(Myaardi)

Deimos nodded as Kire started packing the dynamite into his pocket dimension. Meanwhile, Mr. Bigmouth was setting up the mortar next to the repulsorsled.

"Kire's planning a bombing run by himself," Deimos added as he peered through the scope. He saw crates of what he assumed to be refined metals loaded into a shuttle under armed guard.

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(Pottermore)

Ms. Swimmer took notes. The fact that some of the students were comparing this to what she assumed to be a war to keep Magicfolk from being exterminated suggested that this was far more serious than was being let on. But she needed some more information.

Assuming her visiting professor persona, she approached the students. "Hello," she said. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. What concerns you most?"

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Multiple pops were heard at the Innse Gall Dragon Reservation as hit-wizards apparated in. Almost immediately they engaged the dark wizards. Spellfire and explosions filled the air as they retaliated with a mix of spells ranging from the simple Knockback Jinx to the much more powerful Blasting Curse and Expulso Curse. Some even threw in Bombarda Maxima.

Meanwhile, operatives from the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau apparated in and stood by, ready to subdue the dragons in the event they turned on the hit-wizards. Unfortunately, neither side had the training to deal with Stripetail's crew of dragons, and they defaulted to assuming they were like Pottermore dragons.

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"Right now," Captain Carson said. She would have preferred the field trip to be open to all four houses, but Snape had strongly discouraged her from doing so, lest the field trip devolve into bickering.

She then led her group out into the grounds of Hogwarts. As it was early evening, it was starting to get dark, but there was still a decent amount of light remaining.

Melanie had managed to keep her secret life as 10 away from Max and Dana. Currently, she was introducing them to her family at the Gotham Yacht Club at the outskirts of the city. The grounds were lush with grass, flowers, and carefully sculpted bushes. Well-dressed guests were enjoying canapes and wine as a string quartet played. Out in the harbor, other, smaller parties were being held aboard the boats.

"Max, Dana" Melanie said. "These are my parents."

King was dressed in an expensive tailored suit that showed off his imposing physique. A tie clip capped with a blue diamond gleamed in the sun. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Gibson, Miss Tan," he said, offering his hand for a greeting.

Queen approached, wearing a cocktail dress that likely cost as much as a car. In her hand was a crystal glass of red wine. "I do hope you two are enjoying the atmosphere."

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Inque had made her way inside the village in the form of one of the GCPD officer assigned to patrol the village. She saw no sign of Stripetail, just various athletes exercising or practicing.

Regardless, she figured exploring the village would help get her some valuable information.

Oooh, I like this already. Getting right into the action!

Only thing I can see are the commas outside the quotation marks; they should be inside the quotation marks when they're used as a period. They are not necessary when other punctuation marks are used.

On a side note, Dink: The Little Dinosaur and LBT are tailor-made for a perfect crossover.

Awesome!

I love the idea of the dinosaurs dressed in appropriate clothing!

And Petrie in early 20th century aviation outfit is perfect!

Hello, Mr. Krieger.

I have two questions.

For The Sharptooth, I've seen debates over his characterization, whether he was a serial killer in dinosaur form, an animalistic predator, or a force of nature in the shape of a dinosaur. How did you interpret The Sharptooth?

What was your inspiration behind this movie?

The Chrono team might make it to the Dragon Reservation before the others. Remember, it's a huge place, so all three teams (the Ministry of Magic Team, Stripetail's dragons, and the Chrono team) may not meet immediately.

(Ministry of Magic - Pottermore)

"At once, Prime Minister," the department head said. He tossed some floo powder into the fireplace, said the name of his office and stepped into the flames.

He emerged from the fireplace and back in his own office. Auror Smythe was still there, seated in one of the wooden chairs facing his desk. "Auror Smythe," he said, dusting some soot off his robes. "I have a new assignment for you."

The aforementioned Auror looked up. "What is it, Sir?" he asked.

"You will be heading back to the Innse Gall Dragon Reserve and you will collect any and all evidence pertaining to the keeper and his...passing."

A brief look of fear crossed his face as he recalled how the interlopers made mincemeat of the Aurors and even some of the dragons. "But Sir, the interlopers are exceedingly powerful."

