A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

"Sirius, I hope you will fulfill your responsibilities as a godfather and bring Harry more love, but at the same time, you must also be careful with your words and actions..."

……

Sirius left, and as he went, he said to the dejected Harry, "I'm planning to rent a room nearby. You can come anytime. You can do whatever you want, except stay overnight!"

Chapter 318 Fire Dragon and Contract Transfer

“You don’t always see fire dragons in the fire dragon reserve; they are very territorial,” Charlie explained. “However, we will take injured fire dragons back to camp for treatment.”

Felix followed him to an enclosed area behind the camp, where seven or eight fire dragons bound by chains and fireproofing materials were shaking their heads restlessly when they saw people coming. One of the black dragons, with an injured leg, squinted at them.

“This is a Hungarian wood wasp, very dangerous. We deployed twelve men to capture it. Fire-breathing is their usual attack method, so we'd better stay away from it,” Charlie said. “I’ve seen fire-breathing devices forty feet away.”

Felix's gaze swept over the dragon's black scales; it looked like a lizard with bat wings. Sharp ridges, like spears, extended from its skull to its tail. But its bronze horns, the row of spikes on its back, and its powerful, hooked claws all suggested this creature was not to be trifled with; even the tips of its wings were sharp hooks.

It was the largest of the dragons, even twice the size of the smallest one. The other dragons feared it, and there was a circle of empty space around it.

After observing for a while, Felix asked, "If nothing unexpected happens, the first match of the tournament will be against the Fire Dragon. What are your plans?"

After thinking for a moment, Cha Li said seriously, "We have prepared five fire dragons, corresponding to five schools: Welsh Green Dragon, Norwegian Spinosaurus, Australian White-eyed Dragon, Swedish Short-nosed Dragon, and Chinese Fireball."

Are these the only five?

"You all want female dragons that are incubating their eggs, which is hard to find. I don't understand why..."

Felix speculated, "Could it be that the warriors will steal the mother dragon's eggs?"

Charlie said somewhat uneasily, "Don't joke around. They're dangerous to begin with, but the mother dragons incubating the eggs are even more dangerous. See the scar on my arm? It was left by a mother dragon raising her cubs."

"We ruled out the particularly dangerous Peruvian venomous fanged dragon and a giant Hungarian hornet. The former has highly venomous fangs, while the latter is recognized as the most dangerous fire dragon."

Felix nodded: "Perhaps we just need to pass by the fire dragon."

As evening approached, Felix and Charlie discussed the details of the dragon's placement in the tent. "Hogwarts can clear a space in the Forbidden Forest, and the kitchen will provide food, but we don't know much about the dragon's habits, so we need you to send someone to take care of it."

“No problem, that’s what we were planning to do anyway,” Charlie said readily. “For long-distance transport, we’ll send more people to ensure a safe arrival.”

"You'll be leading the team?"

"I will try my best; this is a rare and grand event."

“Charlie,” a wizard walked into the tent, the middle-aged captain he had met once before, “I heard that the young professor wants to stay a few more days, and there’s an agreement here that he needs to sign.”

When he saw Felix, he paused for a moment: "You're here too. Perfect timing, this is for you."

Felix took it, somewhat surprised, and said, "A confidentiality agreement?"

“That’s right, to be fair,” the wizard shrugged. “Although cheating in the tournament has always been a tradition, at least the appearances have to be done.” He gave a meaningful look. “Our minister is begging them.”

Felix carefully examined the contents. "The contents aren't anything special, except for the rule against revealing the dragon's secrets." Felix ran his fingers over the parchment, sensing the magic left on it. "This contract seems to be for surveillance purposes?"

The middle-aged wizard explained, "It's what the Ministry of Magic provides. We just follow their instructions. They say that when the signatories of a contract mention dragons or similar words, they get notified."

Felix didn't say much and quickly signed his name. Although he didn't intend to abide by the rules set by the Ministry of Magic, there was no need to make things difficult for these people.

Charlie looked relieved; he had never been this terrified when facing a fire dragon. Luckily, Felix had agreed.

At night, torches were lit throughout the camp, casting long, dark shadows of the hills and trees. Felix slept soundly in his tent throughout the night. At dawn, he emerged from the dew-covered woods into the enclosure behind the camp.

The Hungarian hornet with the injured leg was the first to spot him, snorting restlessly and letting out low growls. A short distance away, a Welsh green dragon glanced up, then lowered its head and continued sleeping.

"Quiet."

Felix said his eyes turned silver-white. The Hungarian wood bee angrily propped itself up, its yellow eyes glaring at him fiercely. Then its vision blurred for a moment, and it shook its head. Apart from the wizard getting closer, it didn't notice anything unusual.

