I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Stephanie just looked at Sean like this, until the latter couldn't hold back anymore, and she gave another "poof".

"It's yours, Mr. Wallop."

"To each other, Miss Ollivander."

No girl is so generous as to help you meet other girls, it's all about seduction and fishing.

This world is not sincere enough.

Tomorrow is a weekend, so Sean is not planning to go back to Hogwarts for dinner. During this time, he is elusive, but as long as he arrives on time for class, the professors have no objections.

Who allowed him to teleport in Hogwarts.

I had a dinner with Stephanie, and after replenishing my strength a bit, there was another big battle in the dark.

Young people who eat marrow and taste are like this, please understand.

By the next day, Stephanie basically didn't have the energy to get up, and she just slouched on the bed and refused to move when Sean brought her breakfast.

"Remember to eat when you wake up." A heat-retaining spell was cast on the food, and after a few instructions, Sean left the room.

Nothing major happened, and his exercise program was never interrupted.

Not only to keep practicing the magic spell every day, but also to exercise the body.

Especially after you have determined such a lofty ambition - without a strong body as a backing, you don't even have the right to be greedy.

On the side of Hogsmeade close to the Forbidden Forest, except for a path full of weeds, there are no shops, so there are basically no people coming and going.

Sean prefers to run in the morning in a quiet environment, and this became his first choice for exercising the next day after spending the night in Hogsmeade.

In fact, the air in the early morning is not that good, but compared to staying indoors for a night, the humid air in the early morning is extraordinarily fresh. Sean doesn’t care much about this. Maintaining good exercise habits is better than calculating which time period The air had better be more meaningful.

However, there are a few magical animals that are very active in the early morning, such as airwings and cat leopards.

This pair of friends who often chase a fish in the ring for most of the day likes to do activities in the early morning. By the way, the so-called chases are basically cats, leopards and airwings.

Taking advantage of no one around, Sean let the two little guys out of the ring.

The cat and leopard roared happily, and then rushed into the forbidden forest not far away. The king of the mountains prefers to move around in this environment.

The Airwing bird lay on Sean's shoulder: "Woo~oo~ (Where's breakfast? Where's breakfast?

While running, Sean grabbed the airwing bird's slender tail with his backhand and turned around, laughing and scolding: "I left you all the breakfast share yesterday, and I didn't stare at you for a meal all night, so you eat two meals as one, right? ?”

"Woo~woo~ (I can't make it, maybe I was eaten by pudding. The stupidest airwing bird pretends to be stupid every day.

In particular, it can be seen that pretending to be stupid all the time will lead to becoming stupid—of course, it may also be stupid all the time, so it is very natural to pretend to be stupid.

"Little brat—" Xiao En cursed with a smile, and threw the Airwing bird into the sky, "Go find pudding yourself, there is the Black Lake, you have such a long mouth to catch fish."

The airwing whined a few times in dissatisfaction, and finally, laziness was overcome by the temptation of food.

It flapped its wings and went to find pudding—whether it was in the forest or by the lake, the cat leopard's hunting ability was the strongest among the animals in Xiao En's group.

For food, the airwing bird can sell its soul to lick pudding without hesitation—even if it just said bad things about pudding five minutes ago, and was just teased by pudding an hour ago...

Seeing the two little guys running away, Sean chuckled lightly, then increased his pace and speeded up.

Don't tell me, the quality of the tonic that Snape gave is really good, it can not only supplement the vitality of the body after the injury, but also bring back some deficient parts.

Isn't this much better than the mummy powder sold by black-hearted dealers in Knockturn Alley?

Facing the cool and humid morning breeze, Xiao En, who was in a good mood, stretched out his hands and involuntarily let out a "Wuhu".

Unexpectedly, there happened to be a voice.

"Sean?"

Sean: "..."

I just went to Wuhu... a bit socially dead...

He turned his head and saw the boy coming out from the side of the Forbidden Forest, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Good morning, Colton, why are you here?"

