"Yeah, I went out for a trial after I healed up and got my new leg, but it was pretty clear I'm not quick enough on foot anymore and uneven ground isn't great when you have no feeling in one foot. And trying to fly has proved a bit, well basically I'm fucked until I get some adjustments made which I've been meaning to do for weeks now." He shrugged philosophically. He knew he'd never get back to the work with dragons for more than passing visits in the safest areas, but life wasn't actually bad, especially if he could remember to go and see about his broom.
He snorted a slightly. "Yeah, not the easiest thing to do. I mean they're nowhere near as vicious as the Vipertooths or the Horntails, but there was still some manoeuvring and knocking them out involved. Couple of instances where it went really wrong. But yeah, we tried some potions. I believe there was exactly one attempt at something like artificial insemination which was deemed, well the polite version is reckless and irresponsible, the less polite version involved swearing in at least three languages."
He grabbed another notebook to answer Rolf's question. "Yeah, there was a bit of a programme with the Horntails and the Ironbellies but it was mostly trying to move them around to prevent cross-breeding, they didn't tend to need so much encouragement."
"We didn't just do the breeding though, we studied behaviour too, and preventing muggles getting too close."