But unknowingly, it had been pulled into Felix's world of thought. Unlike other application scenarios, it created an environment exactly like the outside world and seamlessly integrated the two.

The dragon was completely unaware of all this; sparks began to fly from its nose, a sign of impending danger and an impending attack. But the wizard was already beside it, tilting his head to examine its metallic claws.

"boom!"

The Hungarian wood bee spewed out sticky fire, hitting Felix squarely. He seemed to melt without any resistance. The fire dragon snorted and lowered its head in satisfaction.

The next second, it found Felix standing in the same spot, as if he had never moved.

Its intelligence was not high, and it could not understand this behavior at all. It only became more furious, and opened its mouth to spew out another ball of fire. This time the fire was even more intense and lasted for a while. The Hungarian wood bee was certain that the arrogant wizard had been burned to ashes. It even saw the black dust falling everywhere.

But in the blink of an eye, Felix stood unharmed in front of it, even touching its paw with his hand.

"Shh!"

The gleaming, cold claws sliced ​​through Felix's body, cutting him into several pieces. "Ugh, that's too bloody," Felix said, brushing aside the dragon's claws as if nothing had happened.

For a moment, Felix was certain he saw bewilderment in the eyes of the Hungarian wood wasp, which, despite being the one on the offensive, was clearly encountering something incomprehensible.

"Stay put, I'm thinking about how to transfer the contract to you..." Felix leaned down and tapped the black scales on its body with his fingers. "It's an interesting experiment, isn't it?"

Unlike the unbreakable oath and the contract with the Ministry of Magic, he had no way to deal with the former, but the latter could be circumvented, which was why he readily signed his name.

The Ministry of Magic's contracts take effect based on certain keywords, but the problem is that he doesn't know if there are any hidden contents, which brings great uncertainty. He will spend most of his summer vacation in Nicolas Flamel's library, and he doesn't want to expose these places yet. In addition, some of his planned trips are sensitive enough, such as the black market and Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

An interesting fact is that, in terms of relationships, he was actually closer to Beauxbatons because he was a member of the school's board of trustees.

Just to be safe, he decided to transfer the contract. He considered finding a deer or a rabbit to replace it, but that would definitely cause a problem: if the rabbit got eaten, his mark with the Ministry of Magic would become dead.

Fortunately, the Fire Dragon Reserve is not short of dragons, and this rather fierce Hungarian wood bee was his chosen target.

The fire dragon in front of him was still attacking in vain, breathing fire, swinging its claws, whipping its tail, and biting, but Felix always recovered in the next second and checked things methodically. In just a few minutes, Felix had already endured hundreds of fatal attacks.

In the end, the fierce Hungarian hornet looked at him pantingly, completely helpless. The fire dragon lowered its head in frustration, collapsed to the ground, and puffs of hot air came out of its nostrils.

“Please, turn over,” Felix said to it.

The Hungarian hornet stared at him with its yellow, vertical pupils. After a long while, it slowly exposed its belly. As it turned, its eyes seemed to blur, and its vision appeared to subtly change. But the dreadful and clingy wizard was still there, poking it with his wand, urging it to hurry up.

Then, Felix followed the black scales that had been turned up on its body and walked up to it, standing on it.

"The scales under the neck are quite nice, and the magical light is intense enough."

……

Charlie came out of the tent but couldn't find Felix's men. He instinctively went to the enclosure behind the camp and was shocked by what he saw: the fierce Hungarian hornet lazily opened its mouth and spewed out a thin flame from its throat.

"Don't rush, we need to brush on another layer of oil." Felix patted its protruding mouth and flipped the roasted meat on the rack. "I have a secret sauce, do you want some?"

The Hungarian wood bee nodded eagerly.

Chapter 319 The Sniffer Valen

When Felix extended the invitation to Charlie, the adventurous part of Charlie's character kicked in, and he readily accepted the suggestion with almost no hesitation.

“You’re even less conscientious than Norbert, you know that?” Charlie reached out his rough hand and patted the stinger on the head of the Hungarian hornet. The dragon rolled its eyes and ignored his accusation.

Charlie took over Felix's job, brushing on layers of sauce, "Based on my experience, brush it in one direction—"

"Will it be more flavorful?" Felix asked.

“No, it will look even better,” Charlie laughed. “Like melted amber. Okay—”

The two cut off a tenth of the roasted meat, and the rest went into the belly of the Hungarian wood bee. "Come on, the fruit wine from Charlie's tent!" Charlie shouted, and two wine jugs flew over like cannonballs. He said to Felix, "We make our own wine, using local fruits that you can't buy anywhere else."

