#323 - Chapter 323: The wine I brewed myself has little alcohol content

The camp was a picture of order, with the dragon tamers busy at their tasks, except for a few who were tending to the Ukrainian Ironbelly.

When Sebastian returned, the dragon tamers emerged, watching him with awe.

This was the formidable man who had single-handedly taken on the nine-headed Black Dragon.

In full view of everyone, he had initially stunned one of the Black Dragons with a simple Stupefy spell, then proceeded to taunt the remaining eight with his superior flying skills.

The Black Dragons, despite their best efforts, couldn't even graze him, a feat no other dragon tamer could achieve.

Although the later stages of the battle were unseen, his clean clothes and the unconscious Black Dragon behind him made it clear that he had won easily.

Mia greeted him with a smile: "All sorted?"

Sebastian puffed out his chest: "With me on the job, it's a piece of cake. Let's go help Professor Scamander take the dragons to where they need to be."

Led by Newt, the trio arrived at a specially fenced-off area of the camp – the Dragon Recuperation Center.

There, seven or eight dragons were tightly bound with fire-resistant chains, surrounded by high-temperature protective materials.

As the three approached, the dragons sensed movement and immediately became agitated.

They violently thrashed their massive heads, spewing out hissing hot air, as if ready to break free at any moment.

"Normally, you wouldn't see so many dragons in the camp; they usually stay in their own territories," Newt explained to the two, "These are the ones who were injured in the process of competing for a mate."

"After treatment, they stay here to recover until they're fully healed before returning to the forest."

Newt pointed at the dragons, explaining the details to Sebastian and Mia.

"That one is a Romanian Longhorn; it likes to use its horns to gore its prey to death before roasting it, but it was crippled in the leg during a fight with a Hungarian Horntail."

"And that Hungarian Horntail didn't come out unscathed either, it got two big holes poked in it."

"See, at the very end is that Hungarian Horntail; the two haven't completely settled their score, so the dragon tamers have deliberately kept them far apart to prevent them from starting up again."

"Be careful, these injured ones aren't in the best of moods..."

Before he could finish, Newt was surprised to find that the dragons were no longer agitated, but instead were lying obediently on the ground, staring intently at Sebastian with awe.

What was going on?

He had just said they were bad-tempered, and they immediately became docile. Wasn't that a slap in the face!

But then again, what magic did Sebastian possess that even these dragons were afraid of?

Keep in mind, this was the first time they had met.

"Sebastian, you secure this Black Dragon with fire-resistant chains first, I'll go check if these guys have eaten something wrong."

With that, Newt went to the surrounding dragons and began communicating with them in Dragon language.

From the dragons' fragmented words, Newt finally understood that Sebastian really had been marked by those Black Dragons.

In the dragons' words, Sebastian was one of their own kind, having easily won a one-on-eight fight in hand-to-hand combat, a clearly verifiable record, recognized by the Black Dragon pack as a Dragon King.

Faced with such a ferocious dragon, the dragons naturally didn't dare to act up, and could only obediently bow their heads.

After all, they hadn't even won a one-on-one fight, let alone take on the entire Black Dragon pack single-handedly; the Black Dragons were not weak.

This was the first time they had seen such a fierce creature.

Knowing this information, Newt was even more eager to know how this mark was left on Sebastian.

Also, why were the dragons treating Sebastian as one of their own?

Thinking of this, Newt eagerly asked: "Sebastian, have you and Mia discussed it? Have you taken a liking to any of my magical creatures?"

"No rush, no rush," Sebastian laughed, "We'll be here for a few days, let's go eat first, and after we've eaten, let Mia go pick through your suitcase."

"The specialty roasted meat here is very famous, we can't wait to try it."

After leaving the Dragon Recuperation Center, Sebastian directly called Charlie and asked him to join the three of them for a get-together.

Having been at the dragon sanctuary for so long, in addition to dragon taming skills, Charlie had long ago mastered the art of roasting meat.

"The most crucial thing about roasting meat is the heat; as long as the heat is well controlled, the roasting is half successful."

Charlie transformed into a roasted meat expert, carefully imparting the secrets of roasting meat while sprinkling it with a secret seasoning. Before long, the roasted meat emitted a rich aroma.

Sebastian nodded repeatedly. With Charlie's skills, opening a roasted meat shop in Hogsmeade New Town would definitely be a big money-maker.

Soon, the roasted meat was ready, and Charlie waved his wand, distributing a large piece to each person, then he poured a glass of fruit wine for each of them.

"This is fruit wine I brewed myself, refreshing and delicious, with no alcohol content, it's a perfect match with roasted meat, don't be shy, there's more after you finish."

No alcohol content?

That sales pitch sounded familiar.

That's what the Guangxi old folks said when promoting their homemade wine in his previous life.

They said their homemade wine had no alcohol content, and you'd sober up after a breeze. If you really believed them, you'd be out cold after one drink.

One second you'd be bragging and chatting, the next you'd be completely blank, skipping the head-shaking process, and you wouldn't even remember how you got home the next day.

So, Sebastian was still skeptical about Charlie's fruit wine, he was worried he'd get drunk and lose face.

However, Charlie's craftsmanship was good, the fruit wine was sweet and sour, perfect for cutting through the greasiness of the roasted meat.

Newt's mind wasn't on the food at all, he completely ignored the delicacies on the plate, and instead kept promoting to Sebastian and Mia.

"If you ask me, the Kneazle is the best, intelligent, understanding, and with considerable fighting power. The French Ministry of Magic uses them as guards."

"Most importantly, it's very rare, the French Ministry of Magic watches them very closely, I only managed to rescue two wild Kneazles by chance."

Thinking of his passionate years as a youth, Newt was beaming, constantly telling everyone about his glorious adventures of playing hide-and-seek with the Kneazles in the French Ministry of Magic.

Everyone listened with great interest, constantly asking about the details.

After Newt's sales pitch, Mia was really a little tempted and promised to go take a look after finishing the roasted meat.

In conjunction with Newt's narration, Sebastian also recalled some details from the movie.

The clearest thing he remembered was the scene where Newt and Tina were hanging on the cabinet, seeing his first love Leta.

A mischievous smile crept onto Sebastian's lips, he really wanted to ask Newt what a love triangle tasted like.

But after thinking about it, he still restrained the urge to ask.

Forget it, Newt was old and not easy to deal with, so he wouldn't provoke him.

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