The next day, the Hogwarts Express left the station and disappeared from Felix's sight.

Dumbledore stood with him, looking into the distance, his eyes filled with crystal water: "It's really touching... The empty head is full of knowledge, and enjoy a wonderful holiday."

"Yes, there's a bag of homework." Felix said: "Albus, why did you let me go to Romania?"

"Because you are not any of the four deans, we always have to avoid suspicion. This year's championship is more than ever, with five schools." Dumbledore said softly, "This is my job, but I'm too busy-"

"Five schools? Besides the extra Ifamoni, which one is there?"

"Foggy's work from Vacatou, Moon Mountain in Africa," Dumbledore said: "He has had a hard time in the past two months. The dementor's loss of control made his reputation plummet. Parents sent letters to condemn his incompetence, and newspapers also reported it in succession."

"You didn't say that Forge's wrist is very-"

"Great?" Dumbledore said with a smile: "Have you seen news about Sirius and Petr in the newspaper? Including Peter's last words?"

"Did he mean it?" Felix asked in surprise. He only saw the Ministry of Magic's briefing in the tofu block article in the newspaper a long time ago, and basically did not cause any trouble.

"I think it's a matter of going with the flow... Dementors are out of control, which is something that all students see, but few people know about that past. In Fauci's view, perhaps Sirius' case is more sensitive," Dumbledore said: "The hero was detained for twelve years without trial, and the traitor enjoyed the first-class Merlin Medal and lived a stable life... Although it was not what happened in his term, the people would not care about so much. What's more, Voldemort was involved."

Felix nodded and understood Fudge's idea: Since the dementor is out of control and can no longer be covered, then don't care. Anyway, there is also the shield of Umbridge, but it involves unjust, false and wrong cases and Voldemort, so it must be concealed from the public.

"I guess he put all his hopes on those two events, the Quidditch World Cup and the Championship."

Dumbledore agreed: "It is Foggy's specialty to cover up pale with prosperity. So he wanted to bring more schools to an end and expand his influence. In fact, he sent invitations to ten magic schools in total, but few responded to him."

...

Felix is ​​located among the mountains, where it is the Karepatian Mountains known as the "Romanian backbone", and the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve is hidden in it.

Although there are many dragon farms around the world, the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve is the most unique - the fire dragons here are in a semi-stocked state, with more than a hundred professionals from all over the world working here, including dragon trainers, dragon raising masters and fire dragon research experts.

Here, you can find almost all kinds of fire dragons known in the world.

Felix watched as seven or eight wizards surrounded a Romanian croaker, whose half of its wings broke into a big hole in blood, and the dragon trainers tried to calm it down.

He walked down the hillside and observed the dragon up close, with dark green scales and long golden horns, his eyes alert and irritable, and he stomped his feet uneasy.

"Relax - we have no malice, you need treatment." A wizard shouted, his companions surrounded him vigilantly, aiming his wand at the fire dragon in the estrus period, especially as it failed, and now it probably won't be in a good mood.

The ceratops flapped half of their wings and spurted a few sparks out of their nostrils.

"Be careful, it's going to spit fire-Charlie, use the coma spell!" another wizard shouted.

The dragon trainer named Charlie shouted: "Find the right time and wait until it exposes its abdomen, let's go together--just now!"

"Damn it!" They shouted in unison. The coma curse fell on the thick skin of the abdomen like a rocket. Its hind legs were shaking and blue smoke emerged from its nostrils. It lowered its head blankly and looked around, and then fell down very slowly.

“Beautiful job!”

A middle-aged witch patted Charlie on the shoulder and said with relief: "I can rest assured to let you lead the team alone." His companions also surrounded him. Because they lived in the wild all year round, their skin was very rough, and they turned brown and black, and they looked like they were weathered.

'It turned out to be him.' Felix thought to himself that Charlie Weasley, two times younger than him, has a very high talent in Quidditch. He was once the captain of the Gryffindor team and won the Quidditch Cup.

However, Felix was not interested in Quidditch when he was in school and did not recognize him for a while. He didn't even remember what the captain of Slytherin was called at that time.

Besides, Charlie Weasley was very different from his impression. Although he still had a broad face like a good man and had freckles unique to the Weasley family, his skin was not so dark when he was in school, and there was no big shiny scar on his arms burned by fire.

Felix stood quietly on the side, but shocked the others. They had focused on the fire dragon before, and they didn't notice that there was one more person next to them.

