Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Despite this, they still breathed a sigh of relief, feeling both grateful and a little confused.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon is almost the fire dragon with the most fiery dragon flame. The leather armor equipped on it cannot withstand such a fierce dragon breath bombardment.

"..."

Melvin, who was the first to sense the dragon's breath, immediately released his armor to block the flames and splashing magma from both sides. He frowned slightly to feel the temperature of the dragon's flame, and observed the movements of the silver-blue short-nosed dragon over the dazzling blue light, thinking in his heart what to do.

If he were alone, he would go up and duel with the fire dragon with his iron armor.

Unfortunately, there were other wizards around. If they left the range of the armored bubble, the old professor and Hagrid would be barbecued like human meat.

A blazing blue flame suddenly erupted and raged across the entire forest like a roaring wave. Hagrid was stunned. Kettleburn and the two keepers had serious expressions, proving that this was not a normal activity in the reserve.

"It's that Swedish short-nosed dragon!" Charlie gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain. "A mother dragon wouldn't lose control for no reason. A poaching wizard must have sneaked in and stole the dragon eggs while it was resting!"

"Damn it..." The breeder's sweat quickly evaporated from his forehead, leaving a few pale salt marks on the back of his neck. "Hold on a few more minutes, the others should be rushing over here."

Professor Kettleburn was inexplicably excited. Curious about the dragon's flames, he got too close and had half his eyebrow burned off. His expression immediately turned serious. "Let's get out of here first."

"We also want to retreat, but there is no way!"

"..."

Melvin waved his hand to expand the armor bubble.

The pressure brought by the dragon flame suddenly decreased. Charlie and his colleagues were stunned for a moment, staring at the young professor with wide eyes, their expressions a little dazed.

In an emergency, there was no time for nonsense. Relying on the protection of their armor, several people quickly retreated and moved over the slope to leave the range covered by the dragon flame.

Temporarily out of danger, several people retreated to the wooden house while observing the rear.

From here, one can clearly observe the short-nosed dragon hovering in the sky, constantly breathing and exhaling dragon breath, while moving its nose as if searching for some smell.

Keepers on brooms came rushing over from all directions in the sky. The wizards wearing dragon scale leather armor nimbly avoided the dragon flames and waved their wands. The tiny beams of magic seemed a little dim compared to the blue dragon flames, but they covered the sky densely, giving a spectacular look that covered the sky and the sun.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon flapping its wings and breathing fire was a mother who had just lost her child. She was aroused by the black wizard's actions and became ferocious. Facing these spells, Pingming twisted and dodged, and sprayed dragon breath to resist the beams.

Under the bright sunshine, Melvin could see the eyes of the silver-blue fire dragon, with vertical pupils and red pupils bulging out, filled with human anger, fear and sadness.

"Request support!"

"Seal off the park!"

"Let the Aurors investigate the dark wizards and retrieve the dragon eggs!"

There were at least dozens of keepers in the air, their brooms waving back and forth, and hundreds of stunning spells as dense as drizzle, blocking the entire area like a net.

"Roar……"

The Swedish short-nosed dragon let out a shrill, piercing wail.

A similar wailing response was heard in the distance, and the sound echoed in the air for a long time without stopping.

Melvin and Hagrid turned their eyes to the old professor and the two keepers. They intuitively felt that this was not a good sign.

"Oh no! There are other fire dragons causing trouble... Find somewhere to hide quickly!" Charlie, despite his good nature, couldn't help but curse out loud, practically roaring, "What do those dark wizards want to do? They stole several dragon eggs in a row! Do they want to kill everyone else?"

"Damn it!" The colleague next to him looked grim. He quickly ran back to the nearest wooden house, came out with two brooms, threw one to Charlie, held the other across his crotch, and took off with a kick of his feet.

"Professor, you guys hide here!" Charlie took off without looking back, with a resolute expression.

Within a few minutes, the entire area was in chaos. Several fire dragons nearby rose into the air and started to wrestle with the keepers. The dragon flames and the magic light echoed with each other, and for a moment they were even brighter than the sun.

Melvin felt that the trip was well worth it, the scene was so spectacular.

If there was only one fire dragon, the situation might not be so serious, but there were at least a dozen fire dragons circling in the air. Before the dragon flames swept across the entire habitat, the keepers tried hard to control these runaway 5X-level dangerous animals.

