He has an ingredient list and doesn't expect his little sister'd be especially hard to get with the program.

He survived his trip to the edge of the world and depending how long they're gonna have the door open they could grab the following twenty-two dragons for a breeding program.

He really hopes not to have the door open long enough for that. 

"Your call."

"I'm sort of weighing whether this is more or less dangerous than whatever you'll come up with if I shoot this down."

"Less."

"You asked."

"You get fifteen minutes."

"Thank you."

And they summon a couple of fairies and opens the door and dispatch the people on an ingredient run and the people on a dragonnapping run and he heads home, grabs Niblet, heads back to Hogwarts. Fourteen minutes. Theodore managed to get sixteen baby dragons.

"How did you -"

"Oh, I had Minor look up where they were for me, in advance. Since speed was so important."

"I was sort of expecting you wouldn't have time to find any."

He lets one of the dragons nibbling on a finger hop onto his arm. "You should have higher expectations."

Sigh. "Yes I should. I apologize. What're their names?"

He hugs his brother. A dragon nips Timothy's hair.

And Niblet bounces over to Ambela. "You is wishing to talk to a house-elf?"

"Yes, hello. I'm Mirelótë Ambela."

"Niblet, ma'am!"

"In my world we don't have any house elves and I'm so curious what it is like to be one."

"What it is like, ma'am? You mean, what house-elves is doing all day, ma'am?"

"A little about that, but more about why you do it and what you think about it."

"Why we are doing it? Because there are things to do, ma'am! As long as there is work house-elves will be doing it!"

"I did hear you prefer specific kinds of work - cooking and cleaning, not, oh, writing books or designing buildings."

" - Niblet would not be knowing how to do those things! Niblet could be learning, maybe, if there was lots of those things to be doing?"