#320 - Chapter 320: The Grief-Stricken Ukrainian Iron Belly

Hearing Sebastian's question, Charlie chuckled and immediately replied.

"It's all because of mating season. This Ukrainian Ironbelly and a Hebridean Black dragon, thirty feet long, were fighting over a mate, and it ended up like this."

"We saw that its wings were badly injured and that it probably wasn't a match for the black dragon, so we separated it from the black dragon."

"It's still not convinced. Professor, you see, it keeps roaring towards the forest, actually cursing and provoking them."

"It's only because Mr. Scamander is appeasing the black dragon, otherwise the two of them would still be fighting."

"We kept trying to persuade the Ironbelly to calm down, but it wouldn't listen at all. We're worried about how to heal its injuries."

"Actually, our captain is quite familiar with it. It's usually quite obedient. To be honest, it's one of the easiest dragons to communicate with here."

So that's how it is. No wonder this Ukrainian Ironbelly always looks like it's saying, 'Help me up, I can still fight.'

It's no wonder it's not convinced. This Ukrainian Ironbelly hasn't been completely defeated. In its heart, it still thinks, "I can counter-kill."

"In that case, it does have a pretty good temper," Sebastian commented.

This Ukrainian Ironbelly looks agitated, but it has always been holding back.

At the very least, its dragon fire is always fired in the direction of the forest, and it doesn't directly aim at the surrounding dragon tamers.

Charlie nodded, agreeing with Sebastian's words.

This Ukrainian Ironbelly was sent to this dragon farm as an egg and was raised by his captain himself, and then released into this forest.

So it has a deep affection for humans and is not as wild and untamed as many naturally grown dragons.

Charlie thinks it lost completely because it chose the wrong opponent.

You should know that the Ukrainian Ironbelly is one of the largest dragons in the world, with extremely strong combat power. Even the goblins keep a Ukrainian Ironbelly as a guard in the underground caves of Gringotts.

It's just that this Ironbelly has just reached adulthood. This time, the opponent it chose was a black dragon that had been an adult for a long time.

Not only was it not superior in size, but it also didn't have as much combat experience as the opponent. Its wings were torn apart from the beginning, so it was naturally limited everywhere.

"I hope it calms down soon," Charlie said with a sigh, "Otherwise, if it drags on for too long, its wings will be difficult to heal."

Difficult to heal?

That won't do. The dragons here are all valuable assets.

They must be healthy in order to create more revenue.

"Charlie," Sebastian said with a slight smile, "Do you need any help?"

"Professor Swann," Charlie shook his head, "Our captain is worried about causing secondary damage, so he didn't knock it unconscious."

"Simple," Sebastian said, "Let me help you hold it down, so you can directly treat its wings."

In Sebastian's eyes, this is like a child making a fuss about not wanting to get a shot. Physical therapy is the most effective at this time.

As he spoke, he drew his wand and walked towards the Ukrainian Ironbelly.

Charlie didn't dare to be negligent and quickly followed Sebastian, while shouting to his dragon tamer companions: "Professor Swann is preparing to take action to hold the Ironbelly down. Everyone, pay attention to cooperation."

Cooperate?

The dragon tamers' faces darkened, and they dared not speak out, only muttering to themselves in their hearts.

My goodness, he specially brought his wife here to show off.

Can you stop making trouble? It's busy enough here.

These rich people become arrogant and forget who they are after having a little money.

This is a dragon, not your pet dog.

What are you going to use to hold it down?!

So many professional dragon tamers don't dare to say that they can hold down a dragon. Are you more powerful than all of us combined?

The dragon tamers looked at each other, all frowning and gripping their wands tightly, raising their vigilance to the highest level, preventing the Ukrainian Ironbelly from going crazy, and preparing for the aftermath.

Sebastian ignored everyone's thoughts. He waved his wand and used the Transfiguration Charm on the ground under the Ironbelly's feet.

Silently, the originally flat ground seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, and two giant hands made of mud suddenly rose up.

They stretched their fingertips slowly, like ancient guardians awakening from the depths of the earth, and went straight for the Ukrainian Ironbelly.

The mud giant hands were thick and powerful, with an irresistible strange force, and suddenly clasped the Ironbelly's body.

The dragon let out an angry roar, twisting its body desperately, trying to break free from the giant hands. However, no matter how hard it tried, the giant hands remained motionless.

The Ukrainian Ironbelly was completely enraged. It tried to twist its head and let this wizard see its power with its deadly dragon fire.

However, its neck was also covered with thick mud armor, making it impossible to turn its head, and it could only stare blankly at the empty front.

The Ironbelly's silver scales shone coldly in the sunlight, full of power and domineering, but at this moment, in front of these giant hands, its struggle seemed insignificant.

From a distance, the originally majestic dragon looked like a small bird in the mud giant hands, appearing weak and helpless.

Sebastian thoughtfully exposed its wounds to facilitate the smooth progress of the rescue work.

This operation stunned the dragon tamers. They stood there for a moment, then shouted.

"Am I seeing things? That's the powerful Ukrainian Ironbelly, not a little bird! How could it be held down so easily?"

"Is the mud so strong? Shouldn't the dragon be able to shake the mud apart with a casual shake of its body?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's the power of the Transfiguration Charm. Relying on mud alone definitely won't work. But this looks too easy. How strong is the boss's magic..."

"I'm a little discouraged. I never thought that the boss is not only richer than us, more handsome than us, but his strength is also so much stronger than us."

"Merlin is unfair!"

Charlie was also stunned. He had never seen Professor Swann take action when he was at school.

After he graduated, he had heard a few younger brothers praise Professor Swann's strength, but he never thought that the "strength" was so valuable.

"It's a pity that someone with such strength isn't a dragon tamer," Charlie muttered in a low voice, and then began to treat the Ukrainian Ironbelly's wounds with his companions.

The Ukrainian Ironbelly didn't appreciate it. It felt that its majesty had been completely swept away today.

Seeing that it couldn't twist its body, it could only roar angrily towards the forest, as if to completely vent the unhappiness in its heart.

Sebastian stood in the distance, his wand steadily pointing at the Ironbelly. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, obviously satisfied with the results of his spell.

Little dragon, easily taken down!

However, judging from the emotions overflowing from this dragon, it is cursing quite vulgarly now.

I just don't know who it's cursing, whether it's cursing itself or the culprit that caused its injury?

It's a pity that the Fantastic Beasts Translator doesn't include dragon language, otherwise I would have to listen to what it's cursing.

Suddenly, Sebastian raised an eyebrow and looked up into the depths of the forest.

In his magical perception, several huge figures soared into the sky and flew rapidly towards the dragon tamer camp.