"Who are you? Don't you know it's dangerous here, and it's so close?" The middle-aged witch frowned and looked at the young man in front of her. Felix's face was very confusing, making him think that this was a reckless guy who had excessive curiosity and ran to explore.

There are many people of this type every year. They often just graduate from school and travel around the country, and the Fire Dragon Reserve is a very attractive choice.

"Felix Hepp, Hogwarts' ancient magical professor." Felix said in a relaxed tone: "On behalf of President Albus Dumbledore, the alternative to the Championship."

The middle-aged witch looked at him suspiciously. Are all professors so young now?

"Captain!" Charlie Weasley stood up: "I know him, let me receive him."

"He is really a professor?" After receiving the affirmative reply, the captain waved his hand: "Okay, since you are friends, I'll leave it to you. Others! Recite the floating spell with me and take the fire dragon away."

Charlie looked at Felix seriously: "The captain has no malice, he is a good person."

Felix laughed in silence: "Charlie Weasley, I'm curious about what I am in your heart."

Charlie didn't speak, what image? Of course it was a shadow of a generation. As a pure Gryffindor, he was still very happy when he saw Felix deal with Slytherin's students when he was in school.

This also led to Felix's reputation in the other three academies at that time, but his aggressiveness is also recognized, and everyone is staying away from him.

"Our life is there, I'll take you there," Charlie said, pointing to the foot of the mountain, "living in a tent by a stream."

Along the way, Charlie introduced him to the environment here: "The Kaerpathians are very large and occupy 40% of the land in this country. In addition to forests, there are also rocky beaches, swamps and caves..."

"Will the fire dragons start a wildfire?" Felix asked with interest.

"This situation is rare. They do not rely on fire to prey. For example, the Romanian croaker just now likes to kill prey with its horns, take it back to the nest on the mountain and then spit fire to cook the prey." Charlie said: "Only when encountering flexible and difficult opponents, or fighting like this, use fire to attack or deterrent, and the winners often take the initiative to extinguish the flames."

He said with emotion: "This is their home." The two looked up and watched a silver-blue fire dragon pass through the air.

Charlie brought Felix to a tent area. It can be seen that he has a good reputation. When he came here, many people greeted him, and he responded one by one.

"We need to register here, how long are you going to stay?" He took out a notebook.

Felix thought for a while: "It takes two or three days, I'm very interested in this place."

Charlie frowned: "I thought it was half a day...I need to apply to the captain, please wait." He left in a hurry, and it took him a long time to come back, with a puzzled look on his face: "They are out again, I'll take you around first."

The sky is getting darker, and the other side-

Harry, Ron and Hermione got off the train and walked out of Kings Cross Station together. Harry was not in a good mood. Even though he had a godfather, he still had to return to Dursley's house. This was what Dumbledore asked for and he could not refuse.

Sirius has not appeared for a while. If Harry hadn't received a letter on the train, he would have doubted whether Sirius had forgotten that he had a godson.

Mrs. Weasley hugged him warmly and invited him to watch the Quidditch World Cup, which made Harry feel better, but when they parted, he pushed the salute to Uncle Fennon alone, his mood became gloomy again.

Two whole months...

Uncle Vernon greeted him in his usual manner. "What is that?" he growled, glaring at the envelope that Harry was still holding in his hand. "If that's another form to sign, then you must..."

"Not a form," Harry said with a calm face, "it was a letter written by my godfather."

"Godfather?" Uncle Vernon spitted, "You don't have any godfather!"

"No, I have," said Harry, his mood magically starting to get better, "He is the best friend of my mom and my dad, the convicted murderer, but he escaped from the magic prison. That's what he sent me, and I can show you the name in the letter..."

Uncle Feinong's face twitched, and his little eyes were filled with fear.

Harry was still happily choreographing Sirius, and he wanted to fight for some benefits for his long summer vacation: "...Sirius Black, who was broadcast on TV, is still running and not caught, but he is willing to keep in touch with me to confirm whether I am passing quickly, quickly-"

Harry widened his eyes, his eyes crossed the fat wall of Uncle Fennon. At a corner of the station, not far from them, a person dressed in hippie leaned against the corner of the wall. The man wore a pointed hat, covering most of his face, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

The man pushed away his hat and showed Sirius's bright smile: "Harry, it really makes me sad that you said that..."
Chapter completed!