It was Colton Sterling who came.

The other party did not come up the path from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, but came out of the Forbidden Forest.

Colton still looked expressionless. He pulled his cloak and said calmly: "Today is a weekend break. There are too many people there, and the queue will take a long time."

Sean: "..."

What kind of nonsense reason is this, you are a teaching assistant, and you don't need to show Filch a pass.

Sean looked back suspiciously in the direction of the small road connecting the castle town, then turned his head again: "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Colton nodded calmly.

Coincidentally, a corner of a piece of parchment slipped out slightly.

Sean looked into the distance, showing a puzzled expression: "Sister Sherlock? Why are you here?"

Colton immediately looked back.

Sean took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to pull out the parchment in his arms, still muttering: "Tsk tsk tsk, Nurmengard's outstanding graduates, you're not careful enough."

Colton's temple twitched; there was clearly no Sherlock there.

He turned his head calmly, looked at Sean who was looking at the parchment, and said casually, "I always like to watch idiots have fun."

Sean nodded while responding: "Yes, yes, yes, that's it, that's right—yo~"

He flashed a malicious smile.

This parchment is a leaflet, on which two wizards, a man and a woman, are flying in the sky on broomsticks.

There is also a promotional slogan below.

"The commemorative Firebolt is officially on sale! Unique color matching, exclusively for you!"

Colton leaned over and took a look expressionlessly, as if seeing this leaflet for the first time.

"Oh, expensive toys," he said.

Sean's smile became narrower, and he bumped into Colton's shoulder, letting out a furious and sneaky laugh: "Firebolt, this is a Firebolt."

Colton glanced at him: "Aren't you not interested in Quidditch at all?"

Sean spread his hands: "I'm not interested, but I can't stop Harry talking about it every day. It took him a lot of effort to get that Firebolt. I heard that he and Sirius went to wait early in the morning when it was released. Twenty percent increase."

"Tsk tsk tsk—" he shook the flyer, "including pedals, racks, and branch hoops, the mystery of goblin-made items has not been fully deciphered, but these accessories seem to enhance the stability of the Firebolt and Strength in bad weather conditions, special non-slip pedals are especially beneficial for Quidditch players, and of course, a huge attraction for every broomstick fan."

"However, although expensive, its output has been low, because the goblin workers who produce the iron parts of its autocracy are often on strike, and there are strikes in protest at the slightest provocation—so, as soon as the new Firebolt hits the market, it will be sold immediately. It will be sold out. In order to maintain this hot buying atmosphere, except for those ordered by international teams, the manufacturer only sells them on site, so they have to be snapped up..."

Sean's malicious smile made Colton shudder uncomfortably.

"For broomstick lovers, this commemorative Firebolt is very sought-after—for example, Senior Sherlock, I remember that when I was in the staff lounge two days ago, she kept talking about this..." Sean laughed Feeling happier, he raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "I remember that there will be two broomsticks for sale in Hogsmeade's broom shop, and the doors open at eight o'clock, right?".

Colton cleared his throat, took the flyer in Sean's hand, and said calmly, "I have already discussed with the boss, so I made an order."

"Oh~~~~" Sean deliberately prolonged the ending.

Colton looked natural, as if he was talking about something very ordinary: "I just want to annoy that stupid woman on purpose."

"Good guy, isn't the cost a bit high?" Sean pretended to be surprised, "The commemorative Firebolt is so precious."

Colton waved his hand indifferently: "It's not bad to keep for your own collection."

"Did you just say it was an expensive toy?"

"Sean, you are getting more and more indebted..."

Sean smiled, and trotted out in a relaxed manner: "Oh, I remember that tomorrow is Sister Sherlock's birthday, and she has saved money for a long time just to give herself this birthday present, so you must be very angry now, congratulations congratulation."

Colton paused, took a deep breath from an angle that Sean couldn't see, and then said, "Of course..."

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After a morning jog, Sean returned to Hogsmeade. Sure enough, he saw Sherlock Hawk in a broom shop in the center of the town, who was furious.