"Fear not. We will be reinforcing the reserve with hit wizards as well some Ministry trained security trolls. You and your fellow Aurors will be be arriving via portkey. Now then, I suggest you get prepared."

Auror Smythe sighed. "Yes, Sir." He then exited the room.

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(Pottermore - Hogwarts)

Ms. Swimmer did so. She took a bite of the brown bread and drank some of the very strong tea, scrunching her muzzle at the taste. "Thank you," she said. "Though the tea is a bit strong."

"Pottermorians traditionally put sugar and milk in it," Captain Carson said. "But onto more pertinent topics. In addition to what the others had said they will be investigating, I will be taking some of my students to investigation the western forest."

Ms. Swimmer nodded. "I see. Now then, what will my role be?"

"It would look very suspicious if all the visiting professors went on a field trip simultaneously."

"So I stay behind?"

Captain Carson nodded. "Remember, we also want to keep tabs on what the student body and other faculty are up to as well as their opinions. Who knows, with less of the visiting professors, some of the students might voice opinions that they wouldn't otherwise dare to voice."

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(Pottermore - Knockturn Alley)

Even with the heightened security restrictions and Auror patrols, Knockturn Alley was still as unsafe as it ever was with merchants selling items of dubious legality and quality.

And that was where one of Chong's Muggle associates was attempting to pawn off some Fireball eggs stolen from the Innse Gall Dragon Reserve.

Primrose Myrrdin looked at the mysterious person standing in front of her counter inside Myrrdin's Miscellany. The inside of the shop had a variety of used goods ranging from potion brewing supplies to brooms. The person wore a set of mirrored sunglasses, a full-body cloak and a scarf that covered their face. "Do you accept new goods?" The voice was unusual, sounding heavily distorted. Perhaps it was a new spell she didn't know about.

Primrose adjusted her glasses. "Do you see what I'm selling?" she replied, gesturing to a rack of old cauldrons in the back. "If it's usable, I'll pay a fair price for it."

"Well, I have something that I think you'll greatly enjoy." They looked at the windows and the door. "I'd rather show you in a more private area though."

Primrose nodded and flipped the sign on the door to read "closed" and then headed to the crowded backroom with the Muggle in tow. The backroom had some items that were clearly less than legal with controlled potion brewing ingredients and some enchanted Muggle items being the most obvious.

"It had better be something good," Primrose said tersely, glaring at Chong's associate.

The Muggle said nothing but carefully removed a Fireball egg from under their cloak.

Primrose's eyes widened as she gently held the egg. It was warm, almost hot to the touch and the brilliant red egg with the golden speckles were the identical match for the eggs. "A Cathayan Fireball egg?" she asked. The egg shells of this particular dragon variety were commonly used in Cathayan wizardry and had recently become in vogue among Pottermorian Magicfolk. Indeed, demand was so high that legally acquired Cathayan Fireball egg shells (via scavenging from nests after the eggs have hatched) wasn't enough to keep up with the demand. That and some particularly fastidious Wizards wanted whole Cathayan Fireball eggs.

The cloaked figure tilted their head but spoke. "That's the name of it? How much?"

"How many?"

"Six," the cloaked figure replied. "Six thousand galleons for all of them."

Primrose shook her head. "Two thousand."

"Fine, five thousand."

"These are rare, but not that rare! 2,500!"

The figure shook their head. "Getting these was dangerous. I expect that myself and my men be compensated appropriately for it. 4,500!"

"3,000!"

"3,500!"

"3,250! That's my final offer!" Primrose said, crossing her arms.

The cloaked figure nodded. "Deal." They pulled out the six eggs from under their cloak and Primrose handed them a cloth satchel. They opened it and counted up the money. Satisfied they had received their accurate payment, they nodded and pocketed the the satchel. "Pleasure doing business with you."

They then left Myrrdin's Miscellany, flipping the sign to read open on their way out.

Primrose hid the eggs under some loose papers to keep it away from prying eyes.

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(Myaardi)

Deimos nodded as he climbed on the back of the repulsorsled. Mr. Bigmouth took the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Do you have any recommendations on where to begin?" Mr. Bigmouth asked, checking the parameters of the sled's engines and repulsorlifts.

