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The next day, Viktor sought out Bogdan, his trusted colleague, to inquire about Harry's intentions in returning to the Reserve. Bogdan, ever the loyal friend, recounted several instances where Harry had demonstrated his unwavering commitment and dedication to the welfare of the dragons.

"Did Harry return with good intentions?" Viktor asked, his tone tinged with skepticism. Bogdan considered the question for a moment before responding, his voice steady and assured.

"Yes, he did," he affirmed. "Harry has always acted in the best interests of the dragons, even in the face of great danger." As they strolled through the Reserve, Bogdan recounted tales of Harry's bravery and resourcefulness, from solving the mystery of the missing Longhorn to calming the fearsome albino dragon after its destructive rampage. He spoke of Harry's unwavering determination to seek out solutions to the most pressing challenges, recounting how he had traveled far and wide to confront his own kidnapper, Matei, and resolve the ongoing crisis. Viktor listened intently, his expression thoughtful as he absorbed Bogdan's words. Despite his initial doubts, he couldn't deny the evidence of Harry's selflessness and courage.

"I see," Viktor mused, his voice tinged with newfound respect. "Perhaps I misjudged him." As Bogdan continued to recount Harry's exploits, Viktor couldn't help but see the young man in a new light. However, one issue still gnawed at him—the unauthorized trespassing on the Reserve's territory during the night.

"Harry's actions speak volumes about his character," Bogdan remarked, sensing Viktor's lingering doubts. "He does what he believes is necessary to solve problems, even if it means breaking a few rules along the way." Viktor's brow furrowed at Bogdan's explanation. He found Harry's cavalier attitude toward rules and regulations to be insufferable. How could Alexandru, the former Chief Caretaker, have allowed someone like Harry to work for the Reserve?

"It seems Alexandru's judgment may have been flawed," Viktor muttered under his breath, his frustration evident in his tone. Bogdan, however, offered a different perspective.

"Harry's methods may be unorthodox, but his heart is in the right place," Bogdan insisted. "He cares deeply for the dragons and will stop at nothing to ensure their safety and well-being." Despite his reservations, Viktor couldn't deny the truth in Bogdan's words. Perhaps there was more to Harry than met the eye, and it was time to give him the opportunity to prove himself once more. With a sigh, Viktor resolved to keep a close eye on Harry's actions in the days to come, hopeful that he would prove himself worthy of the trust placed in him.

Over breakfast, Charlie, Nita, and Katrin found themselves engaged in a lively discussion about Harry's unexpected return to the Reserve. The girls expressed their delight at seeing him again, their voices filled with excitement as they speculated on his whereabouts.

"Where do you think he is right now?" Katrin asked, her eyes alight with curiosity. Charlie chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"Knowing Harry, he's probably off causing trouble somewhere," he replied with a fond smile. Nita's brow furrowed as she considered Charlie's words.

"Speaking of trouble, do you think he'll be able to attend his sibling's graduation ceremony?" she asked, her gaze flickering with concern. Charlie sighed heavily, his expression clouded with regret.

"I'm afraid not," he admitted, his tone tinged with disappointment. "Viktor made it clear that neither of us are able to go to the ceremony. Apparently, I've used up all my PTO." Nita's frustration bubbled to the surface at Charlie's statement. She slammed her hand on the table, her eyes flashing with indignation.

"That's impossible!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "Viktor never lets anyone use their PTO, so how could you have used it all up?" Charlie's gaze softened as he regarded Nita, a sense of gratitude washing over him at her unwavering support. He reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering her a reassuring smile.

"I know, Nita," he replied, his voice filled with empathy. "But it seems Viktor has made an exception in my case." Katrin nodded in agreement, her expression sympathetic as she considered their predicament.

"It's not fair," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with disappointment. "We should be able to attend Ron's graduation ceremony without any trouble." Charlie's heart ached at the thought of missing his sibling's milestone event, his sense of regret deepening with each passing moment. But as he looked around at his friends, their unwavering support filled him with a renewed sense of determination.

"We'll find a way to make it right," he vowed, his voice filled with resolve. "Even if we have to gather phoenix feathers ourselves, we'll be there for Ron and Ginny."

Harry sat across from Andrei in his cozy living room, the warmth of the fire casting flickering shadows across the walls. Andrei's face lit up with genuine happiness at seeing Harry, his eyes sparkling with warmth and camaraderie.

"It's good to see you, Harry," Andrei said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've missed our snowball fights." Harry managed a small smile, grateful for Andrei's hospitality.

"I've missed them too," he admitted, his thoughts drifting back to happier times. As they settled into a comfortable silence, Harry began to explain the situation at the Romanian Dragon Reserve to Andrei, his voice tinged with frustration and uncertainty. Andrei listened attentively, his brow furrowed with concern as he considered Harry's predicament.

"That sounds awful," Andrei remarked sympathetically. "But maybe there's something you can do about it."Harry looked at Andrei quizzically, intrigued by his suggestion.

