from inside the ring.

Sean poked his head in, and the Magical Creatures, all hit squarely by the sudden intrusion of Leoreus, were now sprawled out in a chaotic mess.

"It's good that we're physically united." Sean nodded in satisfaction.

Leoreus shook its head and got up, looking up at Sean.

"Roar--"

"Yes, these are the guys. From now on, you'll be friends. Remember to get along well. The northeast side is the nest I left for you and Leorea. It was set up in a bit of a rush, but I'll tidy it up properly for you later."

"Roar--"

After hearing the other party's satisfactory reply, Sean smiled and waved.

"You guys familiarize yourselves with this first. I need to hurry back. The MacFasty family should be at the Hogwarts Hospital Wing by now, and what if that impulsive person insists on touching my illusion—"

"Roar--"

"Waaaaah—"

Meow~

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

"Hold head high--"

A cacophony of different roars erupted, making Sean's ears ring. He shook his head with a wry smile and closed the ring.

"I'll have to teach them not to speak so loudly next time..."

He disappeared back into the Hospital Wing, Sean saw that the light in Madam Pomfrey's office had been turned on.

"They came back pretty quickly—but it's none of my business anymore."

He smiled and lay back down on the hospital bed; the Illusion Charm had vanished.

Sean rolled over contentedly and then closed his eyes.

The next morning.

Sean was awakened by the arguing outside the ward.

"Mr. MacFusty, watch your words!" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded very stern.

"It's just confirmation, and reasonable suspicion," Pablo said coldly.

"Sean had an accident last night and has been sleeping in the Hospital Wing ever since he drank the Potions —you saw that when you came last night, right? What, are you telling me he can split himself in two?"

Pablo sounded like he was suppressing his anger, "I have reason to suspect him— Professor McGonagall, he's a Dragon Speaker, and he wants those two Fire Dragon. He told me that himself last night!"

At this moment, Mr. Bagman's voice rang out, filled with anger. "This is not your territory! You are slandering a child! He did express his affection for the Fire Dragon to you last night, but he didn't pursue it after you rejected him! I saw it all! And you are prejudiced against Mr. Wallop, humph, but he can communicate with the Fire Dragon, and you are just envious and Envy!"

"You! Mr. Bagman! Our MacFasty family has a deep cooperative relationship with the Ministry of Magic, and as the honorary director of the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic, I have the right to investigate suspects!"

"Oh? Oh—" Mr. Bagman laughed mockingly. "Ha, are you trying to say that Mr. Wallop ordered a Hungarian Horntail to attack you? Hmm? While he was seriously injured and needed to recuperate in his hospital bed, he was supposed to control a Hungarian Horntail that no one had noticed to attack your dragon transport team? Don't you think that's ridiculous?"

For some reason, Pablo seemed convinced that Sean was involved. He said firmly, "Because there are too many coincidences! One coincidence is just a coincidence, but several coincidences happening in a row, that's a conspiracy! He just happens to speak dragon language, just happens to know our black dragon, just happens to want to buy our black dragon, and then just happens to get into trouble in front of everyone to create an alibi? When he was lying in the hospital bed, no one could vouch for him, right? And that period just happened to coincide with the time when we were attacked!"

His face darkened. "I have reason to suspect him."

Then Madam Pomfrey's voice rang out. "Wallerup is under the Intestinal Cramp Curse. I gave him Potions Potions induces extreme drowsiness. He has to endure either excruciating pain or drowsiness to deal with Fire Dragon and wizards? That's not realistic."

"Hmph, what if all of this was a play he orchestrated himself?" Pablo gritted his teeth and refused to back down.

"You!" Mr. Bagman and Professor McGonagall were both furious, especially Bagman, who had been genuinely saved by Sean last night, and this rude fellow dared to slander Sean?!

Just as he was about to unleash a torrent of curses, the door to the ward was pushed open.

The person at the center of the argument was scratching his head, still half asleep. "So early, aren't you guys going to sleep?"

"Wallerup! Did you do this?!" Pablo's eyes widened as soon as he saw Sean.

"Don't go too far!" Mr. Bagman snapped, then stood in front of Sean. "It's alright, kid, they won't dare do anything to you."

Sean stretched and said leisurely, "It's okay, I'm used to being smeared."

"Don't you dare bite back!"

Just as the argument was about to escalate, a cheerful voice rang out. "Do you need a referee?"

Grindelwald appeared in the corridor with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Chairman." Everyone greeted him immediately.

"No need to be so polite, no need to be so polite—" Grindelwald stepped into the crowd. "I understand the situation now. How about I be the referee?"

Mr. Bagman said respectfully, "Mr. Chairman, we certainly trust you."

Pablo's eyes lit up, and he surprisingly agreed, "We can do that too, but we'll decide how to expose this kid."

Grindelwald shrugged. "Whatever, as long as you don't break wizarding laws. What about you, Sean?"

"I'm fine." Sean shrugged, mimicking his gesture.

"That's good—but..." Grindelwald squinted at the MacFasty family, "What if Sean isn't the prisoner you're talking about?"

Pablo declared confidently, "No, it's him!"

"I said, no?" Grindelwald's eyes suddenly turned dangerous.

Pablo panicked, but still forced a smile and said, "Then let the Chairman decide..."

"Very good, now you can tell me your plan."

A few minutes later, a bewildered Malfoy was brought to the scene.

Grindelwald glanced at it indifferently. "Veritaserum and Legilimency are both illegal, Mr. MacFusty."

"I don't need those—" Pablo turned to Sean and gave him a cold smile. "You deliberately fabricated an alibi, very clever... Yes, with the Intestinal Cramp Curse, you certainly couldn't sneak out and could easily clear your name... But what if you hadn't been cursed?"

Pablo pointed at Malfoy's wand and said loudly, "Mr. Grindelwald, it's not illegal for me to request to examine this child's wand with Prior Incantato, is it?"

Grindelwald nodded leisurely. "It's not illegal. If there's no Intestinal Cramp Curse, then Sean is deliberately setting a trap, and he's highly suspicious. I will personally investigate and give you a satisfactory answer—but if there is... tsk tsk, Mr. MacFusty, your family will have to be prepared to pay a price."

"Of course," Pablo said confidently.

"Then, Mr. Malfoy, please hand over your wand."

Under everyone's gaze, Malfoy gripped his wand tightly, his face turning slightly pale.