Mist Butterflies, appearing as fist-sized blue butterflies, carry a natural Mist Charm while flying, and can change color according to the environment. Typically, they live only in the primeval forest.
But if these insects appear in cities, it’s a different story.
Imagine how astonished the Muggles would be upon seeing a clearly visible, floating, moving cloud of colorful mist, especially fifty years ago.
Back then, the Columbia Ministry of Magic worked nonstop day and night for a week to erase the memories of those Muggles, with resentment greater than an Obscurus.
“It was, it was just one, only one escaped,” Newt stammered and corrected, “and it came out because it sensed the presence of female Mist Butterflies around.”
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
That’s the amazing thing about Newt; he never intentionally released the Fantastic Beasts from his case, yet they always find ways to escape for various reasons.
So it’s no wonder he isn’t very popular.
When Newt decided to retire, Dumbledore exerted quite a bit of effort, and it was only then that the Minister of Magic agreed to let him settle in Dorset.
“Alright, let’s get going quickly,” said Dumbledore, casually picking up a twig and crafting it into a Portkey.
Kael and Newt walked over and grasped the twig.
“Ready, we’re about to go…”
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the three of them were pulled away by an unexpected force and disappeared.
During a dizzying spin, Kael soon landed back on the ground.
“Who’s there?”
A reprimanding voice came to his ear; a few sturdy Dragon Tamers surrounded the three with their wands.
Until a second later…
“Mr. Scamander!”
“Headmaster Dumbledore!”
The leading Dragon Tamer quickly lowered his wand, “I apologize, I didn’t recognize you two just now.”
“No worries, I should have informed you ahead of time.” Newt shook his head and asked, “Is Drools around? I need to talk to him.”
“Yes, the captain is in the hatchery, observing a clutch of soon-to-hatch dragon eggs,” said the Dragon Tamer. “Follow me, he’ll be pleased to see you both.”
The man subconsciously ignored Kael, but this was normal.
Though Kael had visited once, that was a long time ago, and back then Charlie was the one who hosted him.
Now that Charlie has resigned and returned to the United Kingdom, these people naturally wouldn’t recognize the little assistant who followed Newt.
But Kael didn’t mind; what he cared about was what the man had just said.
Hatchery, soon-to-hatch dragon eggs… Looks like he arrived just in time.
The Dragon Tamer led them through winding paths in the Reserve, passing at least three checkpoints until they stopped before a massive cave.
Even from a distance, Kael could feel a wave of heat coming toward him, now standing as if at the mouth of a soon-to-erupt volcano.
“This is the hatchery,” Newt explained. “All hatching fire dragons are transferred here to prevent being targeted by ill-intentioned people.”
“Exactly,” the Dragon Tamer, having just noticed Kael’s presence, said, “In addition, transferring the dragon eggs here also prevents them from being accidentally crushed by other fire dragons. These big guys aren’t very gentle and fight almost every day.”
“Are there a lot of dragon eggs here?” Kael asked curiously.
The Dragon Tamer hesitated, clearly reluctant to tell Kael this, until he glanced at Dumbledore and Newt again and said, “There are currently only two clutches of dragon eggs here. We originally had three, but the remaining Hungarian Horntail is too aggressive, and we really don’t know how to move it.”
“There’s no need to move it,” Newt chuckled, “I doubt any dragon would want to mess with a Hungarian Horntail.”
“That’s exactly what the captain said.”
As they conversed, increasingly clear footsteps sounded from within the cave, and soon someone walked out.
“Captain!”
“Hmm, thanks for your hard work, you can get back to work, I’ll take it from here,” Drools said.
He was slimmer than Kael expected, not as robust as Charlie, but the scars on his body were just as numerous, especially the long scar on his left cheek, making him look fierce.
“Great to see you both,” Drools said. “Mr. Scamander, Mr. Dumbledore, and… I guess you must be Kael, you’ve grown a lot taller since a few years ago.”
“You remember me?” Kael asked.
“I remember everyone who has helped the Fire Dragon Reserve, including you naturally,” Drools said.
Then he looked at Newt and Dumbledore again, putting away his smile, “Forgive my impudence, but what brings you two suddenly to the Fire Dragon Reserve? As far as I know, the United Kingdom is currently facing great trouble.”
“If you’ve come seeking help from the Fire Dragon Reserve, I must apologize in advance.”
“No, Drools, you misunderstand,” Dumbledore said seriously, “Rest assured that we will solve these troubles ourselves and will not spread to the Fire Dragon Reserve.”
“I’m sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore,” Drools said, “I just don’t want fire dragons to become tools of war.”
“I equally don’t want to see fire dragons on the battlefield,” Dumbledore agreed profoundly.
He was very thankful that the fire dragons were protected; several dozen fire dragons, plus numerous Dragon Tamers, even Voldemort wouldn’t want to provoke this place lightly. Otherwise, given his actions of recruiting giants, he certainly wouldn’t ignore fire dragons, such war machines.