Departure, Dragon Sanctuary

The next morning, Kyle went downstairs for breakfast and found that Newt had already arrived and was sitting at the table chatting with Diana.

Dobby, the House-elf, was busy in the kitchen, constantly bringing in fried eggs, sausages, and toast...

"Good morning darling."

Diana straightened Kyle's collar.

"Hurry up and eat breakfast, you're leaving soon."

"Good morning..."

After greeting the two, Kyle picked up a piece of bread and asked, "Are we going so early?"

"It's getting late, we have to leave in ten minutes."

Newt laughed and said, "They wrote me another letter last night, saying that Pino... that Ukrainian Ironbelly's wing was broken, and the dragon breeders had to send it somewhere else."

The reserve is in complete chaos; even the gentle Dragon have been caught up in it.

Kyle quickly sped up his eating.

Taking this opportunity, Newt and Diana continued their previous conversation.

"That's really surprising. How did that guy, Black, manage to get out of there?"

"I think he must have discovered a weakness of the Dementor... They perceive everything around them through emotions, and while there aren't many ways to escape, there are ways."

Diana poured Newt a cup of tea. "And the Ministry of Magic trusts Dementor too much. On such a large island, they only have two Hit Wizard."

"Yes," Newt took a sip of tea, "But that's impressive enough; no one has ever escaped before."

"Perhaps," Diana glanced out the window, "Who knows..."

Kyle ate his breakfast silently beside him without saying a word.

A week ago... The Daily Prophet, in an effort to encourage more people to participate in the raffle, reported on the Weasley family again.

In the photo, they are standing in front of a huge pyramid, all the members are there, including Ron, that half-dead rat...

By the time Kyle finished breakfast, it was almost time.

Newt took out a glass bottle.

"The Portkey, I think you should know how to use it."

Kyle nodded and placed his hand on the bottle.

Newt glanced at the time.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a whirlwind, the two disappeared from the room at the same time.

To be honest, after getting used to Apparition, Portkey is a rather mild way to travel.

After the trip, Kyle landed steadily on the ground and casually straightened his wind-blown shirt and hair.

"Welcome, Mr. Newt Scamander ... Oh, Kyle, I just recognized you." A voice came from the side.

Kyle looked up and found himself in an open valley, with a burly man staring at him in surprise.

"Charlie!"

Kyle was also somewhat surprised.

The man before me was Charlie Weasley. He looked more robust than he had two years ago, and a large burn scar appeared on his exposed arm.

The two hugged, and Kyle blurted out, "What are you doing here?"

However, he regretted asking the question as soon as he did... She was working in the Dragon Sanctuary, and his question was like asking Professor McGonagall why she was at Hogwarts.

However, Charlie understood Kyle's meaning and explained with a smile, "I'm here to greet Mr. Scamander... So, are you now his assistant?"

He looked at Newt.

No one responded...

Newt had been staring at those enormous figures in the sky ever since he started.

Charlie didn't feel embarrassed at all. Newt had been here twice before, and he had received him both times. He was already used to this situation.

Fortunately, there was one more person this time.

"That's right, I am Mr. Scamander's assistant."

Kyle extended his hand and said, "There shouldn't be any problem, right?"

"Of course not, Mr. Assistant."

Charlie smiled and shook his hand. "After all, you're fourteen now, right... Did you receive the gift I gave you?"

"What a wonderful gift! I've never seen such a large Dragon tooth before."

"Old Pino's teeth have been falling out quite quickly these past few years, so I picked out the biggest one for you."

Charlie led Kyle to a nearby field where some people were already gathered.

Kyle met Professor Kettleburn, who had been living in Hogsmeade since his retirement and had also been invited.

Standing next to him was a tall wizard with a thick beard.

Professor Kettleburn was already quite tall, but standing there, he only reached his shoulder.

The other person appeared to be over two meters tall.

"Edward Lima," Charlie whispered, "The famous Peruvian master of Fantastic Beasts, who once lived with Peruvian Vipertooth for ten years."

Upon hearing the name, Kyle suddenly paused for a moment.

He remembered; this person was the author of "The Monster Book of Monsters," a book he had seen mentioned before.

It seems this person, like Hagrid, is fond of Fantastic Beasts that appear more ferocious.

"Hey, Newt, you're here!"

Professor Kettleburn approached and, laughing from a distance, said, "I guessed you'd bring this child... Long time no see, Kyle."

"Long time no see, Professor."

"Don't say that, I'm not a professor anymore," Professor Kettleburn waved his hand. "I'm just an ordinary retired old man now."

"Ordinary retired seniors wouldn't travel all this way to see Dragon," Kyle chuckled.

"Hello."

At that moment, the tall Edward Lima also came over and greeted Kyle warmly.

"I've heard of you, the youngest member of the Order of Merlin. I didn't expect you to be interested in Dragon as well."

His accent was very standard; it didn't sound strange at all.

It must be said that the Fantastic Beasts masters who have traveled all over the world have a good talent for languages.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lima," Kyle said. "I've read your book."

"Oh?"

He looked somewhat surprised. "You even read such obscure books?"

In Britain, his books are quite obscure; wizards there prefer * Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them *.

"In fact, the Monster Book of Monsters is this year's textbook at Hogwarts," Kyle explained.

"Is that so..." He glanced at Newt with a mocking look and said in a smug tone, "Looks like you have a new professor with a discerning eye."

"That's not much of a taste," Newt replied with a laugh.

They then hugged each other, clearly old friends of many years.

Newt became much more talkative after meeting acquaintances and chatted happily with them.

Charlie then took Kyle on a tour of the area, explaining the situation of the Dragon Sanctuary to him.

"The closest ones to us are Swedish Short-Snout, there are seven of them, so this is the only place that isn't too crowded."

But it's only temporary..."

He pointed to a pillar of fire shooting into the sky not far away.

"Last night was much more lively than now; the fires burned all night long..."

I only have one request for you: don't let your legs give way later, or you'll embarrass yourself if you accidentally sit on the ground."

"That's definitely not going to happen," Kyle said.

"I hope so..." Charlie chuckled and patted Kyle on the shoulder. "Actually, I'd love to see that scene: the Order of Merlin, Second Class recipient, terrified of Dragon."

It's unbelievable! When I received my mother's letter last year, I thought she was joking with me.

"The Order of Merlin... I never imagined you'd achieve such a great feat so soon after graduation."