Chapter 417: Clever Hagrid
Hagrid looked resolute. As much as he admired the dragon teeth and wanted them badly, he wasn't willing to let Kyle take any financial loss. That was simply out of the question.
"It's different, Hagrid," Kyle explained with a grin. "These aren't purchased crafts. Look closely, and you'll see there's no carving on them."
"Really?" Hagrid took one of the dragon teeth from the bag and examined it, noticing that it was clean and slightly different from the polished ones he'd seen before. Pulling out another, he could see scratches from natural wear.
"See?" Kyle said. "I picked these up at the Dragon Reserve. Didn't cost a single Knut."
"Picked up... picked up..." Hagrid repeated, stunned. "All of these?"
"This is just a fraction," Kyle replied. "You must've heard about the big melee at the Romanian Dragon Reserve. Almost every day, dragons would lose teeth in the fights. Sometimes, I'd pick up seven or eight in ten minutes."
Hagrid's expression went blank as the realization sank in. He hadn't known about the melee at the reserve, and as he processed the image of dozens of dragons clashing, his whole demeanor shifted.
"If only I'd known..." Hagrid muttered, kicking at the ground in frustration. "I'd have crawled to Romania if I had to..."
Kyle shrugged, amused. It wasn't that he'd wanted to keep the event a secret; Hagrid simply wouldn't have been allowed near the dragons without an invitation. If he'd gone, he'd have been stuck at the reserve's edge, missing the action entirely.