"Hagrid?" Charlie glanced at Madame Maxime, whose eyes were fixed on the dragons, then looked up at Hagrid with a slight frown. "This isn't what we agreed on, is it?"
"It doesn't really matter, does it..." Hagrid laughed it off, then quickly changed the subject. "How was the journey? Everything go smoothly?"
"The journey was all right, but after we got here... well, you saw just now. These big fellows aren't very fond of their new surroundings." Charlie turned to look at the dragons with some resignation.
"It took the combined efforts of the Dragon Sanctuaries in Romania, Sweden, Canada, Guyana, and Mongolia to get this many suitable dragons. With all the coordination involved, it was no easy job."
Hagrid gave a few distracted replies. His mind was not on this at all; right now, even Madame Maxime's importance to him probably had to take second place.
"Look at these beautiful big fellows. Aren't they magnificent? Oh, that Hungarian Horntail really is fierce, of course. I saw it just now-that blast of dragon breath reached over thirty feet, didn't it?" Hagrid clucked in wonder.
"That one's from our sanctuary," Charlie said, smiling and shaking his head. "I've seen it breathe fire over forty feet."
"Merlin's beard," Hagrid exclaimed admiringly. "By the way, what kinds have you brought this time? I saw the Hungarian Horntail, an Antipodean Opaleye, and that's a Wales Green Dragon... hmm, a Hebridean Black Dragon? That one's not exactly docile either, is it? Is that... an Ironbelly? A Peruvian Vipertooth... that's bigger than I expected... is that one a Catalonian Fireball?"
"You certainly know quite a lot, Hagrid." Charlie nodded with a grin. "There was originally a Chinese Fireball as well, but something came up before we left, so we couldn't bring it. That was a beautiful