Felix recounted some amusing anecdotes from school, especially after mentioning Hagrid and Ron. Charlie loosened up, bursting into hearty laughter from time to time. He said with great interest, "I got along well with Hagrid when I was in school because we were both interested in dragons. He always said he wanted to have a dragon, and in the first year after I left, he actually did it."

"The Norbert you just mentioned?"

“Yes, we’ve already released a Norwegian Ridgeback that’s less than three years old back into the wild.” Charlie grinned. “These dinosaurs grow the fastest in the first few months after birth, and the young’s fire-breathing ability develops early. Hagrid quickly realized that keeping it would be a troublesome problem, so he asked me to take Norber away.”

“Nober has become familiar with us and often comes to beg for food, then runs away after eating,” Charlie said. “We wonder if it will bring its own kittens with it in the future.”

"It also often steals brandy from the camp, which is the captain's favorite. The captain says he doesn't want to, but he secretly lets it in. We have an alarm."

Felix said, "Brandy? Could it be Hagrid—"

“Yes, Hagrid is a bad example,” Charlie chuckled softly. “I bet he read some folk remedy in a book that thought brandy could increase its fire-breathing ability.”

……

Felix stayed in the dragon reserve for two more days. On the day he left, he finally met Norber, the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon that was particularly famous in the camp. It was only twelve or thirteen feet tall and looked much smaller than an adult dragon.

The Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon and the Hungarian Tree Beetle are somewhat similar, both having lizard-like bodies with large wings, but their tails are smooth. The young dragon in front of us, named Norber, has a white nose, protruding orange-red eyes, and constantly flapping black, spiny wings.

The campers had prepared a sheep and a barrel of brandy for it. The dark-skinned captain watched with a pained expression as Norber finished the brandy. Norber let out a loud burp, spitting out a few sparkling sparks.

Then, Norbert bleated merrily at the crowd twice, grabbed the sheep, and flew away.

"A cunning fellow," the middle-aged captain muttered.

Felix then took his leave and Apparated away. Over the next week, he spent his time visiting some friends, some of whom he had arranged to meet in advance, such as the Longbottoms, and others, such as Newt Scamander, who did not have formal appointments.

When Felix returned from Newt's house, he had a little creature with him—a Niffler cub.

Newt had originally planned to release these magical creatures regularly, and when Felix came over, among the animals Newt was preparing to release were the three Nifflers he had seen at the Ministry of Magic: Varen, Sal, and Thorpe.

“I suggest you choose only one; their destructive power will multiply as the number increases,” Newt said.

“Let’s go with Valencia, I remember it insulting me,” Felix said.

The lively Niffler, its rear end facing him, was excitedly snatching shiny gold coins from its two younger brothers when it heard Felix's words and froze in place.

Newt and Felix seemed to hear a creaking sound as the neck turned, while the Niffler Valen looked at them innocently.

"Mr. Haip..."

“I’m just kidding, I’ll take good care of it.”

Newt shook his head, watching helplessly as Felix used a pearl necklace conjured from a quill to trick Niffler away. He didn't know if he had made the right choice.

However, he still took out a silver pocket watch and handed it to Felix: "You've seen it at the Ministry of Magic. When you use it, just flick it open. It's about the size of a classroom. Valen will like it."

……

At that moment, Felix was reading in one of Nicolas Flamel's secret libraries, while Niffler Valen lay on the carpet, his tiny hands flailing about, trying to stuff the glittering runes in front of him into his pocket.

After about a week, he found a way to get along with the little guy: he would cast a stabilizing spell in the house and then release the runes from the Mind Chamber for it to play with.

He also crafted a magnificent dream – a Garonne Mountain, stored in his Merlin Second Class Medal, now one of the Niffler Valen’s treasures, the other being a discarded time-tamper.

It was previously hidden in an old box, which was also found by the Niffler Valen. Inside was a note by Nicolas Flamel explaining its origin.

This completely damaged Time-Turner was acquired by Nicolas Flamel three hundred years ago for a large sum of money. It was said to be a stolen item confiscated by the British Ministry of Magic. Its former owner misused it, resulting in her being trapped in a time warp and unable to find her, leading to her starvation to death.

She wrote down what happened in her own blood, which was later discovered by the Ministry of Magic. The Time-Turner was also confiscated, but somehow it was leaked and bought by Nicolas Flamel.

He conducted extensive research on the time converter and attempted to repair it, but ultimately failed, leaving behind only a thick stack of documents related to time.