The camp was orderly, with only a few Dragon Keepers tending to a Ukrainian Ironbelly, while the others were busy with their own tasks.
When Sebastian returned, the Dragon Keepers emerged, looking at him with awe.
This was the fierce individual who had single-handedly challenged nine black dragons.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he initially knocked out one black dragon with a single Stupefy, then used his superb flying skills to toy with the remaining eight.
The black dragons tried their hardest but couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes, something no Dragon Keeper could achieve.
Although the latter part of the battle was unseen, it was clear from his clean clothes and the unconscious black dragon behind him that he had easily won the fight.
Mia walked over with a smile, "All done?"
Sebastian puffed out his chest, "With me on the job, it's always a breeze. Let's go, follow Professor Scamander to deliver the dragons to where they belong."
Led by Newt, the three arrived at a specially enclosed area in the camp—the Dragon Sanctuary.
There were seven or eight dragons, firmly bound by fireproof chains, and surrounded by high-temperature resistant protective materials.
As the three approached, the dragons sensed the movement and immediately became agitated.
They violently shook their massive heads, spewing roaring hot air, as if ready to break free at any moment.
"Normally, you won't see so many dragons in the camp; they usually stay in their own territories," Newt explained to the two, "These are all individuals who were injured in fights over mates."
"After treatment, they will stay here to recover until they are fully healed before returning to the forest."
Newt pointed to these dragons, explaining in detail to Sebastian and Mia.
"This one is a Romanian Longhorn; it likes to gore its prey with its horns first, then roast it, but it got a lame leg after fighting a Hungarian Horntail."
"And that Hungarian Horntail didn't get off easy either; it has two large holes poked in its body."
"Look, the one at the very end is that Hungarian Horntail. They haven't completely settled their score yet, so the Dragon Keepers deliberately keep them far apart to prevent them from causing trouble again."
"Be careful, these injured ones don't have very good tempers..."
Before he finished speaking, Newt was surprised to find that the dragons were no longer agitated; instead, they were all lying obediently on the ground, staring intently at Sebastian with awe.
What's going on?
I just said your tempers aren't good, and now you've become docile. Isn't this making a fool of me on the spot!
But then again, what kind of magic does this kid Sebastian possess that even these dragons are afraid of him?
You know, this is their first time meeting.
"Sebastian, you first bind this black dragon with fireproof chains, and I'll go check if these guys took the wrong medicine."
With that, Newt walked towards the surrounding dragons and began communicating with them in Dragon-speak.
From the dragons' fragmented words, Newt finally understood that Sebastian had indeed been marked by those black dragons.
In the dragons' words, Sebastian was of their kind, having easily won an eight-on-one melee battle, a clear and verifiable record, making him the Dragon King recognized by the black dragon clan.
Facing such a fierce dragon, the other dragons naturally dared not act presumptuously; they could only obediently bow their heads.
After all, they hadn't even won a one-on-one battle, let alone challenging the entire black dragon clan. One must know that the black dragons' strength was not weak.
They had never seen such a formidable individual before.
Knowing this information, Newt's heart itched even more. He really wanted to know in what form this mark was left on Sebastian.
Also, why was Sebastian regarded as one of their kind by the dragons?
Thinking of this, Newt eagerly asked, "Sebastian, have you and Mia discussed it? Have you decided on any of my fantastic beasts?"
"No rush, no rush," Sebastian chuckled, "We'll be staying here for a few days. Let's go eat first, and after dinner, Mia can pick from your suitcase."
"The specialty barbecue here is very famous; we can't wait to try it."
After leaving the Dragon Sanctuary, Sebastian directly called Charlie, inviting him to join the three of them for a meal.
Hearing that Sebastian wanted to eat specialty barbecue, Charlie led the three directly to a small stream and personally prepared the barbecue for everyone.
Having been at the dragon reserve for so long, besides his dragon-taming skills, Charlie had long mastered the art of barbecuing.
"The most crucial part of barbecuing is the heat control; as long as the heat is well managed, half the barbecue is already a success."
Charlie transformed into a barbecue expert, meticulously imparting his barbecue secrets while sprinkling special seasoning on the meat. In a short while, the barbecue emitted a rich aroma.
Sebastian nodded repeatedly; with Charlie's skill, opening a barbecue restaurant in Hogsmeade New Town would definitely be a huge success.
Soon, the barbecue was ready. Charlie waved his wand, giving each person a large piece, and then poured each person a glass of fruit wine.
"This is my own brewed fruit wine, refreshing and delicious, with low alcohol content. It's a perfect match with barbecue. Don't be shy; there's more if you finish it."
Low alcohol content?
That sales pitch sounds a bit familiar.
In his previous life, people from Guangxi used to say the same thing when promoting their homemade wine.
They'd say their homemade wine had no alcohol content, and a breath of fresh air would sober you up.
If you actually believed them, you'd be knocked out cold.
One second you'd be bragging and joking, the next you'd black out directly, skipping even the head-shaking process, and the next day you wouldn't remember how you got home.
So, facing Charlie's fruit wine, Sebastian remained skeptical, worried that if he blacked out, it would be a huge embarrassment.
However, Charlie's craftsmanship was good; the fruit wine was sweet and sour, and it perfectly cut through the richness of the barbecue.
Newt's mind wasn't on eating at all; he completely disregarded the delicious food on his plate, instead promoting his creatures to Sebastian and Mia while he ate.
"If you ask me, the Niffler is the best. It's intelligent, understands people, and has decent combat power. The French Ministry of Magic even uses them as guards."
"The most important thing is that they are very rare. The French Ministry of Magic keeps a very strict watch on them. It was only by chance that I managed to rescue two wild Nifflers."
Recalling his passionate youth, Newt's face glowed red as he tirelessly recounted his glorious tales of playing hide-and-seek with Nifflers at the French Ministry of Magic.
Everyone listened with great interest, constantly asking for details.
After Newt's sales pitch, Mia was indeed somewhat tempted and promised to go see them after eating the barbecue.
As Newt spoke, Sebastian also recalled some details from the movies.
What he remembered most clearly was the scene where Newt and Tina were hanging from a cabinet and saw his first love, Leta.
A mischievous smile played on Sebastian's lips. He really wanted to ask Newt what a love triangle felt like.
But after some thought, he suppressed the urge to ask.
Never mind, Grandpa Newt is old and it's not easy for him; it's better not to provoke him.
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