I was expelled from Hogwarts?

early morning,

The harbor of Dover, England, is shrouded in hazy morning fog.

The warm sea breeze from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean blows from the south like a moist kiss. The sea water ripples and slaps against the moss-covered harbor foundation, splashing green waves.

As the sun rises above the sea level, the misty morning fog gradually melts away, and the originally silent harbor suddenly becomes noisy:

The wharf is filled with the sound of people, the rolling of wheels, the sound of coopers rolling barrels, and the sounds of various shrimp boats, crab boats and fishing boats setting sail...

The entire Dover harbor was like a sleeping whale, waking up in an instant.

At this time, a pair of young wizards and witches were walking hand in hand along the busy seaside avenue. They stopped and stopped, and finally stopped in front of a statue.

It was a statue of a magical creature, completely naked, with no quills or feathers, and its huge wings were skin stretched between sharp claws.

This is the Wye Flying Dragon, a magical creature that looks like a fire dragon. Luof looked up at the statue and introduced softly:

The Strait of Dover was once their main habitat, so there are a lot of statues of them here.

Shirley keenly noticed that the boy used the word once, and she asked: Isn't Wye Feilong here now?

No more. Rolf said. In fact, the Wye Dragon became extinct due to over-hunting by wizards more than a thousand years ago.

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Do you know Ser Cadogan? Rolf asked.

Shirley thought for a while and said with some uncertainty:

I seem to have heard Hermione mention it...is it the portrait hanging on the eighth floor of the North Tower leading to the Divination classroom?

That's right. Luofu said with a smile: That guy once killed a Wye flying dragon.

Although Sir Cadogan is as ridiculous as Don Quixote on weekdays, he used to be King Arthur's Knight of the Round Table, was close friends with Merlin, and killed the Wye Dragon that attacked Muggles.

All I can say is that people cannot be judged by their appearance!

Of course, this once again proves the horror of the terrifying upright ape. Not to mention the Wye dragon, even the fire dragon can be turned into an endangered species if there is no legal protection!

At this time, a crisp voice suddenly came from behind.

Papers sold, newspapers sold - breaking news - Albus Dumbledore and Rolf Scamander claim - You-Know-Who returns -

Hearing Luofu's name, Shirley couldn't help but look back. The scene in front of her made her extremely surprised.

I saw a house elf, like a newsboy, shouting loudly, and many wizards stopped to buy newspapers.

A wizard who owns a house elf is not said to be rich or noble, but he is certainly not from a poor family. How can he let a house elf come out to sell newspapers?

Luofu seemed to know what the girl with the ponytail was thinking, and he explained calmly:

Shirley, look...it's wearing clothes, which means it was abandoned by its owner.

Such house elves are managed by the House Elf Resettlement Office of the Ministry of Magic.

House elves may seem weak, but they are actually very powerful. Once they are freed, the Ministry of Magic cannot leave them alone.

As a result, the House Elf Resettlement Office came into being to collect these ownerless house elves and be responsible for helping them find their next home.

Of course the idea is good, but it is difficult to actually implement it.

In the eyes of most wizards, abandoned house elves mean something stained and something wrong with themselves.

Therefore, it is difficult for this kind of house elf to find a new owner.

A large number of house elves are stranded in the Ministry of Magic. In addition, they have extremely long lifespans. Feeding them is a large expense in itself. Of course, the Ministry of Magic cannot use money to fill it.

Therefore, they all live a miserable life of starvation.

Back then, Newt worked in the House Elf Resettlement Office. Seeing this scene, he formulated a new policy to let them go out to work and support themselves.

For example... selling newspapers.

House elves do not want wages, so all the money they earn will be used to improve the lives of house elves in the name of house elves being relocated to offices, forming an internal cycle.

Rolf explained quickly. After hearing this, Shirley was filled with admiration for Grandpa Newt's behavior and couldn't help but sigh:

Sure enough, you still need to travel more with Rolf in the magical world to see a lot of knowledge that you can't learn at Hogwarts.

Hermione will definitely enjoy working in the House Elf Placement Office. The ponytailed girl smiled.

Luofu also smiled. He waved and said, I want a newspaper.

What newspaper do you want, sir? the house elf asked respectfully: I have the Daily Prophet, the New York Ghost, the Journal de Paris -

Get a copy of the Daily Prophet, Rove said.

Chenghui six Nats, the house elf said.

Shirley took out a gold Galleons from her pocket. When she saw that the house elf wanted change, she said in a gentle voice: No need to change.

The house elf accepted it gratefully and put the galleons into a small skin bag.

Luo Fu opened the newspaper, and all he saw was his photo, and an eye-catching headline:

Scamander: The Man Who Must Not Be Named is back! 》

Dumbledore calls on the Ministry of Magic to take action against You-Know-Who

Minister Fudge: Don't spread rumors, don't believe them, don't spread them, Hogwarts is not a lawless place! 》

During the first week of the summer vacation, Rolf followed Dumbledore to several meetings in England, calling for Voldemort's return.

The content in the newspaper is what they said at the recent meeting.

While Rolf was reading the newspaper, the house elf suddenly asked: Are you Mr. Rolf Scamander?

Luofu raised his head and admitted, It's me.

I knew it was you. The house elf became more and more respectful. It bowed deeply and its slender nose touched the ground.

You look exactly like the photo in the newspaper. I can recognize you at a glance.

After it finished speaking, it stared with eyes as big as car lights and asked cautiously: Is that devil who cannot even be named...really coming back?

It's true. Luofu nodded and said, I didn't lie.

The house elf trembled with fear, and then stammered in a respectful tone:

Of course I believe you! You are the grandson of Mr. Newt Scamander, and you will definitely not lie...

Rolf and Shirley looked at each other and couldn't help but smile knowingly. Newt's name was sometimes very useful, especially when facing these intelligent magical creatures.

By the way, are you here to take the Mayflower to attend the Wizarding Conference in Iceland? the house elf asked again.

Yes. Luofu nodded and said, How do you know?

It was mentioned in the newspaper a few days ago, the house elf replied.

Rove remembered that he had been interviewed by a French reporter before and was asked whether he would go to Iceland to participate in this summer's International Federation of Wizards Conference.

He answered in the affirmative, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously that he would no longer take the floating dragon ship sent by the International Federation of Wizards, and would choose the safer Mayflower.

After all, last year he was attacked by the Saints on a floating dragon boat, which left a psychological shadow on him.

Rolf just said it casually and didn't think much about it, but when he heard the house elf mention it again, he secretly thought something was wrong.

Even the house elves in front of me knew about this, but what about the reporters?

Are there many reporters at the port? Rove asked.

Yes. The house elf nodded: They don't know the specific time of your flight, so they will guard it at the port every day.

...

Shirley asked, Are we going to take another boat?

It's too troublesome. Luo Fu said helplessly: We can only use other methods to sneak into the Mayflower.

any solution?

You use human body transformation. Luof smiled at the ponytail girl:

Help me change my appearance.

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