I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

The first meeting of the dueling club came to an abrupt end. In the second half, the wizards of the two schools practiced separately, and the Nurmengards who were trying to provoke them all held back their breath.

Originally, I wanted to teach this group of ignorant guys a lesson, but Sean's birds and snakes are too deterrent, and magical animals rated by xxxx still need to be carefully weighed.

Moreover, Sean's strange spell impressed them too deeply. After the silent acupuncture spell and the bird and snake came out of the hole, who knows what else this guy who is full of bad water and likes to pretend to be innocent will come up with?

When the party was over, Sean left the auditorium and went inside to take a look. Riddle and Snape seemed to have said a few words, and then walked away quickly.

interesting……

On the way back to the dormitory, Sean made a random excuse and changed his path.

After walking through a stone corridor, he really saw Newt who was waiting at the entrance of the stairs.

"Professor Scamander." Sean smiled and walked up quickly.

Newt was still hunched over as before, he smiled slightly: "Well done, Sean."

"It's all about your help, Professor."

Newt shook his head. He reached out his hand to pick up the reluctant Pickett and said softly, "Sean, you are better than me."

Sean was a little embarrassed, but Newt continued to say seriously: "Sean, you know that wizards have all kinds of talents, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Sean nodded, but he was a little puzzled. What kind of talent did Professor Scamander refer to?

Does it mean you are better at learning a certain kind of magic, or a specific bloodline?

Such as Parseltongue, Disguise Magus.

Newt explained: "Generally speaking, as long as a wizard is diligent enough, he can learn most of the magical abilities, but there are some abilities that you can't learn no matter how hard you work."

He smiled: "My mother raised hippogriffs, and under her influence, I have been very interested in magical animals since I was a child. This is not only from the influence of the family, but also from the fascinating nature of the magical animals themselves. Here, my little talent has also helped a little."

When Sean saw Newt's expression, he became comfortable and happy.

"I can communicate with these little guys," he showed a very happy smile. "This is probably the best gift God has given me."

"Communication?" Sean became curious. Of course, he knew that Newt could have a good relationship with many magical animals, but the communication in the other's mouth seemed to be different from what he imagined.

Newt nodded, raised Pickett to face Sean: "It says you don't taste as good today as when you last met."

Sean looked at Pickett. He could play happily with Pickett, but it was difficult to fully understand each other's meaning.

"Because you didn't have a turtle on your body this time." Newt winked at him.

Sean's eyes widened: "Professor, can you understand what magical beasts say?"

"Yes, but I can't fully understand it," Newt spread his hands helplessly, Pickett dangling on his fingers, "The thinking of magical animals and the ability to understand our wizards is determined, I have no relationship with them. Way to chat as pleasantly as you do."

"Of course, for me, that's enough." Newt's face was old, but his eyes were still bright.

"Cool." Sean praised.

Newt looked at Sean gently: "Sean, this is a gift you were born with, and yours is better than mine. I hope you make good use of this gift and consider Fantastic Beasts as your friend. ,is it okay?"

"I'm doing this, Professor." Sean laughed.

"It looks like you're doing a good job," Newt also smiled. "When you have a day off, come to me anytime."

"I will, Professor."

It wasn't until the two of them said goodbye that Sean remembered that Najia, the bird snake, was still on his side.

"Professor, your bird snake."

Newt waved his hand: "Please take care of me for a while, Merlin's beard, I have to look for it for a long time to feed it every day."

"But shouldn't the school allow students to keep birds and snakes?" Sean was immediately moved, but he still said with an embarrassed expression.

"The bird snake is docile and can shrink its body at will, and Naja has listened to you more," Newt scratched his hair helplessly, and then showed a meaningful smile to Sean, "And, you It's a lot of experience, isn't it?"

"Experience, it's alright..." Sean laughed dryly. Sure enough, Newt had already discovered the matter of secretly raising the Winged Demon.

"Many times, Fantastic Beasts are more reliable than most people, remember your experience, Sean, see you next time." Leaving this sentence, Newt walked up the stairs and left here.

It's more reliable than people... Sean smacked his lips, indeed, a simple-minded magical animal will almost never betray you after he decides that you are good to it, and it will be good to you.

Simple principles are not necessarily applicable to humans, which is one of the reasons why Sean likes to deal with magical animals.

He put the small teapot with the bird and snake Najia into the inner bag, and then told Dave not to bully it, and then returned to the bedroom with a smile~www.wuxiamtl.com~ However, other than the sheep brain order , he has to buy some insects and mice.

The next day, after placing an order in Diagon Alley through Owl, Sean hurried to the basement floor of the main castle building.

Today, he also has a confinement from Snape.

Sean turned around on the ground floor and easily found Snape's office. Behind the crescent-shaped doorway, there was a wooden door with a serpentine pattern, and there was a buckle in the middle that could be pulled open from the inside. .

Sean knocked on the door. After a while, the buckle was quickly opened and closed, and the wooden door was pushed open.

A gloomy Snape stood at the door.

"Come in." He said coldly.

Sean walked in honestly, and before he had time to look at the room, Snape turned around abruptly.

With a wave of his wand, the wooden door behind him automatically closed.

"Wallup—sir," Snape gave him a disgusted look, "you can't even close the door, don't you?"

"Sorry, Professor." Sean had a toothache, facing Snape one-on-one, he was under a lot of stress...

Especially after he set off that firework.

Snape's office was just like himself. It was dark and gloomy, and there was no bright thing in sight. There were many huge glass jars on the shelves against the wall, and all kinds of disgusting specimens floated back and forth in it.

Snape went behind the desk, he didn't sit down, he just looked at Sean coldly.

"Professor, what do I need to do?" Sean said.

"Wallup," Snape finally spoke, leaning forward slightly, with disgust in his tone, "Do you think provoking the Dark Lord is something you are proud of?"