Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"That's it..." Dumbledore smiled and picked up the small stone and said, "Thank you for keeping it for me for a while..."

"Well..." Carlos nodded awkwardly and said, "Mane is always like this...it likes to take other people's things...but I promise you, Principal Dumbledore, there won't be a next time."

"Oh hahahaha..." Dumbledore laughed. He looked at Carlos with interest and said, "I'm not that pedantic... Carlos."

"But I'm curious, did you really bring only this one magical animal?"

Looking into Dumbledore's blue eyes, Carlos nodded uncertainly, then coughed and said: "I did, I did only bring Mane..."

"Other magical animals..." He shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't know."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, then reached out and touched Carlos's slightly curly short hair and said, "I believe you, Carlos."

"I hope you won't lie to an old man."

"Hey, how could it be..." Carlos smiled guiltily. He couldn't figure out how Dumbledore knew that he also brought a Ball Escape Bird, a Winged Demon and a Poison Horned Beast. of.

Could he have peeked at my cooking manual?

Carlos looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, looking through other people's things... This is not a good habit...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The sound of Mane's struggle made Carlos wake up from his suspicion. He nodded to Dumbledore while holding Mane, and then threw it into the cooking manual.

"Tsk, tsk." Dumbledore nodded and said, "Great magic, great little invention..."

"But it's time for you to go back to Carlos..." Dumbledore said with a smile: "The dinner seems to be over."

"What?" Carlos looked at Dumbledore in surprise, "It's over!?"

"That's right." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "It should have just ended a few minutes ago, right?"

"Merlin on top!" Carlos hurriedly turned around and ran, it's over!I haven’t even enjoyed dinner yet, so why did it end! ?

You can’t bring yourself to stew Mane tonight, right?

It’s not impossible...it’s just that I haven’t learned how to make sweet and sour pork yet...

How about making braised meatballs? This dish sounds simpler.

As soon as Carlos pushed open the door of the auditorium, it was already empty. There were no professors and no students... It seemed that everyone had left.

There was no food on the table... This made Carlos feel a little lost.

"Besides, I don't know... where the Hufflepuff common room is..." Carlos looked at the empty hall around him and couldn't help but feel a headache.

He sighed, and then opened the cooking manual. Maybe he could ask the Winged Mofoulai to help him find it...

Wait... where is my wing-curling demon?

Where's the big winged demon like me?

He was stunned when he looked at the empty page, and he quickly turned it over... Well, forget about the Curly Wing Demon, the Ball Escape Bird, and the Poison Horned Beast were all gone!

Damn it, Dumbledore, you old...no...Carlos, you can't say bad words.

Dumbledore, you little bastard!

He turned around and pushed away to the side of the auditorium. The corridor there was empty, and there was no trace of Dumbledore at all. He didn't even know where he was going.

However, this is not the reason for you to steal my food reserves!

Do you want to have an extra meal tonight?

When Carlos thought about poor Foley and the other magical animals trembling under Dumbledore's knife and fork... his mouth watered... and his fists clenched.

I'm going to settle the score with this guy!

Wait...I don't seem to know where he is!

The principal should be in the principal's office...but I don't know where the principal's office is!

It was a bit bad now. Carlos walked out of the auditorium. The corridor outside was empty. Carlos didn't see any students at all. They all seemed to have returned to their dormitories.

The dim surroundings reminded Carlos of those horror movies that were often shown on Muggle TV late at night... He couldn't help but take out his wand.

Holding the small wooden stick in his hand, Carlos felt a lot safer...

But holding the wand couldn't change the reality that he couldn't find his way, especially after he saw those crazy rotating stairs. Those constantly changing stairs made Carlos cover his head.

This is too magical!

But... this makes the journey of finding a way even more difficult.

Carlos looked at the surrounding corridors, and he felt something was wrong... First of all, he could rule out the way to the basement... It was dark there, and it was definitely not a place for a rest room.

What college likes to live in a cold basement and spend a bleak life?

And I know... Hufflepuff's lounge is in front of the kitchen... This is an idea...

Carlos looked at the spiral staircase, and it was definitely not here... So he turned and walked towards the corridor on the other side in the direction of the auditorium.

The corridors of Hogwarts were extremely dark late at night, and he didn't know whether it was to save candles or something. Carlos could only barely see his hands under the candlelight.

"Pap, tap..." Involuntarily, Carlos heard the sound of footsteps, a slightly heavy sound with a slight sound of metal friction... This made Carlos, who originally wanted to say hello, pause...

He couldn't be a scary guy, right?

He hid around a corner thoughtfully, then carefully poked his head out to look...

"Pap, tap..." The footsteps are getting closer and closer, as if someone is approaching...

However, the footsteps became clearer and clearer, but Carlos didn't see anyone...

"Pap, tap..." The sound of footsteps sounded particularly permeable in the empty corridor, and even made Carlos feel a little hairy.

Damn it...there's no such thing as ghosts in wizard schools, right?

The surrounding candlelights could not help but sway under the blowing of the wind, but the mottled light and shadow cast a ferocious shadow, which was imprinted on the somewhat dim wall, making it look infiltrative.

"Huh...huh..." Carlos, the master of the shadow, took a few deep breaths to embolden himself, and he carefully poked his head out to take a look...

The end of the corridor around the corner was still dark, but no one could be seen.

Strange……

Why haven't I seen it yet...

"It's so late, why are you still here?"

"what!"

…………

"So, you were just talking to Principal Dumbledore, right?" The professor in front of him lowered his head and looked at Carlos. He looked unusually gentleman with his gray beard and slightly gentle eyes.

"Ah...that's it, Professor Rosier."

Carlos looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in front of him and nodded and said, "So I can't find the Hufflepuff lounge."

"Hufflepuff's common room?" Professor Rosier rubbed his chin with his hand. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "I know where Hufflepuff's common room is."

"Will you come with me?"

Looking at the gentle professor in front of him, Carlos nodded quickly. Look at Dumbledore, can't you learn from him?

At the very least... he knew how to guide a lost student... But you, not only stole the student's ingredients, but also left him in a strange school.

He is really more heartless than Jin Feixia who just broke up.

"Mr. Emmanuel, I heard that your grandfather is Newt Scamander, right?" While walking on the road, Rozier asked casually: "He is a famous magical zoologist."

"Yes." Carlos nodded and said, "Grandpa Newt is indeed a master of magical animals."

Rozier nodded thoughtfully and said, "Fantastic beasts are really interesting things."

"It can not only provide many useful potion materials, but also serve as pets. It can even be used to fight dark wizards and defeat them to gain honor..."

Listening to Rozier's words, Carlos nodded: "It can even be used as food."

"Food?" Rozier nodded with a dumb smile: "Maybe, after all, I am not a magical zoologist..."

The two walked and soon came to a row of wooden barrels.

"This is it, Mr. Emmanuel." Rozier said, "The entrance to the Hufflepuff lounge is these barrels."

"Oh..." Carlos nodded with interest and said, "Thank you for your help."

"It's okay, Mr. Emmanuel." Rozier nodded with a smile, and then kindly helped Carlos lift the lid of the barrel.

Watching Carlos get in, the smile on Rozier's face gradually disappeared.

He glanced vaguely at the half of the robe exposed at the corner, then gritted his teeth and left.

The old bee who ruined my good deeds...