Romanian Longhorn

Over this period of time, Birdman had come to understand.

Even if he wanted to do anything, the Dragon Sanctuary had to take the first step first. Otherwise, everything he said would be pointless. And the key to that first step was a large pile of Galleons.

They had brought a full three thousand Galleons. If he gave them absolutely nothing in return, even he would feel it was excessive.

And a legal dragon-keeping certificate that would take effect after ninety-eight years... that was practically a century. To be fair, the request really wasn't unreasonable.

As for the promised dragon-raising expenses and dragon eggs... even if he was still alive by then, he would have retired long ago. What the people who took over afterward did had nothing to do with him.

Birdman's change in attitude happened so quickly that Dumbledore, standing nearby, was dumbfounded.

He had no idea what had just happened. He had heard every word the two of them said, yet he simply could not figure out when their attitudes had changed so completely.

How had Mr. Birdman Strick, who had just stubbornly refused to issue a legal dragon-keeping certificate, suddenly become the proactive one?

Meanwhile, Kyle was the one making excuses.

Could it be that he had been too weak just now, accidentally fallen asleep, and missed part of the conversation?

That couldn't be right...

Dumbledore, who had lost part of his memory, could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought. All he could say was that everything Kyle was doing was completely beyond his understanding.

But the other two present had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking. Of course, even if they had known, they would not have cared.

Kyle simply didn't mind.

As for Birdman... ha, he was only an