Dragon's Melee

Now Kyle finally understood what Charlie meant.

A Hungarian Horntail roared and spewed dragonfire, shattering the surrounding tranquility.

Immediately afterwards, various Dragon took to the air like kites, roaring and spewing out scorching dragon flames.

The dragon breeders quickly took out their Broomstick and flew away from the area.

"Damn it, Norberta just laid her dragon eggs!" Holman rushed out anxiously. "Why so early this time? Don't they need to rest?"

"Be careful, Kyle!"

Charlie stuffed the biscuits in his pocket, hopped on his Broomstick, and followed.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people around had disappeared.

The remaining people also stopped smiling and quickly left the area.

"Let's go too." At this moment, Newt came to Kyle's side. "Did you bring your Broomstick? If not, there should be a spare one here."

"Yes." Kyle took out his Nimbus 2000 and asked doubtfully, "But where are we going? Are we going to go with them to mediate between the Dragon?"

Edward Lima, who was passing by, heard this, paused, and turned to look at Kyle.

Young man, that's a dangerous idea of yours.

Go and mediate between the Dragon?

This kid must be a Gryffindor!

"Of course not." Newt smiled and shook his head, explaining, "We can't stop the Dragon from fighting, nor can we."

Dragon are proud creatures, and if a wizard intervenes, the battle will never end.

This is a necessary process for the protected area.

Kyle followed Newt deeper into the reserve and landed on a hill.

"Then what should we do?"

"It's simple: treat the Dragon that have lost the battle and surrendered; don't let them die."

Newt took out three large bottles and handed them to Kyle.

"This is the Potions needed to heal the Dragon. The instructions are all there, so take a look quickly and don't make a mistake later."

Kyle quickly took the bottles.

The largest bottle had a label on it that read, "Burns, apply topically."

There's also Essence of Dittany, which Kyle recognizes; it's probably for treating scratches and bites.

The label on the last bottle read "Sleeping Potion"... not "Draught of Living Death," but a more potent Potions for beasts.

Kyle looked down at the Potions, while Newt stared intently at the chaotic battle in the sky.

A long time passed...

As darkness fell, the fighting showed no signs of abating by nightfall.

During this time, Kyle collected a total of two bottles of dragon blood, a small bag of dragon scales, seven broken teeth, and half a claw.

These all fell from the sky; there were many more elsewhere, but they were too far away for Kyle to reach.

And he's not the only one doing this.

On another hill far away from them, a small black dot was moving quickly, collecting all the dragon scales, teeth, and other such things from the ground.

It was a House-elf, but who brought it there was unknown.

It's too far away; I can't see very clearly.

Moreover, almost all the House-elf look the same, so even if Kyle sees them clearly, he might not be able to recognize them.

The melee lasted from afternoon until late at night.

There were no searchlights in the Dragon Sanctuary, but the dragon flames in the sky illuminated the surrounding area.

About half an hour later, a light blue Swedish Short-Snout suddenly fell from the sky and crashed into a nearby grove of trees.

"Does this count as a loss?"

Kyle was about to go over and take a look when he was stopped by a hand after taking only a couple of steps.

Newt shook his head. "Not yet, wait a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon struggled to take flight again.

"We must wait until the Dragon surrender on their own initiative, or fall into a coma on the verge of death, before we can treat them."

Newt said, "Keep your cool, this is going to be a very tedious process."

"But what if we encounter those stubborn bastards who refuse to admit defeat?" Kyle looked at the Swedish Short-Snout in the sky, which could barely fly steadily.

Its wings were almost broken in the struggle with an Australian Opaleye for a valley with lakes and streams.

Of course, the Australian Opaleye wasn't much better off; half of the dragon blood Kyle collected came from those two.

"If we don't admit defeat, then we can only wait for another scenario," Newt said. "For Dragon, losing consciousness in battle is equivalent to defeat, but that scenario might be more troublesome for us."

Another ten minutes or so passed...

The Swedish Short-Snout fell from the sky once again, its left wing completely broken off and drooping limply to the side, and its tail was also missing a section.

The Australian Opaleye followed suit, pinning its head down with its claws and attempting to bite off its neck.

The short-nosed dinosaur immediately emitted a short, sharp hiss...

"It gave up..."

Before Kyle could finish speaking, Newt had already left the hill, his movements so agile that he didn't seem like someone in his nineties at all.

The Australian Opaleye opened its mouth, spewed a ball of dragonfire into the sky in a victorious gesture, and then spread its wings and flew away.

When Kyle arrived, Newt was examining the short-nosed dragon.

In fact, this task is not as simple as it seems.

The Dragon was already annoyed by the loss... and in its anger, it didn't care whether they were there to help with healing or what, and sneezed right in front of Newt.

A flame brushed past his hair and landed on the tree behind him.

Newt was already used to this kind of situation and skillfully took out his wand.

"Stupefy!"

The short-nosed dragon shook its head; although it hadn't completely lost consciousness, it had calmed down considerably.

"The rest is up to you," Newt said without turning his head, smearing Essence of Dittany on its neck.

Kyle sighed.

So he's just a translator, huh...?

But to be honest, this isn't the first or second time this has happened, and he's gotten used to it.

It's just that before it was chatting with the Demiguise and the Occamy, and now it's with the Dragon. There's essentially no difference.

Kyle walked up to the head of the Swedish Short-Snout and said a few words to it.

Upon realizing that it could understand the human wizard's words, the short-nosed dragon raised its head in surprise.

However, it soon felt much better in its injured area, and then it closed its eyes slightly.

Its throat moved, making a very soft gurgling sound.

Hearing this sound, Newt laughed and said, "Indeed, bringing you here is much more convenient. Otherwise, I would have had to use Potions to calm it down."

Was it just expressing gratitude?

"No..."

Kyle's lips twitched. "Actually, it's calling us nosy, and it's saying really nasty things."

Newt paused for a moment, his hand holding the bottle still.

"If you ask me, let's just forget about it."

Kyle said irritably, "Essence of Dittany is so expensive, it's a bit of a waste to use it on yourself."