New keepers arrived constantly to join the fray. Overpowered spells couldn't be used, and standard control spells were ineffective. Stunning spells were either dodged or consumed by the dragon's flames. Occasionally, a spell would penetrate the veil of dragonfire and strike the scales, only slowing the dragons down for a moment.

On the contrary, the keepers were blown all over the place by the wind and waves stirred up by the fire dragon's wings. When their brooms were touched by the dragon's flames, they had to fall to the ground to put out the fire and treat their injuries.

Hagrid was completely speechless and could only look up with wide eyes and stare blankly.

The keepers had to be careful and could not use killing spells. They could only cast stun spells over and over again. They were unable to stop these manic female dragons. The pulling back and forth continued to increase their injuries. Not only did the situation not improve, but it became more and more serious.

Dragon flames of various colors even mixed together, melting into an even more brilliant flame.

"Cough cough..."

Charlie sniffed. The pungent smell of sulfur in the air became stronger and stronger, and he almost couldn't breathe.

If this continues, it may spread to other areas.

At this moment, a bright beam of magic light cut through the smoky sky.

The whistling blue light was thicker than all the other stunning spells. The frontal spell penetrated the dragon flame and sank into the Swedish short-snout dragon's upper jaw. It looked down in disbelief. The young wizard stood in the open space in front of the wooden house, his wand pointed at the sky, brewing another spell.

The fire dragon's mouth was still wide open, its roar gradually faded, the flames between its mouth and nose slowly went out, the frequency of its wings flapping became slower and slower, and finally it became stiff and motionless. Its huge body remained still for a few seconds, and then it fell straight to the ground, causing the surrounding ground to tremble.

Charlie and his colleagues retreated at the same time and looked in front of the wooden house at the edge of the battlefield. A figure in a Muggle suit was standing there. The slender wand contrasted with the thick and bright beam of light, which seemed out of place and awkward.

Melvin did not stop, did not recite the spell, and did not cast any spells, but extremely thick stunning spells burst out one after another.

The dragon scales that could resist the spell now seemed as brittle as parchment. The fire dragons fell into a deep sleep and fell one by one.

More and more keepers arrived, and staff members swarmed out, carrying special alchemical chains and iron pillars, and walked towards the unconscious fire dragon lying on the ground.

They tied chains to the fire dragon's limbs, wings and neck, and the other ends were tied to heavy iron pillars that were deeply driven into the ground and the cracks in the rocks.

Melvin saw that the Swedish short-nosed dragon at the beginning had not completely lost consciousness. Its eyes were still slightly open, and its pupils gradually became dilated, emitting a dim yellow light. He couldn't help but frown slightly.

An old wizard with a bald head and wearing a dragon-skin fireproof suit dropped his broom and walked towards them with a frown on his face. In his opinion, the problem had not been solved yet, he had only temporarily controlled the fire dragon.

"Professor Kettleburn..." He simply greeted the old professor and looked at Melvin next to him, his expression slightly softened. "Professor Lewynter from Hogwarts?"

Melvin nodded: "You are?"

"Thank goodness you were there to subdue the dragon in time. You really helped!" The old wizard said with gratitude. "I am Anton Vogel, Director of the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures and the Chief of the Reserve at the Romanian Ministry of Magic."

Chapter 101 The Possibility of Embezzlement

Moonlight shone obliquely into the simple wooden house through the window. The man sitting under the kerosene lamp put down the report, leaned back in the chair, frowned and thought.

Looking out the window, there was a mess of scorched earth. Faintly, one could see black and gray smoke rising. If one breathed closely, one could even smell the distinct smell of sulfur.

"A total of 23 dragon eggs have been stolen." Anton Vogel said frankly to these guests who had come from afar. "We've already notified the Aurors to block and investigate incoming and outgoing wizards. The situation isn't optimistic; they may have already escaped... If these dragon eggs aren't recovered, many female dragons may suffer from postpartum depression."

Melvin asked thoughtfully, "Twenty-three dragon eggs were stolen simultaneously. The operation was swift and left no trace. This must have been an organized and planned operation."

"Who says it isn't, Professor Lewynter? Your perception is very sharp." Vogel nodded and picked up the teapot on the table and filled it with red liquid for the guest. "Try this, dragon's blood brandy, our local specialty. It doesn't have any alcohol, but relies entirely on the dragon's blood for the stimulating flavor."

Melvin took a sip and put down the teacup calmly.

Hagrid and Kettleburn would have liked it, but they weren't here, out there helping to calm and handle the dragon as professionals.

