Chapter 277 About the Hungarian Fire Dragon Reserve

"Since humans and dragons met on this land, any attempt to establish a town within three miles of a dragon's habitat has unfortunately failed. Therefore, living within a dragon's habitat, without a doubt, means Life may be in danger at any time.

"With that in mind, this handbook is intended to prepare you, the intern researchers, or at least have a brief understanding of those fearsome magical creatures - hell, that's what you're doing!"

Anthony flipped back. In the preface of the next few pages, the editor listed several stupid things that the staff of the reserve had done: collecting dragon dung in front of the fire dragon; chanting the water spell in front of the fire dragon that was spitting fire; The dragon egg used the Flying Spell; Apparated into the fire dragon's lair - facing three young hornets that loved hunting games - and split again when they escaped by Apparating, eventually becoming two Afternoon tea with hornets in different sub-regions.

He quickly skipped the editor's scathing complaint ("Don't try to ride a dragon any more than you try to cook a barbecue with a strong fire") and flipped to the table of contents.

Chapter 1 is "Components of a Protected Area and Map Guide", Chapter 2 is "Emergency Measures: Where to Find Fireproofing Materials", Chapter 3 "Escape from Angry Fire Dragons" is followed by Chapter 4 "Properly Fight”. Each chapter was written by a different author, and their photos lined the edge of the table of contents. A few smiled and waved, but many more glared at anyone who opened the book.

Anthony turned back a few more pages. The first was an expandable map, which simply drew the forests, grasslands and rivers of the reserve, and marked with red pen the places where hornets like to move ("Sheep Catching Area") Water Source", "Isabella's Lair", "Monica's Lair", "Hera's Lair"), with a few lines of small words below emphasizing the minimum number of people and the worst broom configuration to go to these areas.

In addition, relatively safe routes are marked in green ink on the map. Some are because other magical animals live there, and some are because the fire dragon doesn't like the smell of certain herbs there. In the larger green area in the dormitory area, there is a place highlighted with a green asterisk. Anthony stuck his head out of the wall again and compared it with the map for a while, but couldn't figure out where it was.

His question was answered after skipping a few sections of terrain description. The text, composed entirely of capital letters, looked like a silent howling letter.

“The location marked with an asterisk contains the most important security measures in the entire reserve. You can find the Separation Application Form there. Quill and ink are also ready! Please feel free to go to this location to sign the Separation Agreement at any time! "

After this, the paragraphs return to normal font, and it seems that the person who wrote the article has calmed down a bit.

“It is better to voluntarily leave alive than to leave passively dead, because we are not yet prepared to provide any leaving gifts to the ghosts.

"After leaving the service, you will get a Hungarian Horntail model. If you fought here, you can take it as a medal; if you really enjoyed life in this reserve, you can take it as a souvenir; if you Hate the experience, you can treat it like a Muggle rubber duck and press it into the bathtub during bath time."

A trainee researcher who had also opened this manual underlined "rubber duck" and drew a question mark next to it.

Beneath the question mark, another person in purple ink scrawled in the margins: “For those Durmstrang graduates, if you don’t know what a rubber duck is, ask your neighbor from Beauxbatons. Colleagues. For those Hogwarts graduates who don't know about rubber ducks, yes, your Muggle Studies curriculum is long gone. In short, they are the exact opposite of dragon dung: cheap. Artificial, useless, but it makes you happy.”

Anthony took a pen from his backpack and drew a very small rubber duck in black ink below the line, squeezing it into the blank space between the writing and the page number.

…

The next morning, Anthony woke up to a bright, blinding light. The white walls of the entire house were bright, as if it was a summer noon outside, and the strong sunlight penetrated the eggshell-like walls and shone directly on the small bed.

There is a light gray, irregular shadow on the ground, slowly changing the shape of the edge, and the cat is sitting in the center of the shadow. It raised its head and was studying the green-lit area on the wall at night. It's the darkest there now, but it still has a bit of inconspicuous green.

Anthony sat up and glanced at the time in confusion. Four fifty in the morning.

He heard the sound of washing coming from the dormitory next door. Several people were talking loudly in Hungarian, their voices so slurred it sounded like they were chewing toothbrushes and sucking toothpaste. Then there was the clack of slippers, the squeal of the hourglass, grunts, more conversations and shouting.