"Boss! Is there something shady! The door will open at eight o'clock, but where is the commemorative Firebolt?! I was the first to guard here!"

The boss with mustache smiled and rubbed his hands in apology: "I'm really sorry, Ms. Hawke, my products here are originally for exhibitions, and that one has already been ordered."

Sherlock gritted his teeth with anger: "Then why didn't you say it earlier!"

"This, you didn't ask."

"I, I, I..." Sherlock slammed the window hard angrily, and finally left cursing under his breath.

However, what can be clearly seen is that her steps suddenly lost a lot.

"It's a crime—" Sean shook his head emotionally.

Back at the hotel, I told Stephanie, who finally got up and sipped her breakfast, what happened to her. The latter took a sip of pumpkin juice and asked in confusion, "Colton obviously likes Sherlock, why do you have to Get mad at her first?"

Sean spread his hands: "I don't know either."

"Is this an expression of affection?"

"Really?" Sean pondered for a moment, "Maybe the two of them like the feeling of bickering and torturing each other?"

Stephanie held the spoon and tilted her head to think for a moment: "Probably so... Do you want to intervene?"

Sean turned pale with shock: "Why am I meddling? It's enough to tease Colton today. I don't want to get involved in the matter between the two of them."

"That's right," Stephanie turned her head to take a sip of breakfast, "You still have several relationships that can't solve the problem."

Sean: "...you'd better have breakfast."

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"Sherlock, happy birthday." At the birthday dinner held for Sherlock, Sean handed over a beautifully wrapped gift box.

Today's protagonist, Sherlock Hawk, has been a little absent-minded, but he is still very happy to say thank you after receiving Sean's gift.

Unpacking the gift from Sean, there is a large magic camera inside, which is naturally a good gift for Sherlock who likes to travel around.

"Wow~" Sherlock yelled in surprise, and then patted Sean on the shoulder carelessly, "Thank you, thank you, I like this so much. But this is expensive, right? Haha, anyway, you are a rich man, I You're welcome."

Sean smiled and said, "Of course you're welcome, as long as you like it."

Others also sent gifts, including Colton.

Unwrapping Colton's gift, inside is a set of the most advanced broomstick maintenance kit.

Obviously, this gift is also very appetizing to Sherlock~www.wuxiamtl.com~ She snorted coldly: "Oh, it's really rare that the vicious Mr. Sterling is so polite..."

That's what she said, but her smile was obviously more enthusiastic than when she received gifts from other people.

The corner of Colton's mouth twitched slightly, and then quickly disappeared.

He still has the same vicious tongue: "People like you who often hit trees on a broomstick really need a maintenance kit to improve the safety of the broomstick, lest one day the Daily Prophet report that 'a Hogwarts assistant Fell off the broomstick, ruled suicide.'—However, if it happened, I would suggest that Mrs. Hooch should add this stupid counter-teaching to her future teaching."

Mrs. Hooch is the flying professor at Hogwarts.

The mouth is really poisonous... Sean almost laughed out loud.

Sherlock almost jumped into a rage again, she swung her fist vigorously at Colton, and after a while said unhappy: "Kill you to death...huh."

Obviously, although she received the advanced maintenance kit, she was still very disappointed that she didn't get the commemorative Firebolt yesterday.

Unusually, Colton did not continue to taunt, but turned around and began to eat.

There were not many people at the birthday dinner, but it was very lively. Sherlock has always been like this, and he rarely stays overnight when he is unhappy. Therefore, despite being disappointed, when everyone sang happy birthday to her, she still happily closed her eyes and made a wish. desire.

Colton interjected inappropriately beside her: "Maybe you could try wishing something you really want."

Sherlock clasped his hands in front of his face, and still rolled his eyes: "I wish you to get out of here quickly."

At this time, the door was knocked suddenly, and a person carrying a huge long package walked in.

"Who is—er, Miss Sherlock Hawke?"