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The dragon house was quiet, and the dark shade stayed here, and the air was full of the special smell of animal carrion.

But for the dragon with good night vision, at this moment, beams of sunlight outside are falling on the ground through the gap between the wooden planks and the thatch. The tiny light spots that ordinary human eyes can't detect at all, but in Charlie's view, they are very subtle.

He hadn't paid attention to it before, and it turned out that the light spot was actually circular when it was projected on the ground.Obviously those gaps are very narrow and long, but the light and shadow are not narrow and long.

Now the sky is bright outside, and the sound of rodents crawling at night has disappeared. Instead, the chirping of birds and insects in the forest can be heard endlessly.

Charlie had to admit, he was losing sleep.

The fact that dragons are nocturnal creatures has long been written deep in this body, and his biological clock as a human has long been affected upside down.But he still couldn't sleep.

In the past, his mother, Mrs. Weasley, always said that when a person reaches a certain point, he should let himself rest and let his brain, limbs, and torso return to a relaxed state, so that he will have a sufficient supply of magic power when he wakes up the next day.

Mother……

He found himself thinking irresistibly of someone—Rosalie the Dragon Mother, the rough and daring animal trainer, the unfeminine but vulnerable dragon breeder.

Oh, how did he know her name, you ask?

This is accidental, but also inevitable. (Charlie: The tone sounds familiar)

The inevitability is determined by the rare biological traces in this place.Contingency is determined by Rosalie's own casual personality.Hmm, kind of esoteric.Charlie nodded with satisfaction, relieved that he hadn't lost his ability to make sentences in parallel.

He got up and stretched the two strong muscle groups on his back in the dragon house.

Seeing the wind brought by flapping wings, turning the slowly floating dust in the light beam into a dancing vortex, he raised Ang Long's powerful neck, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of dragon's breath.

With the control of his mind, the faint green flame condensed on the top of the dragon's palm, turning into the shape of a teardrop.Cool, Charlie thought.

To say that everything has advantages and disadvantages, the reverse actually makes sense.Just like now, although his soul probably transferred to the dragon's body due to the backlash of magic, it also made him truly see the world from the perspective of a dragon.As a human being and a wizard in the past, even though he claimed to know enough about dragons, he was still not as thorough as he is now in the body of a dragon and can control this body from time to time.

Just like he didn't know before, there are many kinds of dragon's breath, and the same dragon's breath can also be different.For example, he, oh, for example, this dragon Charlie, when he was a child, the flames he spit out were red, which is the recognized color of the Balkan fire-breathing dragon's flames.But now it's been two months since he, oh, it broke its shell, and it has another green flame.

But why the flames ejected by the Balkan Charizard as an adult are all red when they are observed and recorded?Charlie couldn't help but have such doubts.

As one of the researchers of the Dragon Research Institute, like all his companions, he has complicated emotions towards creatures like dragons.

Dragons, a magical creature, represent an extremely evil force in the concept of British Muggles, but because they have never been reported in the news, so far Muggles have only imagined them from stories; in the long history of the wizarding world Their images are more vivid in the book: Dragon raising was a very prosperous activity hundreds of years ago. Before the Wizards Conference issued a bill abolishing dragon raising in [-], dragon trainers as a profession had spread all over the world. The Wizarding Continent.

Charlie heard a sudden exclamation from the door of the cabin not far from the dragon house.He turned to stare at Sherman.

"La la la ~" I knew who it was, and it could only be who it was.

"Baby Charlie! Uh, probably sleeping, shhh..." Then the footsteps softened a little.Charlie was ashamed, even if he fell asleep now, he might be woken up by her.

"It's rare that the weather is so good, how can I not go out to exercise." There were endless murmurs outside the door, and Charlie fiddled with the sheep bones hidden in the ground with his dragon claws, as if he could see the two extremely tangled eyebrows of the woman.

Then the door was pulled open at once, and the excessive light shone in from the door, piercing the darkness.The woman who called herself Rosalie was standing in the backlight with her hands on her hips, unable to see her expression clearly.

"Papa", she clapped her hands lightly, "It's time for our game." She said happily, stepped forward to touch his nose, and walked to the sunny place outside the door.

Charlie finally saw her expression clearly.

Cheerful, casual, like a shell on her body.As if she had taken Polyjuice Potion, she changed from appearance to another person, pretending to be relaxed.What is it actually like? Charlie looked at her with pity, and the dragon claws moved the soil, and walked towards the door of the house.

Buried deeper in her heart was the kind of sadness that one would not care about without careful observation.Lonely, lonely soul, with a temperature completely different from the smile on her face at this time, Charlie seemed to hear what she said to him the night before.

She thought he didn't understand, but she introduced herself first.Kind of funny, but in a place where there was no one to talk to, he couldn't make fun of her.Laughing at no one was like him, something Charlie Weasley would do.

Then she talked about her parents.About her broken family.He said a lot of things that he didn't understand.

He didn't even understand how a 20-year-old animal trainer had such a bumpy life, and it sounded completely out of character for her.

"Come on! Charlie!" The brighter she smiled, the more he thought she was going to cry the next second.

—Don't cry, girl.

Even if you are born destined to be an abandoned life, even if your father was arrested and imprisoned when your mother was pregnant with you, and your mother remarried after giving birth to you.

Even if the neighbor's playmate's father says you're a scoundrel's kid and won't let his kids play with you, you're always alone because of it.

Even if the grandfather who raised you died of cancer (he didn't know what it was), grandma wouldn't even see you, seeing you as a stain on her life.

...don't cry.

"Let's go to the surface of the Rift Valley today? The weather is fine, maybe we can catch a few bison!

"Uh, what's wrong?

"Charlie, what do you mean?" Charlie stared at her, looking at Rousi's puzzled expression.

He stepped forward and gently rubbed her stomach with the ungrown dragon horns.

Don't cry, because I'll be with you, so you can let your tears flow, like those nights when you dripped your tears on my palm, well, the dragon's palm.My hard dragon scales are invulnerable, but seep into the bitterness in your heart.

……

evil.

Charlie trembled.

It seems that something is wrong!It's true that he feels pity for her and sympathizes with her, but the above style of music is not suitable for him!If it continues, his dragon skin bumps will probably fall all over the ground.

"Roar." He raised his head and pointed at his back with his chin.

"Let me go up? Is this so?" He looked at Rousi with a surprised tone and exaggerated body language, pointing to her own nose.

The afternoon sun falls like gold on the warm earth.There was a young shepherd with a young reed in his mouth, and he closed his eyes and lay on his back on the green pasture, imagining that he was lying on pieces of gold.For a moment, suddenly, a shadow enveloped him, and then left quickly.

He opened his eyes.

I heard the girl's hearty smile faintly coming from the air—"You are flying too far! Go higher, higher!"

But when he looked up and looked around, he didn't find anything unusual.

The wind blows the blades of grass, bringing the calls of the sheep one after another.In the distance of the blue sky, a black spot is getting smaller and smaller towards the sun.

Probably some kind of bird.

Lie down again, thought the Shepherd, and start weaving a better dream.