Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 346 Chris' Discrimination
"It's really timely..."

Newt wiped the sweat from his brow and asked, "Aren't you with the Romanian Ministry of Magic? How did you get here?"

"The matter has been dealt with."

Chris stepped forward, and together with Kyle, they used the Whirlwind Curse to pull the Romanian ceratopsian out of the swamp.

"Honestly, these days are so boring, I have to accompany them to various events and work meetings.

And it's not over yet, I'll have to write at least five reports when I get back to the Ministry of Magic... I wouldn't have come if I had known. "

"Working in the Ministry of Magic, you have to go through this."

Newt said with a smile: "Tina and Theseus were like this back then. Every time the mission was over, there were endless reports."

"yes……"

Chris sighed, and then he and Newt checked the situation of the Romanian ceratopsian.

"Lack of strength, and a few other bones are broken." Newt found a bottle of potion from the box and poured it into the dragon's mouth. "But fortunately, it was not fatal, and there was no serious trauma. It should heal."

After dealing with the fire dragon's injury, he took out another conch-like object and tapped it a few times with his wand.

Soon, several dragon breeders flew over on broomsticks.

After thanking Newt, Kyle and Chris, they put the dragon in a special black cage and flew away with it.

There is a barren valley at the very edge of the reserve, the remote location is the most suitable place to house these seriously injured dragons,
Chris stayed after that.

With his joining, Kyle had nothing to do at all, and began to concentrate on picking up equipment.

He also learned a very useful spell from Chris, which is a kind of cleaning spell, which can gather light things around.

In this way, it will be much more convenient to collect dragon blood.

When the scuffle ended, the three of them returned to the venue together.

Kyle was going back to the tent to count the harvest, while Chris decided to visit the nearby wizard gathering place.

"I heard that the first thing the dragon breeders here do after they get their salary is to buy a pair of Old John's anti-spell gloves."

In front of the tent, Chris said: "I have already inquired about the location of the shop, which is in the middle of the gathering place.

If only spell-resistant gloves were that good, they'd be just as good as a present for your mother. "

"What about mine..." Kyle raised his head abruptly, "Is it also a glove?"

"Your what?" Chris blinked and asked inexplicably.

"Gift."

"What gift..." Chris was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized, "Oh, if you want it too..."

He held out a hand, "A pair of gloves is fifty Galleons, I can buy them for you."

"More money?" Kyle thought for a moment that he had heard it wrong.

We are all a family, why should we treat them differently?

"Otherwise." Chris said as a matter of course: "I have already delivered your birthday present, and don't think I don't know, you have picked up a lot of good things these days.

Light dragon blood is calculated by pint, plus those teeth, scales, claws and the like...

Your two-day harvest is more than my two-month salary. "

"That's what I picked up bit by bit... I can only sleep four hours a day, it's very hard." Kyle whispered: "And I keep those things for myself, I don't want to sell them. Already."

"Don't talk so much."

Chris glanced at him, "Do you want to help, or I will leave.

But to be honest, the anti-spell gloves here are really good, several grades higher than those in other places, and the price of sixty galleons is not too expensive. "

"Sixty Galleons?" Kyle raised his head, "Didn't you just say fifty Galleons?"

"It's usually fifty Galleons." Chris said calmly, "But it's rare to come here, so I must buy a better one. Anyway, it's only ten Galleons more."

Kyle gave him a suspicious look, but Chris' expression didn't change, he just told him to make a decision quickly, and said that the door might be closed later.

At his urging, Kyle thought about it and decided to buy a pair.

It's rare to come here, and you should really bring some souvenirs back home.

"How about I go with you?"

"No need." Chris shook his head, "It's quite chaotic there, and there are often unidentified wizards haunting it, so it's not suitable for underage wizards like you.

Just let me buy it for you, and you stay here with Mr. Scamander. "

"Then... okay." Kyle took out a small bag from his pocket.

These are the thirty Galleons that Professor Locknell gave him before.

He put another thirty Galleons in it, and handed it out together.

Chris pursed his lips.

Sixty Galleons is not a small amount. He didn't expect that Kyle would actually take it out, and he would... not change his face, as if it was sixty Sickles.

How much money did this kid earn in school...

But Chris didn't say anything, and left the tent after receiving the money.

Kyle continued to count the things on the table.

It is still the old rule, half of the dragon's blood belongs to each person, and everything else belongs to him.

Kyle felt a little embarrassed at first, so he deliberately poured more for Newt when distributing the dragon's blood.

But Newt smiled and shook his head, taking the smaller bottle.

In the evening, Chris came back and threw Kyle a pair of black and gray gloves.

The gloves are made of dragon skin, and they feel hard and rough on the outside, but they don't affect the movement at all after wearing them, and they can automatically change the size according to the different palms.

Just this point is much better than his original pair of dragon leather gloves.

The standard gloves were a little too big for him, and they would slip down if he didn't pay attention, which was somewhat surprising and inconvenient to use.

As for the anti-spell effect... Kyle didn't try it, but since Chris bought it back, it means that it must be no problem.

At night, bonfires were lit on the grounds.

Chris walked out of the tent with the dragon brandy he bought from the bar, and sat with a few acquaintances, grilling meat, drinking and chatting.

Although the possibility of accidents is unlikely, they didn't dare to drink too much just in case. Each of them only had a small cup, which amounted to less than one sip in total.

"This is not authentic!"

Charlie pursed his lips, "You must have bought the inferior goods that Old Brown used to deceive wizard tourists."

"Fake?" Chris took another sip, he drank pretty well.

"That old dog is very shrewd, and the technology of brewing wine is also very good, even if we are occasionally fooled."

Charlie didn't explain too much, just smiled and said, "Give me the bottle later, and I'll change two bottles for you. Really.

Authentic dragon brandy, when you drink the first sip, it can really make people spit fire. "

Chris looked at the cup in his hand in surprise, he really didn't know this.

While they were chatting, Kyle found Professor Locknell in the crowd, and sold all the defective products to him according to the previous agreement.

Since Chris replaced Kyle's work before, after he had more free time, he gained a lot more than last time.

Two packs, a total of 53 Galleons.

Adding on the previous thirty Galleons, the money for the anti-spell gloves came back in an instant, and there was still a surplus.

(End of this chapter)