The Stubborn Tree Bee

After all, they were dragon keepers, and they shared a deep bond with dragons.

When they saw the Liondragon, only eight months old, being packed into Newt's case, everyone's eyes were filled with reluctance. When it came to the Hungarian Horntail, they wept tears of joy as well.

Especially the five dragon keepers who had brought it over. Several hulking men with bulging muscles actually hugged one another and burst into tears on the spot.

"The days of constant anxiety... are finally over..."

"Mr. Scamander... what a good man..."

"From today on, you're my idol..."

"Tomorrow, I'm buying ten copies of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!"

"I'm buying a hundred!"

Everyone chimed in one after another, so enthusiastic they practically worshipped Newt.

Drols was grinning too. For once, he even pulled out a bottle of brandy and took a satisfied swig.

Dragon keepers were not allowed to drink while working, especially hard liquor, because the smell of alcohol could stir a dragon's appetite. You never knew when you might get bitten, and for dragon keepers, that could be fatal.

But Drols was simply too happy to care about that... At worst, he would take half a day off. At least for today, all he wanted was a proper drink.

Kyle sat there expressionlessly. He could see it clearly now: this Hungarian Horntail was definitely no pushover.

What kind of decent dragon, even after being hit by a Stunning Spell, still tried to whip people with its tail?

Drols was the same.

Perhaps he had already had this idea when he suggested replacing the dragon egg with a hatchling.

This had been a setup from the start. Maybe Drols's goal all along had been to send away this Hungarian Horntail.

And yet Kyle had fallen right into it. After