Azkaban students at Hogwarts

"Field study! Are you crazy?"

Troca's voice shook the glass.

This was of course Roman's excuse for himself.

At this moment, he was standing in Troca's office carrying his suitcase, and the other party looked very unhappy.

"You are not in a good condition to go out." Troca began to pace around the desk, like a quail on a baking sheet.

"If your position is exposed, there will be more than one group of people who want to kill you." Troca looked at Roman in confusion, "Not to mention your enemies, the people who protected you in the first place also decided to withdraw after confirming that you really quit. I won’t let you go.”

"If you work in our business, you'll either do it for the rest of your life, or you'll be killed for the rest of your life." Roman picked at the handle of his suitcase, which was a little peeling.

"Recover as before." Troca waved his magic wand there, "You have to be serious, we are already in the safest place in the UK."

He quickly added: "For people like us, this may be the safest place in the world. As long as you stay here and apply to stay in school to teach after graduation, no one can trouble you. "

Roman muttered softly: "That's all for now."

Then he lightly hammered the other party's shoulder, turned around and left.

Troca stretched out his hand and put it down feebly.

He knew that he should stop Roman, but he believed that Roman had his own plan.

Maybe even Roman himself didn't realize how the two of them, pure "business partners" who were calculating and calculating, got closer and closer; but Trocca knew that he always owed Roman an unintentional favor.

Roman came to the principal's office, where Dumbledore was already waiting.

He looked at the suitcase and the bulging wizard robe in Roman's hand, and smiled and pushed out the boot.

Roman took out his wand and pointed it on it, and whispered:

"Mentos."

The boots began to vibrate and glow with a strange blue light.

Dumbledore took advantage of the interval between the activation of the door key and gave another instruction:

"Newt doesn't like to talk much. I always think this is a legacy of the Scamander family; you have to get used to taking the initiative to ask questions."

Roman only had time to nod before he felt a hook tug behind his navel, and then his feet lifted off the ground and flew up.

He flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly.

The portkey seemed to have a magnetic force that stuck to his finger.

However, the next second, this magnetism disappeared.

Roman fell from the air in a daze and fell heavily among the dead trees and branches.

The thing underneath him hurt him. Roman rubbed his eyes, which were a little dazed from the fall. After a while, he saw two dark eyes the size of mung beans in front of him.

He subconsciously leaned back and stretched his hands back, but half of his hands missed and he almost lost his balance.

Roman looked around with sweat on his face.

His eyes were filled with endless jungle, and in front of him was a young eagle with its mouth open, looking at its "food" in confusion - why was it eaten whole today?

Here is an eagle's nest more than 70 feet above the ground.

Under the distant sky, a black spot gradually grew larger.

Roman picked up the box with one hand, took out the wand with the other hand, turned over and dropped from the eagle's nest.

His wizard robes expanded and stretched, making him look like a flying squirrel gliding through the air.

But the eagle in the sky seemed to have fixed its sights on the big black mouse, and swooped towards him.

Roman's wand then made a deafening sound like a gunpowder explosion.

The swooping figure stopped immediately and watched from a distance as Roman fell into the dense jungle under the protection of the shock-absorbing spell.

"Dumbledore, when will the child you mentioned in your letter arrive? I hope you can reply as soon as possible, because I am in big trouble."

In the Hogwarts principal's office, Dumbledore looked at the urgent letter and subconsciously tapped the table with his hand.

Snape, who had just finished two Potions lessons, was sitting opposite him, staring at the smooth crystal ball in ecstasy.

The rising mist in the crystal ball seemed to form the image of an old witch, silently saying something.

There was silence in the office for a full five minutes before Dumbledore picked up his pen and left long, thin, circle-by-circle handwriting on the letter paper.

At this moment, Roman was already carrying his suitcase, talking about the unreliable Dumbledore, and trudging through the jungle.

Who on earth located the door key here...

"Show me the way." He held the wand in his hand, turned it twice, and pointed steadily to the left.

Roman didn't expect the wand to point him to Newt's location.He just wanted to find a direction with people or water first.

He followed the direction pointed by the wand, stepping on the rotten and dead leaves that had accumulated over the years, and actually found traces of human activity in the forest.

This made Roman breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as it's not a primitive jungle, his crude backup methods can be dispensed with.

He walked along the branches that had been broken recently, with white stubble still exposed at the joints, and found traces of metal blades scratched under several large trees.

But he always felt like the magic wand was guiding him in a big circle.

Roman looked at the tall trees leaking out of the gaps in the jungle and the large eagle's nest above them, and looked down again.

Then he found a fruit on the ground that exploded with juice after being trampled on. The surroundings were quiet, and the chirping of birds had long since disappeared.

"Who is it?" A voice came from behind a tree not far away, "Don't move!"

"I'm a...lost traveler!"

Roman finished saying this with great effort, then stood there, frowning and thinking about where he had heard this language.

He bet that the language this man spoke was extremely niche in Greece.

Of course, this does not mean that he is a master of linguistics.

This is just a professional habit.

Just like people who watch anime all year round can often pick up a few Japanese lines, people who watch Hollywood blockbusters all year round can also pick up a few classic lines.

As a person who travels around all year round, Roman will naturally learn some common expressions in various places.

For example: who are you, don't move, raise your hands above your head, don't touch your wand, don't hurt me...

He didn't know how many words he had learned in this category.

"Can you speak English?" Roman looked at a middle-aged man about 50 years old walking out from behind the tree.

He has brown hair that almost blends in with the woods; he holds an old-fashioned shotgun in his hand, but his eyes are not fierce, but extremely confused.

"I'll only speak a little."

Seeing that Roman was a child, the visitor put away the shotgun and explained in English with some difficulty.

Obviously the other party also realized that communication between the two would be a big problem.

Roman tried to ask: "What other languages ​​do you speak?"

He spoke slowly and gestured.

And the other party looked a little anxious when he saw Roman struggling.

He looked at Roman's obviously European face, and thought about the only foreign language he knew, so he had to bite the bullet and speak:

"Then can we speak Chinese?"

Roman's eyes lit up.

"This is great!"

"Where are you from?" The middle-aged man was also surprised. His pronunciation was a bit stiff, but overall he was very smooth. "This neighborhood is not a place where outsiders should come!"

"Before that, can you tell me where this is?" Roman asked with a wry smile.

The other party was obviously more surprised.

But he still pointed to the small pattern painted on the chest of his clothes, which was a black two-headed eagle.

"This is the country of the eagle - Albania."