The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 279 Arriving in Romania
They shuttled among the clouds for a while, passed by several teams of dragon guards looking for poachers, and bypassed a roaring, flashing smoke - "There must be another fight." Charlie was surprised. Not surprisingly, Hagrid stretched his neck reluctantly - and then descended slightly, just enough to avoid a tongue of fire.

"Phew, it's so dangerous!" Charlie said easily, leading them through the forest.

A river meanders through the bare trees, faintly reflecting the light. Anthony saw several people wearing those weird shoes jumping briskly across the water and jumping deeper into the woods. After flying over a certain ridge, some unmelted snow suddenly appeared in the forest, scattered on the exposed dark soil. Going further, the ground is almost completely covered with white snow.

"The Romanian Reserve is ahead," Charlie said, "We're almost there."

"That's great," Anthony said.

Romanian longhorned dragons don't sound as fond of roaring as Hungarian hornbills. If Charlie hadn't signaled him to listen to the occasional horn-like sound in the distance, Anthony might not have realized that they had arrived at the world's largest Romanian longhorned dragon habitat. Hagrid kept opening his pockets to check the gifts he had brought to Norbert.

Different from the dormitories in the Hungarian Fire Dragon Sanctuary, the dormitories in the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary are small red-roofed houses randomly distributed in the open space, with regular-sized doors and windows. However, between the large and small houses, there are long black poles with golden tops standing everywhere, casting long shadows on the snow. They slid lightly over one of the long poles and circled around the dormitory area.

"What's that?" Anthony asked, pointing to the long pole.

"What?" Charlie looked sideways, "Oh, just like the dragon egg-shaped dormitory, it is also to prevent fire dragons from attacking us. Horned dragons usually don't attack each other, and they are all a group of short-sighted people. They They will rely on the golden horns and smell to determine whether the other party is a horned dragon," he said thoughtfully, "I heard that Muggles nearby also put some shiny things high on the house..."

"Have they ever been attacked by a horned dragon?" Anthony asked worriedly.

Charlie said, checking the stretcher broom next to Anthony, and with Hagrid's help, he put it into an empty space on the top shelf.

Charlie jumped off the broom and stretched: "This trip went really well."

The stretcher broom slid in lightly with a pleasant click. Immediately, some watering cans, brushes, rags and the like floated over, washing and wiping around the broom.

"Really? That's really good news," Anthony said, standing up from his broom as well. Snow crunched beneath his feet. Anthony stamped his feet, happy to be on the ground again. He lay on an overhead stretcher for nearly an hour.

"Ouch, that can't be Nimbus 2001!" Hagrid said, looking at a badly worn broom next to him.

"There are very few, or almost none." Charlie said, "At least in the past five or six years, there has never been any violation of confidentiality laws in our protected area. Longhorned dragons are a type of fire dragon that don't like to move their nests, and they only They will fly and practice flying on specific orbits... Poachers like their habit too much..." He sighed, "Anyway, I heard that Muggles will also erect a shiny stick on the house. The pole may be a habit left over from past experiences.”

They circled and landed in front of a long house. Under Charlie's leadership, the three broomsticks - including Hagrid's load-bearing broom - turned a corner lightly and stopped in the open space.

"No, that's the Agile F1990." Charlie glanced at it, "It was the model from two or three years ago. The most advanced Agile broom now is the Agile Q2000 from the Hungarian Reserve."

"The broom warehouse." Charlie introduced, walking in with the broom and scanning the shelves.

Hagrid had already stood on the ground and was looking at the dormitory area. The holly wreath hanging on the door gives the place a more distinctly Christmas feel than the Hungarian Horntail Sanctuary, but that's about it.

Above the snow, there is no giant Christmas tree, no elves flying around, flying gold dust or sleighs wrapped in green and red ribbons. Anthony found this understandable, considering they were living right in front of a horde of fire dragons - right in front of their noses.

"What's the difference between an agility broom and a Quidditch broom?" Anthony asked curiously.

"That's really nice," Hagrid said, looking at the lively scene with some fascination.

This long house has a high and wide door. Charlie pulled out his wand and knocked on the door. The door slowly sank below the ground, revealing the scene behind it: in the dim light, Anthony could see hundreds of brooms sleeping quietly on the full shelves, and some were piled haphazardly in the corners. , some handles have peeled paint, revealing the grain of the wood, while others show a mottled color that has experienced smoke and fire.

"Agility brooms are lighter, focus more on dodging and turning, and are usually high-altitude brooms." Charlie said with insight, "Quidditch brooms pursue speed and require easy operation. Quidditch brooms also have better load-bearing capacity. Agility broomstick operators are generally lighter than professional Quidditch players, just as heavy-duty broomstick operators need to be stronger than others. We also use Quidditch brooms, but usually for general transportation."

"You could try convincing Mrs. Hogwarts to install one for Hogwarts," Charlie laughed, "and you'll save time waxing your broomsticks in the winter."

At this moment, a burst of noisy voices suddenly came from the door. A group of people wearing leather jackets like Charlie appeared out of nowhere, stepped over the load-bearing broom next to Hagrid, rushed into the warehouse, and grabbed the broom and rushed out.

"What's wrong?" Hagrid said confused, looking down at people running around him. Anthony caught a few English words in the chaos that sounded like "again" and "fire."

"It's okay, I didn't hear the bell." Charlie said, "It's not a very urgent situation."

He nodded to a few of them, said a quick "good morning" to each other, and watched as they mounted their brooms and flew away. The warehouse quickly became quiet again.

"Hagrid, you can put the load-bearing broom here," Charlie said, pointing to the wall.

Just as Hagrid was carrying the broom, another person walked in from the warehouse door.

"Hey, Andrea, good morning," Charlie greeted.

"Good morning," Andrea said. She is a tall girl with black hair tied into a high ponytail. She looks to be about the same age as Charlie.

"Aren't you on night shift?" Charlie asked.

"We are short of manpower," Andrea said. "There should have been a team coming over just now to get brooms."

"Yes, we met. What happened?" Charlie asked.

"Norbert has set fire to the birches in the east again." Andrea said calmly, while quickly tightening her belt and putting on her hat, "Delma and his team have already set off, but Norbert seems to be still lighting a fire. . They dare not extinguish the flames in front of Norbert, so we need to control the fire from the outside and not let it spread too much... Agile broom, get up!"

A slender broom suddenly jumped into her hand from the pile of brooms. She nodded to them, climbed on her broom, and flew away.

"Oh, Norbert, no wonder. It does this from time to time." Charlie said, bending down to carefully examine the broom under him, "I need to find a chance to return them to Katalin..."

"A bad-tempered Norwegian Ridgeback, I know," Anthony said.

"That's not just a bad temper." Charlie said, "That's a rare bad temper. You have been warned, it may not welcome you to its territory. Maybe it will light another birch forest for you. Woolen cloth."

"I hope not," said Anthony. "What do you think, Hagrid?"

Hagrid didn't answer.

"Hagrid?"

Anthony turned his head and was surprised to see Hagrid's eyes filled with tears.

"Hagrid?" he said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Norbert..." Hagrid's tone was trembling, "Norbert lit a birch forest on fire..."

"Don't worry, Hagrid," said Charlie. "The horned dragon often sets the woods on fire, too. That's what the fire dragon does. We'll take care of it."

Anthony also said: "Didn't the lady just say that they are very professional. Unlike Hogwarts, Norbert will not cause any trouble here."

Big tears rolled down from Hagrid's eyes: "Norbert...has grown up! He can light up a whole forest! Oh, I'm so happy, Henry! Did you hear it? A whole forest... A forest!”

(End of this chapter)