Wizards of Hogwarts

Second Salem Church.

This is a dim wooden church in Manhattan, New York. A few years ago, Mary Lou rented this church from others and used it as the headquarters of the New Salem Charity Association.

The thin morning light filtered in through the dim windows, providing a weak light source for the long wooden table placed in the center of the main hall on the first floor. Many orphans were sitting at the table, wolfing down water porridge. Everyone keeps a stack of Second Salem's anti-witch leaflets on hand.

Modesty sang as she approached the long table.

"My mother, your mother, witches ride on broomsticks; my mother, your mother, witches never cry; my mother, your mother, witches must die." Modesty picked up several children's flyers from the table, still humming. Singing, "Witch No. [-], drown Witch No. [-] in the river, let her go to the gallows Witch No. [-]."

"Pass out all the flyers," Castiti ordered to her sister and other children. "If you throw them away, I will definitely know. If you see anything suspicious, remember to come back and tell me immediately, or tell your mother. "

Credence was washing dishes in the cubicle next to him. He still remembered Mr. Graves' previous instructions and quietly observed the children walking towards the door.

Modesty followed the last of the children out of the suffocating Second Salem Church.

Every child in Second Salem has their own area of ​​responsibility. Modesty followed her habit and came to the busy street where she often went. No other children would come here.

Modesty stopped in the middle of the street and took a deep breath.

The next moment, she threw the flyers high into the air and watched triumphantly as they fell like withered leaves.

Magical Congress Cell.

"How much time has passed?"

"It should be daytime already, I don't know the specific time." Elrohir was lying on the cold stone bed, answering the question who didn't know who asked it.

"Are you also worried about the animals in the suitcase?" This time it was Jacob who asked.

"Yeah, I'm worried that Deborah will get diarrhea if she eats raw octopus legs."

"Deborah, it's the black kitten, right?" Jacob was a little confused, "But is there an octopus in the suitcase? Why didn't I see it?"

Newt couldn't help but look at Elrohir.

"It's just that I like to call it Little Octopus, and Newt calls it Grindylow." Elrohir said flatly.

"What?" Newt exclaimed, "You feed Grindylow to that cat?"

"Don't worry, I just borrowed a few of its legs." Elrohir said, "I don't know what the cat usually eats. Isn't there something called takoyaki in Japan? The little octopus legs should be the same. Can you eat it?”

There were so many flaws that Newt was speechless for a moment.

After sorting out his thoughts for a while, Newt asked: "You mean all the octopus you prepared for Nekomata was cooked octopus? Bah Grindylow Legs."

"Yes." Elrohir said naturally.

"Where did you find the source of the fire?"

"There is a magic fire that is constantly burning in the cave habitat. I used that flame to roast the octopus legs."

Newt slapped his head and remembered that Elrohir was talking about the demonic fire inhabited by the Ash Snake. Due to the characteristics of the Ash Snake, he had never taken care of the flame before. Unexpectedly, Elrohir was Hill used it as a barbecue flame.

"Don't worry, I know that the flames are hiding the Ash Snakes. I specially chose the time when the Ash Snakes were laying their eggs, so I didn't disturb them." Elrohir said to Newt.

"Is that delicious?" Jacob asked curiously.

Elrohir glanced at him, "That's for cats. I haven't tried it. Do you want some after you get out?"

"No, no need," Jacob said awkwardly, "But do we still have a chance to go out?"

"Someone is coming." Elrohir said directly.

As soon as he finished speaking, three wizards in white robes appeared at the corner and walked towards the cell.

"Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Elrohir, someone wants to see you, please come with us." A witch with short blond hair said.

Elrohir, Newt and Tina looked at each other, and finally reluctantly put on the three pairs of shackles handed over by the witch.

The white-robed wizards led the three of them out of the cell and towards the dark basement.

Newt looked back and said to Jacob, who was left alone in the cell: "I'm really happy to get to know you, Jacob. I sincerely hope your bakery can open."

Jacob, who looked lonely, grabbed the iron fence with both hands and waved at the backs of the Elrohir three. He had already learned his fate from Tina before. He would not be harmed with his life, but would be taken away to be wiped. Except memories, all memories of the magical world.

Magical Congress interrogation room.

It was an empty cabin with black walls and no windows.

Graves, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, sat behind an interrogation table facing Newt. There was a document spread out on the table in front of him, and a slender wand with a black body and a silver tail was placed on the right side of the document.

Tina and Elrohir stood behind Newt, and three white-robed wizards stood behind them with horns.

Elrohir observed Graves carefully. He was a handsome, tall and personable middle-aged man. He showed strong confidence in every move he made, as if there was nothing in the world that he couldn't do.

Elrohir, a very powerful person, gave Graves a label in his heart.

Graves said: "You are quite interesting, Mr. Scamander."

Tina had shackles on her hands and stepped forward anxiously: "Mr. Graves"

Graves closed his eyes and pressed a finger to his lips. This gesture was protective, but it also conveyed a very obvious strong and arbitrary meaning.

He was telling Tina to "shut up"

Tina said nothing and stepped back obediently.

Pause for a moment.

Graves studied the document on the table that he had just read several times, which was Newt Scamander's information record file in the British Ministry of Magic.

"You were kicked out of Hogwarts because you endangered human life, and that time also involved magical creatures."

"It was just an accident"

Newt defended without looking at Graves' face.

Newt, who has experience working in the Ministry of Magic, understands what methods these interrogators usually use. In this special period, Legilimency is often more convenient than verbal questioning.Newt also knew that he was not good at Occlumency. If he wanted to avoid being seen by others using Legilimency to see his true inner thoughts, not making eye contact with him or her was the easiest way to deal with it.

"But one of your teachers defended you in every possible way and did not want you to be expelled from the school." Graves continued, "So, what makes Albus Dumbledore like you so much?"

The dignified and dignified Director of the Legal Enforcement Department looked at Newt's freckled side face and frowned tightly, as if he had encountered something extremely disturbing.