Chapter 692: The Giant Crisis
Early the next morning, Fred and George stormed back to St. Catchpole Village, too angry to bother with breakfast.
But they didn't get to see Kyle as they'd hoped.
"What, he's out?"
"Yeah, like ten minutes ago," said Chris. "Mr. Scamander thought it was about time Kyle saw the world, so he took him on a holiday."
He opened the door and gestured for the two men to come in. "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"
"No, we—"
Fred's reply was cut off as a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air. It smelled like grilled steak, but there was an additional subtle fragrance, light and refreshing, reminiscent of morning dew or freshly picked fruit.
Their noses seemed to take charge, leading them into the house without a second thought.
Chris waved his wand with a knowing smile, and two steaming, fragrant steaks floated out of the kitchen, landing neatly on empty plates at the table.
"The hind leg of a deer from the Hebrides Islands, which is also one of the favorite foods of the Hebridean Black Dragons, alongside Graphorns," Chris said with a grin.
"This creature isn't native to the UK; Mr. Scamander had it specially brought over. Go on, give it a try."