Wizards of Hogwarts

In the living room of Goldstein's apartment, almost half an hour had passed since dinner.

Elrohir held a copy of Today's Transfiguration Technique in his hand and held it in front of him, regardless of whether he could understand it or not.The main reason for doing this is to avoid the very weird and coy atmosphere in the living room.

As a patient, Jacob's condition improved slightly after filling his stomach, and he was able to communicate with others in a clear mind, specifically, with Queenie.

The first time she chatted with a No-Maj, Queenie was very interested. She and Jacob also got along very well, and the content of their chat was almost all-encompassing.

"My job is not glamorous at all. I make coffee almost all day, and sometimes I even have to clear the bathroom. Tina is a professional woman." Queenie supported her chin with her left hand and looked at her with affectionate eyes. Jacob, reading his thoughts, "No, we are orphans. Our parents died of dragon pox when we were very young."

Jacob said nothing, looking at Queenie blankly, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind.

"Oh, you are so considerate, but no need for mercy." Queenie looked through his mind and said with a smile, "Tina and I take care of each other."

"Can you not read my mind?" Jacob asked.

Queenie put down her hands from the table with some restraint, and the smile on her face disappeared. She had seen this kind of experience too many times. After everyone knew that she could read their minds, she

Jacob noticed the change in Queenie's expression, and he quickly said: "Don't get me wrong, I like it very much."

To be honest, he didn't lie to himself

Queenie instantly used Legilimency to obtain Jacob's true thoughts, the smile reappeared on her face, and she couldn't help but giggle.

"This meal is simply delicious. That's what I do. I'm a cook, and this meal is simply the most delicious thing I've ever eaten in my life." Jacob poured out his praises as if he didn't want money. if.

Queenie said happily: "Oh, you are so sweet. I have never really chatted with No-Majs."

"Really?" Jacob asked.

The two of them stared into each other's eyes, as if they were communicating spiritually.

Ah, the inexplicable sour smell of love, at least there are signs of it.

Elrohir moved the Transformation Technique in front of him a little higher. This feeling was really embarrassing. In the past, he was usually not the one to sit by and watch people show affection. In fact, in most cases, Most of the time, he is the one showing affection.

Unexpectedly, after hunting all day long, today I got pecked in the eye by a No-Maj chicken

Newt and Tina sat opposite each other. Facing the affectionate expressions of Jacob and Queenie, they both remained silent. The situation was awkward for a time.

Suddenly, Queenie turned her head and said to Tina: "I'm not teasing him."

Newt glanced at Tina with some confusion, Jacob turned his head, and even Elrohir lowered the magazine slightly, revealing a pair of eyes hidden behind the book.

Facing everyone's gaze, Tina said with some embarrassment: "I was just saying that I was thinking, don't be too affectionate, he will definitely be cast a forgetting spell, but I am not targeting you, Mr. Kowalski."

Jacob turned pale, not sure whether it was because of Tina's words or because the aftereffects of the Motla rat bite came again.

"Hey, are you okay, honey?" Queenie asked Jacob with concern.

Newt stood up from the table and stood behind Jacob's chair: "Ms. Goldstein, I think Mr. Kowalski needs to rest early tonight. Moreover, we must get up early tomorrow morning to go find my Sniffer." ,so"

Queenie asked Tina: "What is Sniff?"

"Don't ask now, I'll tell you later when I get back to the room." Tina said a little distractedly, "As for you three men, just make do with each other here tonight."

The three men were placed on three neat single beds. These beds were not original, but were transformed by Newt, Tina and Queenie. These beds were originally just ordinary items in the house. A cup, a chair and a book.

Not surprisingly, this should be the power of "Transformation".

"It's a bit powerful," Elrohir said calmly on the surface. In fact, he really envied this magical power that could change matter at will.

However, after briefly browsing the book of today's transformation, Elrohir rationally gave up the extravagant hope of possessing this kind of power. Not to mention that he was not a resident of this world, let alone a wizard. He didn't even know the most basic knowledge. There is no magic wand as a spellcasting tool.

According to what is said on Transfiguration Today, wizards in most countries need a wand to assist in transformation when performing transfiguration, otherwise the chance of unexpected situations will increase indefinitely.

Just as Elrohir was thinking about the magical power of the new world, Newt suddenly spoke.

"Elrohir, do you know how many magical animals escaped from the box?"

"Well, I thought you weren't in such a hurry, and didn't you just say you'd do it tomorrow morning?"

Tina, wearing a patterned blue pajamas, walked in with three cups of hot cocoa on a tray, and the spoon stirred automatically in the cup.

Elrohir closed her mouth, and Newt immediately lay down on his side facing the wall.

"I thought you might like a hot drink," Tina said as she placed the tray on the bedside table.

"Thank you, Miss Goldstein." Elrohir smiled and nodded her thanks.

"No, no need." Tina's heart skipped a beat and she quickly turned her face away. Seeing Newt still pretending to sleep there, she couldn't help but pick up a cup of cocoa from the tray and place it heavily on the table closer to Newt. There was a short "thunk" sound on the table.

"Hey Mr. Scamander" Jacob, who was also holding a magic book, couldn't stand Newt's performance, "Hot Cocoa"

Newt still didn't move.

"I apologize to you on his behalf, Miss Goldstein." Elrohir said apologetically, "You know, most British people are shy and introverted, and Newt is the same."

"Ha, really?" Tina was still a little annoyed. She closed the door forcefully before leaving.

As soon as the door was closed, Newt jumped up from the bed. At this time, Jacob realized that Newt had not changed clothes at all. His coat was still on, and he had not even taken off his boots.

"Hey, I knew you couldn't help it when you saw that Billywig bug." Elrohir sighed, got off his bed, and bent down to put on his shoes.

"What do you want to do?" Jacob asked in surprise.

"Newt probably wants to cure you. Don't forget, the bite of Motla Rat will not heal automatically over time." Elrohir said, "And I need to give you two Miss Goldstein left a note telling them how much we had enjoyed their reception, thanked them for their kindness, and looked forward to seeing them again someday."

While Elrohir was explaining the reason to Jacob, Newt had found his suitcase, laid it flat on the floor, and opened it.

A black shadow emerged from the box and rushed towards Elrohir who was writing something.

"Oh, Deborah, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone down there for so long." Elrohir picked up the black cat, put it on her lap and gently stroked its back.

"Hey, Elrohir, when did you give it a name or an American girl's name?" Newt, who had already gotten into the box, couldn't help but poke his head out of it.

Jacob screamed again.

"When you were still in the bank. As for why it was named after an American girl, it's because it was a little lady whom I met in New York." Elrohir waved her hand, "Newt, you'd better hurry up and take care of me. Mr. Waski should go to the box for treatment, I don’t want to see him performing some kind of Gangmen spark show on the road later.”