HP: Spirit Talker

While people are looking at each other again, I will explain about the local "dragons". As many people know, in Europe these animals are bred in Romania, although I have seen references to another nursery, quite small, in Albania, but there they breed only one kind of earth dragon. But now we are talking about Romania.

 The thing is that once upon a time (I do not know the date) this reserve was organized by several European countries on shares, and the original scheme of equal contribution and withdrawal of profits of all shareholders is still in force.

I also know that at that time the Russian Empire did not know what to do with those wyverns that were on its territory, so it did not participate in the Romanian reserve .... and who would have invited it there, frankly?

— Mr. Hoshino, — said the official whose name he didn't hear, or one of them. — We were talking about you stealing ingredients illegally, without official documentation. Headmaster Dumbledore was kind enough to have this conversation, otherwise you would have been taken away by the Aurors as a criminal. You should be grateful that such a man interceded on your behalf, and return all the stolen goods immediately, immediately. Only then will you have no trouble with the law and its representatives.

— I understand. — I close my eyes, still in the same position. — This Hungarian Horntail is a big animal that can make a good profit. — The clerk smiled contentedly, but miserably. — However, as Mr. Crouch, the interpreter of the rules for this Tournament of Three Wizards, had explained to me, by entering the next trial with only one wand, the contestant had the right to do whatever he wanted in the arena as long as he didn't break any other rules. So I had every right to kill the dragon and take the carcass for my own personal use. — I could see everyone in the room from under my closed eyelids, and the expressions of incomprehension, confusion, and growing anger of a few individuals were clearly visible. — However, I realized that such an action would get a lot of people in trouble, so I took a little ....

— A little? A LITTLE?! — shouted the head dragonologist, and Weasley didn't look pleased either. — More than four thousand galleons is NOTHING?

— You had to take the Hungarian Horntail in its entirety? — The raised eyebrow and thoughtful tone elicited a natural snarl from the man, but Dumbledore intervened.

— Mr. Smith, calm down. And you, Mr. Hoshino, must realize that what you are doing looks like natural theft.

— Why is that? — I even opened my eyes fully, though I remained in the same position. — I'm facing a dangerous beast with no or limited immunity to magic, and my only weapon is a magic wand. According to your words, if the dragon tears me or burns me, he is within his rights and everything is within the law, but if I do this to the beast, I become a criminal. Don't you gentlemen think you're all mad? — Someone tried to interrupt me, but I wouldn't let him. — I was acting within the rules of the tournament, and I could have won the trophy by risking my life!

— What life?! — The dragonologist flared up again. — You killed that beast in seconds, there was no threat!

— Just because I'm more skilled than you, Mister, doesn't mean that the dragon wouldn't tear me apart or burn me if it had the chance. — I turn to my former second. — Mr. Crouch, tell me, am I wrong about something?

— The rules of the tournament have not been broken. — the mustachioed man answers dryly.

— But there are also the laws of Magical Britain! — said the scribe. — The dragon and everything you can get from it is the property of the Ministry!

— That's right. — Crouch nodded importantly. — That was until the dragon was brought into the arena and the trial began, after which the beast belonged to the tournament, and any champion had the right to do literally anything with it.

— Mr. Crouch, Minister Fudge will not be pleased when he hears this. — The clerk's eyes narrowed (or did they?).

— I will personally give the minister a report in... — the man glanced at his bulbous watch. — ... forty minutes. I repeat for those who did not hear. — Crouch glanced around the room. — No rules or laws had been broken. But the man turned to me. — Mr. Hoshino should know that the private breeding of dragons, as well as the sale of their eggs, is a serious crime. — The man has a very hard look in his eyes, and that's despite the 'Imperius' hanging from his neck.

— Oh, don't worry, Mr. Crouch. I don't breed dragons, nor do I sell their eggs. Everything I collect is for my own personal use.

— In that case, the man has gotten off the couch. — I see no further reason to detain the Hogwarts champion. You may go, Mr. Hoshino.

— Thank you. — He nods to the man. — Gentlemen. — I glanced at the others, no nods or bows, and walked away.

Good man, this Crouch, and Anthony had nothing but good things to say about him. Well, strict, well, tough, yes, but he is not a scumbag, and that is already a good review of the Englishman. Plus, he's the last official member of a pretty old Pureblood family.

We should get Elder Anthony on Barty and get him to talk the man into a fertility ritual. Crouch is a strong man, and I could see from his aura that he's capable of producing offspring to carry on the bloodline. But his son is no good, because he accepted the "mark" — a powerful alien magic — and the actual acceptance — almost an omation.

I think Barty even kicked his son out of the family, but why did he get him out of Azkaban? No, we should definitely get on with that part of the plans. There's so much to do, so many ideas, how can I keep up? I'm tired too, what did I have to do just to wrap a dragon?!

And I'm the one who used single-core structures to temporarily transfigure flexible stone wire. Originally, I wanted to make chains. I don't think I could have done it, not at my current level.

But the fact that Dar's magic has accelerated so much, I'm surprised myself, and that's a bit of an understatement. But it's even better, especially now that I have almost everything I need for another idea. Well, I'll do it later, but now I need to rest....