He suspected he heard his and Hagrid's names, and it took him a moment to realize it was Charlie.

"Henry, Hagrid? Are you awake?" Charlie asked, not very loudly.

"Yes, awake," said Anthony. He found that the ghost mouse was sleeping in the gap between the bed and his slippers, and the ghost chicken occupied the bedside table, right on top of the "For Internship Researcher".

"Is that Charlie and Henry?" Hagrid asked, and then there was a very loud crashing sound, "Ouch, what - are you all awake?"

"Wake up!" Another voice joined their conversation.

Hagrid sounded confused: "Who's talking?"

"Go away, Gabor," said Charlie. "Whatever you broke, Hagrid, don't worry about it. Katalin will make sure everything is okay."

"Oh, that's good," Hagrid muttered. "I'm afraid the bathroom door is a little too small -"

Charlie said: "I guarantee that the dormitories in the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary do not have these problems. Our house is very big, and the doors and windows are also very big."

Gabor said sourly: "Yes, because you don't have to worry about a fire dragon sticking its head through your window in the middle of the night."

"That's right." Charlie admitted, "There are too many wizards hunting horned dragons, and no surviving horned dragons will take the initiative to come to the dormitory area."

"Really?" Hagrid sounded very disappointed, "No?"

…

The white light on the wall of the dormitory gave Anthony the illusion of a sunny day. He leaned out of the wall and discovered that the sky above the Fire Dragon Sanctuary was also covered with clouds. People kept coming out of the small dragon-egg-shaped room, wrapped in fur coats and gloves, with their sleeves and trouser legs tied tightly.

The cold wind was blowing, and the sky was only half-dark. On the lawn outside the dormitory area, there was a ring of white velvet frost hanging on the edges of the grass blades, which shone faintly in the weak sunlight. Further away, the meadows and forests were also shrouded in such a half-dark light, and a few streaks of black smoke rolled up from the distant hills. The ground seemed to be shaking faintly due to the roar of the fire dragon.

"Good morning, Henry," Charlie greeted. He was wearing a thick black and green leather coat, with the words "R.D.S." and a pair of fire dragon wings embossed on the breast pocket, and a leather holster dedicated to the wand hung around his waist.

"Good morning," said Anthony, seeing Gabor walking towards them, buttoning his fur coat.

"When are you leaving?" Gabor asked Charlie.

"After breakfast." After Charlie answered, he glanced at Hagrid's house and asked with some worry, "Has Hagrid fallen asleep again?"

"I'm packing!" Hagrid rumbled.

"Don't worry," Charlie said, "We still have a lot of time."

Anthony met Gabor's eyes, nodded and smiled at him. He noticed that the hem of Gabor's coat was also dyed with a pair of fire dragon wings using yellow dye, but the words next to it changed to "H.D.S."

Gabor followed his gaze and glanced down: "Oh, this is the sign of our protected area." He pointed to the three letters, "Hungarian Fire Dragon Reserve."

Anthony nodded and quickly compared the dragon wing patterns on the leather jacket and coat, but still couldn't see any difference.

Charlie asked: "What's wrong - oh, good morning, Hagrid!"

As soon as Hagrid's furry, huge head protruded from the dormitory wall, Gabor exclaimed in awe: "Cool!"

"Have you packed your luggage yet?" Anthony asked.

"Almost." Hagrid said happily, his eyes lighting up as he roared again, "Oh...Hungarian Horntail...isn't this wonderful, Henry?"

"I guess it's always nice to see something new," Anthony said.

Hagrid leaned out of the house quite easily, still clutching the donkey skin bag.

"Did you just say that we would set off after breakfast?" He asked Charlie enthusiastically and stepped out of the room. "How long does it take to get to the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary?"

"A second or an hour, depending on whether you use the floo network or the aerial broom." Gabor replied, looking at Hagrid, "I am Gabor, Gabor Nagy, nice to meet you. "

"Oh!" Hagrid shook hands with Gabor in surprise, "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, my friends call me Hagrid." He also saw the fire dragon wings pattern on Gabor's body, "Then It's the Welsh Green Dragon, right? The least troublesome fire dragon?"

