Those Who Deal with Magical Creatures Are No Easy Task

Oak Barrel Tavern.

It's also the most popular spot near the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary; it's always packed with people whenever it's open.

The dragon owners often come here during their holidays to enjoy a glass of brandy or almond mead to relax.

Besides them, there were quite a few other customers as well.

This place is a bit like the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade; it's full of all sorts of people... tourists who come from afar, hooded men in black whose faces are obscured, and an old witch who looks like a villain...

Of course, there are also those that are not human.

For example, right now, sitting on the far right of the bar is a Goblin carrying a tattered bag, who goes around swindling and cheating people but claims to be a wandering merchant.

Not far from it, there was a centaur who seemed to have come from some unknown tribe and was keen on performing Divination for shamans.

"Bang!"

The door to the Oak Barrel Tavern was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and some people instinctively turned their heads to take a look.

The one who entered was a frail-looking wizard, wearing glasses, who looked like the kind of office worker who often sat in the Ministry of Ministry of Magic's office writing reports.

I guess they're just tourists who came because they've heard so much about it...

After all, the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary is quite famous, attracting many tourists every year.

People didn't pay any attention and turned back to drinking and bragging. Only a few regulars would occasionally mutter to themselves that the shrewd Brown was going to make a small fortune selling counterfeit alcohol again.

But nobody really bothers to remind them... They're just tourists, it doesn't matter what they do, as long as they're drinking the real thing.

The wizard entered the bar without stopping or ordering a drink at the counter, and went straight to a table in the corner.

There sat two people: one was a burly man with a thick beard, and the other wore a long black robe that concealed his face under a wide hood.

Roy failed.

After sitting down, the bespectacled wizard picked up the Dragon brandy on the table and poured himself a glass before continuing, "Of the twelve people, except for Roy who escaped by betraying his companions, everyone else had their wands taken away."

Just now, the Auror from the Romanian Ministry of Magic took them all away.

"I told you before, he couldn't possibly succeed..."

The hooded wizard swirled the brandy in his glass. "But that fool just wouldn't believe it."

"But I've heard their plan, and it seems like there shouldn't be any problems."

The burly man opposite him finished his drink in one gulp, frowned and said, "The melee ended just when the dragon breeders were at their most exhausted. In that state, they were almost unable to use Apparition anymore, which was when their mobility was at its worst."

There were twelve people, one of whom acted as bait to attract attention, while the rest attacked from different directions... The dragon breeders had no chance to react in time.

Even if they can't Apparition holding the dragon egg, they're using the best brooms; there's no reason they should all be wiped out.

"Just because the dragon breeder can't use Apparition doesn't mean others can't. Have you forgotten about those who were invited?"

"Or do you think they are all the kind of frail scholars?"

"Don't joke around." The hooded wizard sneered, "Dealing with Fantastic Beasts is not like visiting Muggle zoo... Those who are not strong enough would have died in some forest long ago, and of the rest, almost none of them are good people."

That old woman from North America once had a record of killing Giant.

And Newt Scamander even more outrageous; he fought Grindelwald multiple times in his youth and is still alive today... In the Wizarding World, very few people can do that."

"But that was over sixty years ago," the bespectacled wizard said casually. "He's old now."

"Dumbledore old," the hooded wizard sneered. "Why don't you give it a try? You might even make a name for yourself in one battle."

"Puff!"

The bespectacled wizard choked, spitting out a mouthful of wine all over the burly man's face.

"Philwin, you..."

"Sorry, Larry."

The bespectacled wizard... the man known as Philwin, quickly apologized, then turned to the other side and said helplessly:

"Please, don't say such scary things. Challenge Dumbledore? I'm not ready to die yet..."

"Since you know that, you should understand that a wizard's strength doesn't diminish with age."

The hooded wizard glanced at him. "And there are younger ones too... like that Chris."

Twelve years ago, just a few years after graduating from Hogwarts, on a full moon night, he single-handedly defeated two Werewolf in their transformed state, sending them fleeing in disarray.

Five years ago, he also captured Peruvian Vipertooth that had gone mad due to the influence of Dark Magic. Remember, he captured it alive, not killed it.

Do you think Roy's gang is stronger than the Werewolf in its transformed state, or more difficult to deal with than the berserk Peruvian Vipertooth?

"..."

Philwin and the burly man Kari, remained silent.

If Roy, that idiot, had that kind of strength, he wouldn't have needed to betray his companions to escape.

"Then what do we do?"

Larry asked, "Wait until those people leave before we make our move... They can't stay here forever, can they?"

"Make a move? Make what move?"

"Didn't you say before..."

"I'll remind you one last time, Larry." The hooded wizard looked up, revealing a familiar face.

He said coldly, "We're just here for sightseeing. If you accidentally let something slip or make some silly mistake, I wouldn't mind leaving you here forever to keep those dragon eggs company."

"I... I understand..." The burly man immediately shut his mouth.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Philwin quickly tried to smooth things over, comforting her, "The reserve was obviously prepared. Roy and his gang are the best example of what can happen. If you don't want to join them, just listen to Oren and watch the show."

Then he turned his head and changed the subject, saying, "And you, Oren, I was just about to say this, why are you wearing a hoodie in the bar? Don't you want to attract attention enough?"

"Just in case."

Oren took off his hood. "A dragon breeder named Charlie knows me. It'll be trouble if he sees me."

I have other things to do right now, but I don't have time to deal with those Auror and Hit Wizard.

"Haha... aren't you his professor? Why are you afraid of your own student?"

Philwin chuckled and joked, "But every time I think about this, I find it unbelievable."

To evade the Ministry of Magic's thorough search, you actually went to Hogwarts and became Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for a year, and even managed to escape after being discovered. You're something else!"

"I've always been lucky."

Oren stood up. "Let's go back to sleep. This wine is good; buy two bottles to take with you later."

"Alright."

Philwin shrugged, took the empty bottle, walked to the bar, and said to the old wizard who was wiping glasses, "Two more of these, please."

"Dragon Brandy?" The old wizard looked up. "Thirty Galleon a bottle."

"So expensive?" Philwin paused as he reached for his money.

"I've been selling Dragon Brandy for fifty years, and it's always been this price. You can ask other people; everyone's paying the same."

The old wizard said, "However, if you buy two bottles, I can give you a discount."

"How many?"

"Fifty-nine Galleon and Sickle."

What's this, a 1% discount?

Philwin was somewhat speechless, but still took out sixty Galleon.

"Two bottles, please."

It wasn't that he cared about the discount of nine Sickle; the main thing was that the wine tasted really good, and he quite liked it.

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