Kire gently landed on the back. "We can look at the plains. Given its flat area, it's likely he's built up a mine or refinery there."

"Well, that's good enough. All ready?"

(OOC - Cathay = China)

Captain Carson nodded. "Excellent. For obvious reasons I want any of the students accompanying me to be capable of defending themselves. Now, I have to be discreet when asking about their martial skills," she said. "So far, I thought maybe looking at their Defense Against Dark Arts skills would be reasonable proxy."

Some House Elves had prepared a tray of appetizers to be shared consisting, consisting of parched peas, potted shrimp and sourdough bread, and Cymreig rarebit. A few other House Elves prepared butterbeer as well as hot tea with lemon, sugar and milk available to taste.

"Thank you," Captain Carson said, when the tray had been placed.

(OOC - Cymru is the Pottermore counterpart of Wales. Cymreig = Welsh.)

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The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement emerged from the fireplace in Prime Minister Fudge's office. "Prime Minister Fudge," he said. "The situation is far worse than we had previously thought. The only survivor of the investigation team is Auror Smythe. From the keeper's notebook he recovered, it appears these dragon hunters — likely Chong's forces — had made multiple incursions into Innse Gall Dragon Reservation. So far, a clutch of Cathayan Fireball eggs had been stolen, and a Common Cymru Green and an Ironbelly had been killed and butchered. But it's likely the toll might be higher since the notebook has no recent entries. I fear the keeper was another victim of Chong."

(Myaardi)

Stripetail's message had reached the meeting room where Deimos and the rest of the crew were located, courtesy of one of the enchanted communications crystals.

"All right," Deimos said. "It seems we're going to be getting reinforcements from Stripetail and Captain Carson."

Mr. Bigmouth took a sip of his fruit juice. "Do we have an estimated time of arrival?"

Deimos shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. However, he has ordered us to scout for Chong's logistics train and disrupt it if possible."

Mr. Bigmouth drained the rest of his juice. "I presume that involves us destroying his mining camps and the like?" the Saurolophus asked.

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(Pottermore)

"I did indeed," Captain Carson said, taking a seat. "I do apologize for the odor." She then listened to Stripetail speak. "Commander, if I may," she said. "We only have so many of us present and while the Spirarian crew would definitely be of assistance, there's the simple fact that they are under a curfew in Esbenshire and there is substantial prejudice against non-Magicfolk.

She then continued. "However, I can assist by having my students and I perform recon missions under guise of research and field trips."

(Pottermore - Innse Gall Dragon Reservation)

Auror Smythe exited the hut and apparated to where he last saw the team leader. Only to be confronted with the smoldering remains of the armed dune buggy and the empty repulsorsled. And more distressingly, a smoking crater with no signs of either the interlopers or the remaining Aurors.

He looked around and then cast the Human-presence-revealing Spell. His stomach sank as he realized that there was no Human presence anywhere. Sighing, he apparated back to the keeper's hut. It was then he wondered if these dragon hunters had made multiple incursions into the reserve.

He checked one of the logbooks and gasped. They had visited the reserve multiple times, with one visit resulting in a clutch of Cathayan Fireball eggs being stolen. The last entry in the logbook was made several days ago and the keeper had reported that someone had killed a Common Cymru Green dragon with what appeared to be multiple Bombarda Maxima spells.

The fact that the last entry was several days ago and that he could not find the keeper, made Auror Smythe consider the horrifying possibility that the interlopers had killed the keeper as well. Seeing as there was nothing left, he grabbed the notebook, relit the fire and threw floo powder into it.

Shouting out the name of his destination, Auror Smythe entered the campfire and emerged in the office of the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Chief Auror," Auror Smythe said. "I have grave news to report. It appears that the interlopers had escaped, and in the process killed the rest of my team. And...well, there's this..." He placed the notebook in front of the department head. "The keeper has made no other entries beyond this, contrary to the standard protocols. I fear they may also have fallen victim to the dragon hunters."

The department head scowled as he browsed through the notebook. "This is more serious than I thought. I shall alert Minister Fudge at once. Dismissed."

Auror Smythe dipped his head and exited the room as the department head prepared to meet with Minister Fudge via floo network.