"Yes, yes." Gabor said, his smile getting wider. "You know, all fire dragon sanctuaries use the Welsh green dragon pattern, which symbolizes the harmonious coexistence of humans and dragons." He looked at it Tian Se, "I'm very hungry. Let's go to the restaurant, okay?"

"I won't object to the proposal. Seriously, I'm hungry too," said Charlie. "Hagrid - you can leave your luggage and we'll be back after dinner. Henry?"

"Sure, let's go," Anthony agreed.

Led by Gabor and Charlie, they walked towards the center of the dormitory area. People kept passing by them in a hurry, and some people were trotting over in the opposite direction. Their mouths were full and they were chewing hard.

Several people rode a black broomstick that Anthony had never seen before, passing over their heads, and the hem of their coat brushed against Hagrid's head. Hagrid looked up in surprise, and Gabor shouted something in Hungarian. Everyone around them laughed, and those on broomsticks turned back and raised their hands in apology.

"Brooms are not allowed in the dormitory area," Gabor told Hagrid and Anthony, "but there is always someone who needs to rush to do this or that..."

A few more people passed them quickly. They wore strange shoes and hurried along in a half-walking, half-hopping manner.

"They are going after Monica." Gabor explained. "Monica seems to want to move her nest recently. We need to keep records and predict her target location. Hopefully she will not plan to move to the protected area." Otherwise, we will have to spend a lot of energy trying to get rid of this idea——"

Charlie groaned: "Isn't it, she started again?" He told the two people who had just arrived at the reserve from Hogwarts, "Monica is a Hungarian Horntail, a very aggressive female dragon... She almost moved out of the reserve last year. The Hungarian reserve asked us to borrow a lot of people, and it took us five months to reluctantly keep her in the reserve.”

Anthony said sympathetically: "Oh my gosh, that must be hard."

Hagrid said, "Gee, why not expand the protected area?"

"Because all areas of the Fire Dragon Sanctuary must be approved by the International Federation of Wizards and hidden with magic." Gabor said, "However, speaking of this, Charlie, maybe Monica will plan to go to Romania this time. Settling down."

"No." Charlie refused, "The Romanian Longhorned Dragon is pretty good. Hungarian Horntail? No, thank you. The Hungarian reserve can keep them."

Gabor said: "To be fair, the fire dragon doesn't know that we are two protected areas."

Charlie sighed: "To be honest, many people can't tell us apart. Sometimes, I also wonder why all sanctuaries are using Welsh Green Dragons, but only Romania and Hungary use a pair of wings. I heard when I came here that we were planning to merge our two protected areas—"

"That's because there was only one protected area more than ten years ago." said a voice next to them.

Anthony turned his head and saw Katalin getting off the broomstick in high spirits.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Katalin asked. Anthony and Hagrid both nodded, "Very good."

"What does that mean, Katalin?" Gabor asked, "There is only one protected area?"

"That's what it means literally. We were originally a large protected area that also contained Romanian Longhorns, Hungarian Horntails and some other fire dragons." Katalin said as she walked with them towards the restaurant, "Later Romania The Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Magic in Hungary were stupid and broke up the protected area, but they have regretted it recently. You know, the Ministry of Magic has always been like this..." She suddenly turned to Anthony and Hagrid, "The British Ministry of Magic will be better. ?"

"Huh?" Hagrid said.

"I'm afraid not," said Anthony, and then added sincerely, "It might be worse."

"Oh, really?" Katalin sounded a little surprised.

"Let me be specific, the big shots at the Ministry are probably no better than the rest of the Ministry," said Anthony. "There are still quite a few nice people among the staff and Aurors - for example, I have a very lovely My friend works at the Ministry of Magic, Arthur Weasley.”

Charlie laughed: "Thanks, Henry."

"Is that one of your Weasley brothers?" Gabor asked curiously, "I know you have a brother who works in Egypt. Is Arthur your brother?"

"No..." Charlie said, and then he suddenly choked on the cold wind that was poured into his mouth, and coughed violently.

"Arthur is Charlie's father," Anthony explained.

Katalin said: "I thought that after identifying Monica as Isabella's daughter and Hera as Isabella's sister, you gave up trying to guess other people's biological relationships. Bol."

"The restaurant's here," Gabor said.