"They are well-trained, have been planning for a long time, and are very familiar with the reserve... I must remind you, Mr. Vogel, that they may have accomplices within the Fire Dragon Reserve." Melvin paused, "And more than one."

"More than one..."

Vogel repeated in a low voice, looking at the young professor in front of him, who was powerful and quick-witted... He felt a stir in his heart, and an idea popped up in his mind. He sighed deeply and began to complain:

"Yes, Professor Lewynter, we've had suspicions for a long time. The protected area has an extremely strict management system, but the underground dragon trade in the surrounding area is still very rampant. Poaching dragons and stealing dragon eggs occurs every year. The Ministry of Magic has asked the Law Enforcement Department to conduct thorough investigations several times, but it can only calm the situation for a while. Once the storm has passed, those thieves and scum will come back again..."

Melvin pretended not to hear his thoughts and listened to him finish talking about the security situation in Romania with a smile: "It's very regrettable, but I believe the Aurors will be able to arrest those illegal dark wizards."

Vogel opened his mouth and originally wanted to seek the professor's help, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that although the professor's magic was terrifyingly powerful, he knew nothing about the situation here. When it came to investigating the case, it seemed that he could not be of much help.

What if something is found out?

Vogel nodded and took a sip of the dragon's blood brandy. "Professor, are you planning to leave now?"

"Leaving? Of course not." Melvin smiled. "On the contrary, I want to ask when the reserve will open. I haven't had a good look at the fire dragon yet."

"That depends on how the dragons recover," Vogel sighed. "Dragon eggs have been stolen before. It probably takes about a week. I hope no female dragons suffer from depression..."

Ten minutes later, Melvin said goodbye. Vogel also said he had to work overtime tonight. Before leaving, he expressed his gratitude again: "Professor Lewinter, our reserve will remember your help."

The Romanian Ministry of Magic increased its immigration and exit inspections and required ordinary tourists to cooperate with management. Charlie helped to send them out, and they floated in the night sky for half an hour before staying in Aibo's hotel again.

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, Melvin, Kettleburn and Hagrid walked on the streets of Budapest, feeling the moist breeze from the river.

Hagrid shrugged his head and thought about the dragon mothers. He was in a very low mood. He felt a little empathy. He and Norbert were so sad to part with each other, and those mother dragons would be even sadder.

Melvin and Kettleburn didn't comment on this and didn't say much, just treating it as a way to relax Hagrid.

"Melvin, don't be fooled by that Vogel." Kettleburn looked at the swaying lights on the Danube.

"Is there something I don't know?" Melvin was a little surprised.

"You should know that there are many Death Eaters in Britain who have escaped trial. Some of these former criminals have withdrawn from the public eye and kept a low profile, while others have changed their identities and taken up important positions in other countries." Kettleburn paused. "For example, Bagman of the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department, and Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang..."

"Is Vogel one of them?"

"He is also a criminal who escaped justice, but he is not a Death Eater, he is a witch saint."

"Witch Saint... Vogel..."

Melvin kept repeating the name. He felt that the name was somewhat familiar just now. When the professor mentioned it, relevant information about the history of magic emerged in his mind and he slowly remembered it.

Vogel was once a name in textbooks, but in modern magical history, names like Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Picquery and Scamander are too brilliant, making this German Minister of Magic and former President of the International Confederation of Wizards seem unknown.

In the early twentieth century, when Vogel was in office, he led the capture and escort of Grindelwald in the 20s. In the early 30s, he organized the election of the President of the International Federation.

For unknown reasons, the German Ministry of Magic headed by him almost all turned to the Witch Party and plotted to make Grindelwald the new president... Later, Dumbledore and Scamander defeated Grindelwald, and Vogel was liquidated and dismissed, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Decades later, unexpectedly, the former UMNO members became high-ranking figures in Romania.

"So that's it..."

No wonder the director was not surprised when the internal spy was mentioned.

This land is truly blessed with outstanding people and a mixed crowd of all kinds.

Melvin was in a delicate mood.

"Very strange, isn't it? A former Death Eater is now the headmaster, a member of the Witch Party is a high-ranking official, and right next to the reserve is a black market. This ecosystem has lasted for nearly a hundred years."

"They won't steal from the inside, will they?"

"Probably not. They are making such a big fuss for their long-term interests. They seem more like foreign wizards."

"We are also foreign wizards. I wonder if the businessmen here will welcome us."

Melvin looked at the bridge spanning the river.