Chapter 693: War Machines, Firestorm Charm
Madam Maxime couldn't understand Hagrid's joy, nor how he could describe the ferocious fire-breathing dragon before them as a "good boy."
What kind of "good boy" grew fifteen feet tall, scorched the ground with fire, and looked ready to start a fight at any moment? She had neither seen nor heard of such a creature.
Meanwhile, Norbert let out a low growl as soon as his eyes landed on Newt's Hungarian Horntail. The hostility was mutual.
Dragons like the Norwegian Ridgeback and the Hungarian Horntail were notorious for their fiery tempers and territorial nature. A mere glance from one to the other could ignite a battle that might last for days. It wasn't personal; it was just their nature.
For Norbert, however, it was personal. As a baby, he'd been thoroughly beaten by this very Hungarian Horntail. Now, faced with his old rival, memories of the past seemed to surface in a fiery wave of resentment.
Norbert's growl grew louder and more menacing, as though he were moments away from lunging at the other dragon.
The Hungarian Horntail, on the other hand, regarded Norbert with visible disdain, as though to say, You haven't grown enough to challenge me yet.
"Okay, Hogg, we've got work to do," Newt said, gently patting the Horntail's wing. The dragon turned its head away, clearly unimpressed but willing to comply.
Meanwhile, Kyle managed to calm Norbert, gently stroking his scales to ease his fidgeting.
"What's the plan?" Kyle asked.
"Leave it to them," Newt replied confidently. "Two dragons are more than enough to throw a Giant tribe into chaos."