Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Hearing Sebastian's question, Charlie chuckled and answered immediately.

"It's all because of the mating season. This Ukrainian Ironbelly was fighting with a thirty-foot-long Hebridean Black Dragon for a mate, and he got beaten like this."

"We saw that its wings were severely injured and it was likely no match for the black dragon, so we separated it from the black dragon."

"It's still not convinced, professor. Look, it keeps roaring towards the forest. It's actually cursing and provoking you."

"It means Mr. Scamander is calming the black dragon, otherwise the two of them would have fought again."

"We kept trying to get Iron Belly to calm down, but it wouldn't listen. We were worried about how to treat its injuries."

"In fact, our captain is quite familiar with it, and it is usually quite obedient. To be honest, it is one of the dragons here that is very easy to communicate with."

So that's why. No wonder this Ukrainian iron belly always looks like, "Help me up, I can still fight."

No wonder it is unwilling to accept the defeat. This Ukrainian iron belly has not been completely defeated yet, and it still thinks in its heart "I can fight back."

"So it does have a good temper," Sebastian commented.

This Ukrainian iron belly looks excited, but in fact he always leaves room for maneuver.

At the very least, its dragon flames were all fired in the direction of the forest, and not directly at the dragon trainers around it.

Charlie nodded, agreeing with Sebastian's words.

This Ukrainian Ironbelly was sent to this dragon farm when it was a dragon egg, and was raised by its captain himself and released into this forest.

Therefore, it has deep feelings for humans and is not as wild and unruly as many naturally occurring dragons.

Charlie felt that the reason it was defeated was that it picked the wrong opponent.

You should know that the Ukrainian Ironbelly is one of the largest dragons in the world with extremely strong combat power. Even the goblins raise a Ukrainian Ironbelly as a guard in the underground cave of Gringotts.

However, this Iron Belly had just reached adulthood, and the opponent it chose this time was a black dragon that had already reached adulthood for a long time.

Not only was it not at an advantage in size, but it also did not have as much combat experience as the opponent. Its wings were torn at the very beginning, so it was naturally restricted in every way.

"I hope it calms down quickly," Charlie said with a sigh, "otherwise, if we delay for too long, its wings will be hard to heal."

Difficult to cure?

That won’t do. The dragons here are valuable assets.

You must be healthy to create more profits.

"Charlie," Sebastian smiled, "Do you need any help?"

"Professor Swan," Charlie shook his head, "Our captain was worried about causing secondary damage, so he didn't knock it out."

"Easy," Sebastian said, "Let me help you hold it in place so you can get right to treating its wings."

In Sebastian's eyes, this was like a child who was making a fuss about not wanting to get an injection. Physical therapy was the most effective method at this time.

As he said this, he drew his wand and walked towards the direction of the Ukrainian Iron Belly.

Charlie didn't dare to delay and quickly followed Sebastian. At the same time, he shouted to his fellow dragon trainers, "Professor Swan is going to fix the iron belly. Everyone, please cooperate."

Cooperate?

The dragon trainers' faces turned dark. They were angry but dared not say anything. They could only mutter in their hearts.

My God, he brought his wife here just to show off.

Please stop making trouble. It's busy enough here.

These rich people become arrogant after they have a little money and don’t even know their own last names.

This is a dragon, not your pet dog.

What do you use to hold it in place?!

We have so many professional dragon trainers and we don’t even dare to immobilize a dragon. Are you better than all of them combined?

The dragon trainers looked at each other, frowned, and clenched their wands, raising their vigilance to the highest level to prevent the Ukrainian Iron Belly from going crazy, while also preparing for the aftermath.

Sebastian ignored everyone's thoughts. He waved his wand and cast a Transfiguration spell on the ground under Ironbelly's feet.

Silently, the originally flat land seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, and two giant hands made of mud suddenly rose up.

They are like ancient guardians awakening from the depths of the earth, slowly stretching out their fingertips and rushing straight towards the iron belly of Ukraine.

The giant earth hand was strong and sturdy, and with an irresistible force, it suddenly grabbed Iron Belly's body.

The dragon roared angrily and twisted its body to try to break free from the giant hand. However, no matter how hard it tried, the giant hand did not move at all.

The Ukrainian Iron Belly was completely enraged. It tried to twist its head and use deadly dragon fire to let the wizard see how powerful it was.

However, its neck was also covered with thick mud armor, which prevented it from turning its head and it could only stare at the empty space ahead.

The silver scales of Iron Belly gleamed coldly in the sun, full of strength and dominance, but at this moment, in front of these giant hands, its struggle seemed insignificant.

From a distance, the originally mighty dragon looked like a little bird in the giant hand of earth, appearing weak and helpless.

Sebastian considerately exposed all its wounds to facilitate smooth treatment.

This operation stunned the dragon trainers. They stood there for a moment and then started shouting.

"Am I dazzled? That's a strong Ukrainian iron belly, not a little bird! How could it be fixed so easily?"

"Is the soil so solid? Shouldn't the dragon be able to shake the soil loose by just shaking its body?"

"Don't be silly, that's the power of Transfiguration. It won't work just by relying on mud. But this looks too easy. How strong must the boss's magic be..."

"I'm a bit shocked. I never thought that the boss is not only richer and more handsome than us, but also so much stronger than us."

"Merlin is unfair!"

Charlie was also stunned. He had never seen Professor Swann take action when he was in school.

After he graduated, he heard several of his younger brothers praising Professor Swann's great abilities, but he never thought that this "great" was so powerful.

"It's a shame that he is not a dragon tamer with such strong strength." Charlie muttered softly, and then he and his companions began to treat Ukrainian Iron Belly's wound.

Ukraine's iron belly is not grateful. It feels that its dignity has been completely destroyed today.

Seeing that it couldn't twist its body, it could only roar towards the forest in grief and anger, as if it wanted to vent all its unhappiness.

Sebastian stood in the distance, his wand pointed steadily at Iron Belly. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, obviously satisfied with the result of his spell.

Little dragon, easy to take down!

However, judging from the emotions exuding from this giant dragon, it seems that its cursing is a bit dirty now.

I just don’t know who it is scolding. Is it scolding itself, or the culprit that caused it to get hurt?

It's a pity that the Fantastic Beasts Translator does not include dragon language, otherwise I would have to listen to what it is cursing.

Suddenly, Sebastian raised his eyebrows and looked up into the depths of the forest.

In his magical perception, several huge figures rose into the sky and flew rapidly towards the dragon trainer camp.