"Like what?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Andrei leaned forward, his expression thoughtful as he spoke. "Have you ever heard of the Labour Court in the wizarding world?" he asked. "You could file a complaint against the new boss at the Reserve. It might not solve everything, but it's worth a shot." Harry's eyes widened with surprise at Andrei's suggestion. The idea had never crossed his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Perhaps there was a way to fight back against the injustices he and his friends were facing.

"It's worth a try," Harry agreed, a spark of determination igniting within him. "Thank you, Andrei. I don't know what I'd do without you." Andrei smiled warmly at Harry, his eyes reflecting a shared sense of determination.

"Anytime, Harry," he replied.

Nita stormed out of Viktor's office, her frustration boiling over as she wrestled with the mounting tensions at the Reserve. She couldn't shake the feeling that things had taken a turn for the worse since Viktor had taken over as the new boss. The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily upon her, and she found herself contemplating whether it was worth staying at all. As she made her way to the infirmary, Nita's thoughts churned with turmoil. She needed a moment of respite, a chance to escape the suffocating confines of Viktor's authority and focus on something positive amidst the chaos. Entering the infirmary, Nita's eyes softened as she beheld the hatchlings nestled within their enclosures. Despite the turmoil raging outside, the serene presence of the newborn dragons offered a sense of solace and tranquility. Approaching one of the enclosures, Nita observed the hatchlings with a mixture of wonder and curiosity. They were a diverse array of breeds, each possessing their own unique characteristics and quirks. But one pair in particular caught her attention—a pair of hatchlings who bore the unmistakable traits of a Hungarian Horntail and a Swedish Short-snout. A smile tugged at the corners of Nita's lips as she watched the hatchlings interact with each other, their playful antics a welcome distraction from the troubles plaguing the Reserve. Despite the challenges they faced, these hatchlings were a testament to the resilience of life, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still hope to be found. Drawing closer to the enclosure, Nita reached out a hand to gently stroke the scales of the hatchlings. They responded with soft chirps and playful nips, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and mischief. In that moment, Nita felt a sense of kinship with the creatures before her—a shared bond that transcended the turmoil of their surroundings.

As Nita tended to the hatchlings in the infirmary, her focus momentarily diverted from the troubled state of affairs at the Reserve. The gentle chirps and playful antics of the newborn dragons provided a much-needed respite from the chaos that had engulfed their world. However, her brief reprieve was interrupted by the arrival of Katrin, whose somber demeanor cast a shadow over the otherwise serene atmosphere of the infirmary. Nita looked up, concern etched upon her features as she noticed the despondent expression on her friend's face.

"Katrin, what's wrong?" Nita asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. Katrin sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as she sank onto a nearby stool.

"It's Viktor," she confessed, her voice tinged with frustration and despair. "Since he took over, things have only gotten worse. If one more thing happens that causes further damage to the staff, I don't think I can stay here any longer." Nita's brow furrowed with worry as she listened to Katrin's words. The weight of her friend's disillusionment hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the toll that Viktor's leadership was taking on the morale of the Reserve.

"I understand," Nita replied sympathetically, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Katrin's shoulder. "I've been thinking about quitting too. But we can't let Viktor drive us away from the work we love. The dragons need us now more than ever, and we owe it to them to stand strong in the face of adversity."

Katrin nodded, her gaze reflecting a glimmer of determination amidst the darkness of uncertainty. "You're right," she acknowledged, her voice firm with resolve. "We can't let him win. We'll find a way to make things right, for the sake of the dragons and for all of us."

Charlie meticulously collected and catalogued the remains in the aftermath of another tumultuous day at the Reserve, his mind was consumed by a sense of urgency. Harry's voice had found its way into his thoughts, urging him to meet in the nearby town as soon as possible. With a swift determination, Charlie quickened his pace, driven by the promise of reunion and the prospect of finding solace in Harry's presence. Once the task was complete and the last item catalogued, Charlie wasted no time in making his way to the town. The sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the landscape as Charlie navigated the familiar path towards the rendezvous point. Each step brought him closer to the anticipation of seeing Harry again, his heart quickening with every stride. Finally, Charlie reached the outskirts of the main square, scanning the area for any sign of Harry's arrival. A sense of eager anticipation filled him as he waited, the minutes stretching into eternity as he yearned for the familiar presence of his beloved. Then, just as the last rays of sunlight faded into dusk, a figure emerged from the shadows, and Charlie's heart skipped a beat as he laid eyes on Harry standing before him. Relief flooded through him, mingled with an overwhelming sense of joy as he took in the sight of his beloved.

"Harry," Charlie called out, his voice filled with emotion as he closed the distance between them. "I'm here." Harry's face lit up with a radiant smile as he met Charlie's gaze, his eyes reflecting the same depth of emotion that Charlie felt in his own heart. Without a word, they embraced, their arms wrapping around each other in a tight embrace that spoke volumes of the love and longing that bound them together.