Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 348 There is no such thing as a bad thing for those who deal with magical animals

Oak Barrel Bar.

It is also the most popular place near the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary. No matter what time it is open, it is always crowded.

 People who keep dragons often come here during their vacations and order a glass of brandy or almond mead to relieve their fatigue.

 Besides them, there are also many other customers.

This place is a bit like the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade. There are everyone in it... tourists who come here to visit, people in black with hoods whose faces can't be seen, and an old witch who looks like a villain...

 Of course, there are also those who are not human.

For example, right now, there is a goblin sitting on the far right side of the bar who is carrying a tattered bag and deceives people everywhere but claims to be a wandering businessman.

Not far from it, there was a centaur who ran out of an unknown tribe and was keen on giving divination to wizards.

"boom!"

The door of the Oak Barrel Bar was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and some people subconsciously turned their heads and took a look.

What came in was a frail-looking wizard, wearing a pair of glasses. He looked like the kind of clerk who often sits in the office of the Ministry of Magic and writes reports.

 It is probably another tourist who came here because of the reputation...

  After all, the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary is quite famous, and there are many tourists who come here every year.

People didn't pay attention and turned around and continued to drink and brag. Only a few regular customers would occasionally whisper, thinking that the shrewd old Brown could make a small fortune by selling fake wine again.

But no one will bother to remind you... They are just tourists, it doesn't matter what they do, as long as what they drink is real.

The wizard did not stop after entering the bar, nor did he go to the bar to order a drink, but went straight to a table in the corner.

There were two people sitting there, one was a burly man with a thick beard, and the other was wearing a black robe, hiding his entire face under a wide hood.

 “Roy failed.”

After the spectacled wizard sat down, he picked up the fire dragon brandy on the table and poured himself a glass, and then continued: "Twelve people, except Roy himself who betrayed his companions and ran away, the others all had their wands surrendered.

Just now, Aurors from the Romanian Ministry of Magic had taken them all away. "

 “I said before, he can’t succeed...”

The hooded wizard shook the brandy in the glass, "But that fool just doesn't believe it."

“But I’ve heard about their plan, and I feel like there should be no problem.”

The strong man opposite him drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, frowned and said: "The melee is over, it happens to be the time when the dragon farmers are the most exhausted. In that state, it is almost impossible for them to use apparation anymore. It is the maneuver When **** is at its worst.

 Twelve people, one of them acted as a bait to attract attention, and the rest attacked from different directions... It was impossible for those dragon farmers to react.

Even if they can’t apparate with the dragon eggs, they are using the best brooms, so there is no reason to catch them all in one go. "

“Dragon breeders can’t disapparate, but that doesn’t mean other people can’t either. Have you forgotten those who were invited?”

“Or do you think they are all the kind of weak scholars?”

"Don't be ridiculous." The hooded wizard sneered: "Dealing with magical animals is not like visiting a Muggle zoo... People who are not strong enough will die in a forest long ago, and the rest will become famous. , almost none of them are good.

 That old woman in North America once had a record of killing giants.

 Newt Scamander is even more exaggerated. He even fought against Grindelwald many times when he was young, and he is still alive today... In the magical world, there are not many people who can do this. "

“But that was more than sixty years ago.” The glasses wizard said casually: “He is old now.”

"Dumbledore is getting old too." The hooded wizard sneered: "How about you go and challenge? Maybe you can become famous in one battle."

 “Poof!”

The spectacled wizard choked, and a mouthful of wine was sprayed on the face of the strong man opposite.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　……

 “Sorry, Larry.”

 The spectacled wizard...the man known as Filwin quickly apologized, then turned to the other side and said helplessly:

"Please, don't say such scary things. Challenge Dumbledore? I haven't lived enough yet..."

“Now that you know it, you should understand that a wizard’s strength does not diminish with age.”

The hooded wizard glanced at him, "And the young one also has...that Chris. Twelve years ago, just a few years after he graduated from Hogwarts, on a full moon night, he single-handedly killed two people. The transformed werewolf fled.

Five years ago, he captured alive a Peruvian Venomous Tooth Dragon that went crazy due to the influence of black magic. Remember, he captured it alive, not killed it.

Do you think Roy and his gang are more powerful than the transformed werewolves, or are they more difficult to deal with than the crazy Peruvian Venomous Dragon? "

　　　…”

Phylwin and the strong man Cary both stopped talking.

If that idiot Roy had this kind of strength, he wouldn't need to betray his companions to escape.

 “Then what should we do?”

Larry asked: "Are you going to wait until those people leave before you do anything... They won't stay here forever."

 “Do it? Why do you do it?”

 “Didn’t you say before…”

“Let me remind you one last time, Larry.” The hooded wizard raised his head, revealing a familiar face.

He said coldly: "We are just here for fun. If you accidentally spill the beans or make any stupid mistakes, I don't mind letting you stay here forever, keeping company with those dragon eggs."

"I, I understand..." The strong man immediately shut his mouth.

The atmosphere is a bit stiff.

Filwin hurriedly smoothed things over and consoled him: "The reserve has obviously been prepared for this. People like Roy are the best examples. If you don't want to be with them, just listen to Oren and just watch the excitement."

Then he turned his head and changed the subject: "And you, Oren, I just wanted to say, why are you wearing a hood in the bar, do you think you are not conspicuous enough?"

 “Just in case.”

Oren took off his hood, "There is a dragon breeder named Charlie who knows me. If he sees me, I will be in trouble."

I have things to do now, but I don’t have time to deal with those hyena-like Aurors and strikers. "

"Haha... aren't you his professor? Why are you afraid of your own students?"

Filwin smiled and joked: "But every time I talk about this, I find it incredible.

In order to avoid the Ministry of Magic's sweeping searches, you actually went to Hogwarts to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a year, and even escaped smoothly after being discovered. You are really yours. "

 “I’ve always had good luck.”

Oren stood up and said, "Let's go back to bed. This wine is good. You can buy two bottles and take them with you later."

"Fine."

Filwin shrugged, walked to the bar with the empty bottle, and said to the old wizard who was cleaning the glass: "Here, two more bottles."

"Fire Dragon Brandy?" The old wizard raised his head, "Thirty galleons a bottle."

 “So expensive?” Fairwin’s hand that took out the money paused.

“I have been selling Fire Dragon Brandy for fifty years and it has always been at this price. If you don’t believe me, you can ask other people. Everyone is the same.”

 The old wizard said: "But if you buy two bottles, I can give you a discount."

"How many?"

“Fifty-nine galleons and ten sickles.”

 What is this, 99% off?

Filwin was a little speechless, but he still took out sixty galleons.

 “Here are two bottles.”

 It wasn’t that he cared about the nine-sip discount, but the main thing was that the wine tasted really good and he liked it quite a lot.

 …

   Thanks to the book friend Trooper1770; Hai Ziyuan; small to *, for the reward

 (End of this chapter)