Wizards of Hogwarts

The soft meowing at his feet recalled Elrohir's attention, suppressing the matter of Laki's system in his heart. He bent down, picked up Deborah, who kept barking, back into his arms, and teased her. Its hairy chin.

In the past two days, this black kitten has been really suffering from following Elrohir. It was exposed to wind and rain, and sometimes it had to jump around in space with Da Zuowu. , it’s really better to stay in Newt’s magical zoo and enjoy the happiness.

But Elrohir also knew that Deborah had never liked contact with others, and even Newt, who had been a cat slave for several months, could not completely win her trust.

Arrogant little kitten

Elrohir rubbed Deborah's head.

He took out some dried fish snacks he had just bought from the deformed lizard's pocket, and while feeding Deborah, he asked Nagini and the pot lid: "What are your plans now?"

Credence still lowered his head and said nothing, so Nagini had no choice but to stand up: "We"

"Well, you two." Elrohir said, "My original plan was to"

Suddenly, a flapping sound of wings came from the window. Elrohir turned around and saw a tawny owl soaked by the rain flying into the house, with a letter tied to its right paw.

"My" Elrohir pointed at himself. He knew that the owls in the wizarding world were very humane. After all, they were the official messengers chosen by wizards.

Sure enough, the tawny owl shook off the rainwater and nodded rather anthropomorphically.

Elrohir removed the letter from its feet and held out a small dried fish, which the owl swallowed in one gulp.

During those days at Newt's house, Elrohir analyzed one thing. Even the owl postman needs to collect "tips". They will ask the wizard for some extra food when receiving or delivering letters. However, it is sometimes used as payment.

The letter opened, and it was Newt's letter. It said that he was about to take Jacob to Paris, and he looked forward to meeting somewhere.

"Newt's letter," Elrohir shook the paper towards Nagini and Credence, "Do you want to read it?"

Nagini doesn't quite know who Newt is yet, but Credence clearly remembers.

"Newt Newt Scamander." Lid's face changed, "Will Tina come? She is the female Auror."

Elrohir was a little surprised. He didn't use Legilimency, but he didn't expect the pot lid to have such thoughts. Can't you tell? He looks so honest on the outside.

Um, that's not quite right either.

Elrohir looked at Credence up and down. Compared to when he was in New York before, he was obviously much more aggressive. Not only did he change his original pot-top hairstyle, he also put on a dark red shirt. Pair it with a suit vest.

In fact, the nickname "Pot Lid" has always been Elrohir's stereotype of Credence, but he has never mentioned it to Credence face to face.

Credence was a little confused by Elrohir's gaze.

"Tina didn't come with Newt." Elrohir said slowly. He didn't talk to Nagini about Queenie who impulsively came to Paris, because in his impression, the two of them were not the same. For those who knew Queenie, Queenie had never appeared in front of either of them.

Credence's disappointment was palpable.

Nagini looked at Credence with the same expression on her face. Who is my official CP?

I just gave up on a towering ancient tree like Elf Prince, but it turns out that this scattered grass of Obscurus seems to have its heart.

"Why don't you two fix it here for a while," Elrohir thought for a moment and said, "I also want to go outside to check on Zou Wu's condition. I feel a little uneasy about that big cat being left alone in the wild. The wizards of the French Ministry of Magic should all be mobilized now."

Credence looked a little embarrassed. He knew that he was the culprit who prompted those French wizards to act.Although Credence is powerful, he is not an unreasonable person.

Nagini took the initiative and said: "Mr. Elrohir, you can go ahead. Credence and I will just stay here. We will not take the initiative to cause trouble."

Elrohir nodded and looked out the window.

But when I looked around, I saw Queenie sitting in the rain crying.

Time goes back to one hour ago.

Queenie followed the map book in her hand and walked towards Furstenberg Square, which is also where the French Ministry of Magic is located.

In the middle of the square, there are four symmetrical and standard trees, and at the center is a small bronze decorative statue.

Queenie walked towards the trees and disappeared instantly without attracting anyone's attention in the process.Tree roots shot out of the ground, forming a birdcage elevator around her, leading underground.

As the elevator descended into the beautiful Art Nouveau French Ministry of Magic, with its vaulted ceiling painted with constellations, Queenie hurried to the front desk.

The receptionist said hello: "Welcome to the French Ministry of Magic, may I ask what you want to handle?"

"I want to find Tina Goldstein. She is an Auror from the United States and is here to handle cases." Queenie said impatiently. She was extremely looking forward to seeing her sister as soon as possible.

The receptionist rummaged through the pages for a moment, then looked up and said, "There's no Tina Goldstein here."

Queenie did not argue with the receptionist. She "saw" at a glance that the receptionist in front of her was not lying, but she still didn't want to believe it.

She came to France to find her sister, but how could her sister not be at the Ministry of Magic? Could it be that there was an accident? She had obviously sent a postcard.

The devastated Queenie walked out of the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic and stood sadly on the side of the road. A sudden rainstorm was as bad as her mood.

Suddenly, Queenie seemed to have had a fantasy, and the figures of Newt and Jacob seemed to disappear from a narrow alley.

Queenie felt lonely and exhausted. She sat slumped on the curb in the rain, throwing her umbrella aside and letting the rain soak her through. The noise from the thoughts of some people around her rang in her ears, deafening. The sound made her look pale and she involuntarily covered her ears.

A hand fell on Queenie's shoulder, and she turned her head with a confused expression.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" Rozier stood behind her at some point.

"I think Queenie's condition does not require the concern of a strange lady for the time being," Elrohir suddenly appeared at this moment, his clear gray pupils shining like bright lights in the diffuse mist, "Especially this This strange lady is from the Wiccan Party under Grindelwald."