Chapter 323: The wine I brewed myself has little alcohol content
The camp was in perfect order. Except for a few dragon trainers who were treating Ukrainian Iron Belly, the other dragon trainers were busy with their own work.
When Sebastian returned, the dragon trainers came out and looked at him in awe.
This is a fierce man who can fight against the nine-headed black dragon alone.
In full view of everyone, he first knocked out a black dragon with just a stun spell, and then used his superb flying skills to play with the remaining eight black dragons.
The black dragons tried their best but couldn't even touch the other's clothes. This is something that no dragon tamer can do.
Although the subsequent battle could not be seen, it was not difficult to tell from the opponent's clean clothes and the unconscious black dragon behind him that the opponent had easily won the battle.
Mia greeted him with a smile, "Everything done?"
Sebastian puffed out his chest and said, "It's easy for me to take action. Let's go, follow Professor Scamander and send the dragon to where it should be."
Led by Newt, the three came to a specially fenced area in the camp - the Dragon Sanatorium.
There were seven or eight giant dragons there, their bodies tightly bound with fireproof chains and surrounded by high-temperature resistant protective materials.
As the three people approached, the dragons sensed the movement and immediately became irritable and restless.
They shook their huge heads violently, spewing out hot air, as if ready to break free from their restraints at any time.
"Normally you won't see so many dragons in the camp. They all stay in their respective territories," Newt explained to the two. "These are the ones that lost and got injured in the fight for a mate."
"After treatment, they will stay here to recover and will not return to the forest until they are fully recovered."
Newt pointed at the dragons and explained them in detail to Sebastian and Mia.
"This is a Romanian longhorn. It likes to gore its prey to death with its horns before roasting it. However, it was crippled in a fight with a Hungarian hornbill."
"And the Hungarian Horntail didn't get any benefit either. Two big holes were poked in its body."
"Look, the one at the end is the Hungarian Horntail. The two haven't decided who's the winner yet, so the dragon trainers deliberately keep the two guys farther apart to prevent them from getting restless again."
"Be careful, these wounded have bad tempers..."
Before he finished speaking, Newt was surprised to find that these dragons were no longer irritable, but instead lay on the ground obediently, staring at Sebastian with awe.
what's the situation?
I just told you that you have a bad temper and you become docile. Isn't this a slap in my face?
But then again, what kind of magic does this kid Sebastian have that even these dragons are afraid of him?
You know, this is the first time they meet.
"Sebastian, tie up this black dragon with fireproof chains first. I'll go check if these guys took the wrong medicine."
After saying that, Newt walked towards the surrounding dragons and communicated with them in dragon language.
From the dragons' intermittent words, Newt finally understood that Sebastian was indeed marked by those black dragons.
In the words of the dragons, Sebastian is of their same species. In a hand-to-hand combat, he can easily win against eight opponents on a one-on-eight basis. His record is clear and traceable, and he is the Dragon King recognized by the black dragon group.
Faced with such a fierce dragon, the giant dragons certainly did not dare to act rashly and could only keep their heads down and behave themselves.
After all, they couldn't even win a one-on-one battle, let alone challenge an entire group of black dragons. You have to know that the black dragons are quite powerful.
This is the first time they have seen such a ferocious creature.
After knowing this information, Newt's heart was itching even more. He really wanted to know in what form this mark would remain on Sebastian.
Also, why is Sebastian considered as one of the same kind by the dragons?
Thinking of this, Newt asked anxiously, "Sebastian, have you discussed it with Mia? Do you like my magical creatures?"
"No hurry, no hurry," Sebastian laughed, "We're going to stay here for a few days. Let's go eat first, and then let Mia pick out some things from your suitcase."
“The special barbecue here is very famous, we can’t wait to try it.”
After leaving the Dragon Sanatorium, Sebastian called Charlie directly and asked him to get together with the three of them.
Hearing that Sebastian wanted to eat the special barbecue, Charlie led the three of them directly to a stream and personally prepared barbecue for everyone.
Having been at the dragon farm for so long, Charlie has mastered the art of grilling in addition to dragon training.
"The most important thing about barbecue is the temperature. As long as the temperature is well controlled, the barbecue is half successful."
Charlie turned into a barbecue expert, carefully imparting the secrets of barbecue while sprinkling secret seasonings on the barbecue. Soon, the barbecue exuded a strong aroma.
Sebastian nodded repeatedly. With Charlie's cooking skills, he would definitely make a lot of money by opening a barbecue restaurant in the new city of Hogsmeade.
Soon, the barbecue was ready. Charlie waved his wand and gave everyone a large piece. Then he poured everyone a glass of fruit wine.
"I brewed my own fruit wine, which is refreshing and delicious, not too strong. It goes really well with barbecue. Don't hesitate to drink it up and there's more."
No degree?
This rhetoric seems familiar.
In my previous life, the folks from Guangxi said the same thing when they were promoting their homemade wine.
They say that the alcohol content of their own brew is not high and that you can sober up by just blowing some fresh air after drinking it. If you really believe what they say, you will drink without making a sound.
I was still bragging and talking nonsense in the previous second, and in the next second I completely lost my memory. I even skipped the process of shaking my head. I didn’t even remember how I got home the next day.
Therefore, Sebastian was still skeptical about Charlie's fruit wine. He was worried that if he drank too much, he would lose his memory and that would be embarrassing.
But Charlie's cooking skills are good. The fruit wine is sweet and sour, and it goes really well with the barbecue.
Newt's mind was not on eating at all. He didn't care at all about the delicious food on the plate. Instead, he was trying to sell it to Sebastian and Mia while eating.
"If you ask me, civet cats are the best. They are highly intelligent, understand human nature, and have good fighting ability. The French Ministry of Magic uses them as guards."
"The most important thing is that it is very rare. The French Ministry of Magic is keeping a very strict watch on it. I was able to rescue two wild civets by chance."
Thinking of the exciting days of his youth, Newt's face was full of light, and he kept telling everyone about his glorious deeds of playing hide-and-seek with civet cats in the French Ministry of Magic.
Everyone listened with great interest and kept asking about the details.
After Newt's sales pitch, Mia was really tempted and agreed to go and see it after eating the barbecue.
Following Newt's narration, Sebastian also recalled some details from the movie.
What he remembered most clearly was the scene when Newt and Tina were hanging on the cabinet and saw his first love, Leta.
A wicked smile appeared on Sebastian's lips. He really wanted to ask Newt what it felt like to be in the Shura Field.
But after thinking about it, he resisted the urge to ask.
Forget it, forget it. Uncle Newt is having a hard time at his age, so let’s not provoke him.
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