Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

At night, the streets of Dorset are extremely quiet. For Muggles, the slightly cold night is more suitable for lying at home and watching TV with the family.

Of course, this is not necessarily the case for a wizarding family, especially a family with six sniffers, four ball twitchers, three cat nives, and a bowtruckle.

What?Are you saying that civet cats are not considered magical animals?It doesn't matter, at least Carlos Emmanuel, a new wizard, doesn't think so.

He is currently working on his first magic spell with a cat in his arms.

"I'm going to call it the Sweet and Sour Pork Curse." Carlos vowed to the two sniffers and a ball tumbler who were watching: "As long as I succeed, I can have extra food tonight."

"Cuckoo?" The ball escape bird raised its own question at the right time. It looked at the carried cat nives in confusion, and was wondering how Carlos should... use magic spells to make it into delicious food.

"Don't worry... don't worry..." Carlos stretched out his hand and patted the ball escape bird on the head: "As long as you master the skills, you can learn it too."

"Woo." Mane nodded to the other Sniff next to him, as if to tell it that Carlos had not learned this spell at all.

"Don't worry." Carlos pointed his magic wand at Mane: "When I learn it, it will be your turn next."

"Meow meow." The cat nives didn't seem to care about the little boy in front of him, lying on the floor with his belly exposed like a cat.

"Maybe the belly meat is the best choice for making sweet and sour pork..." Carlos said, picking up the wand and lightly tapping the cat in front of him. However, his wand seemed to be caught by the cat. As a cat teaser, he was very happy that Carlos was willing to play with him.

"Click." There was a sound of closing the door outside the room, as if someone was coming back from outside.

"Newt?" Tina's voice came, seeming to have a somewhat accusatory tone.

"Why did you come back so late?"

"Ahem." Newt coughed and grabbed the Sniff who was crowding at the door and handing him coins.

"I talked with Dumbledore for a long time... and I asked him for something." Newt scratched Sniff's belly, then smiled and took out another coin from it.

"Carlos got the wand." Tina watched him playing with magical animals again, coughing and told him about Carlos.

"Not bad..." Newt nodded. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "What material is it made of?"

"Alder and thunderbird feathers." Tina said happily to Newt, waving her wand and handing him a cup of black tea.

"Thank you." Newt thanked him softly, and then handed the windbreaker to the running ball escape bird.

The Ball Escaper jumped up wrapped in clothes and took it to the closet.

"I can see... you, you are very happy." Newt said, after all, he understood the meaning of Thunderbird.

"Of course, of course I'm happy." Tina nodded and continued: "We also met Harry Potter."

"The Boy Who Lived?" Newt seemed a little surprised, which reminded him of those uncomfortable years... But fortunately, at least they got through it.

"That's him." Tina nodded: "He doesn't look like anything special..."

"Not all wizards are the same as magical beasts..." Newt whispered, picking up Mane who ran down the stairs, holding a red wand in his mouth.

And Carlos ran down after it.

"Give me the wand back to Mane."

Looking at the boy running down, Newt smiled and handed him the wand: "Are you secretly... learning spells?"

This is what every little wizard does when they get a wand for the first time.

"Of course." Carlos nodded: "I practiced the sweet and sour pork spell."

"This is not a magic spell..." Tina curled her lips, while Newt chuckled with interest.

He took out the gourmet cooking manual from the small bag he was carrying, but it was a little different now.

"My magic book." Carlos happily took the cooking manual. You know, many food magic spells are recorded in it.

"Now it's not as simple as a spell book." Newt said softly, with a hint of showoff in his tone. The last time Tina saw him like this was when he told how he protected three endangered Golden Snidgets. .

"Now it's just like a suitcase."

"Suitcase?" Tina was startled. Of course she knew Newt's suitcase. It was even placed in the backyard, and Newt would stay in it for a while every day.

But...she looked at the cooking manual held in Carlos's hand, and she was a little unbelievable.

"In other words, can it also store magical animals?" Carlos was very happy. Now he didn't even have to worry about the deterioration of the ingredients.

"Of course." Newt hadn't realized what Carlos was thinking. He happily opened the cooking manual and then mentioned Manet.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mane looked at Newt in confusion. Before he could figure out what the old man was going to do, he threw him in with a flick of his hand.

Mane did not make a huge noise when he hit the book. On the contrary, it quickly shrank and disappeared.

Carlos looked over and saw a picture of Xiu Xiu in the cooking manual, placed right next to the sweet and sour pork loin.

This is great... Carlos looked at Newt happily, he could even sort the ingredients!

"That's cool!" Carlos happily picked up the cooking manual and asked, "Then how should I bring Mane out?"

"It's simple." Newt tapped his wand lightly on Manet's picture.

"Come on, Xiu Xiu."

Mane immediately flew out of the book and sat down on Carlos's hand.

"I remember you learned this spell before, right?"

Carlos had cast spells with Newt's wand before, and it was the only spell he really learned.

"Niffler, come flying." Carlos nodded and waved his wand, and then another sniffer flew to his hand.

Looking at the two people playing with the magic book, Tina chuckled and shook her head: "Okay, take a rest, two big boys."

"Tomorrow Carlos is leaving for Hogwarts."

"Tomorrow?" Newt seemed a little surprised: "It's so soon..."

"Yes." Tina nodded: "After all, no one knows why the owl came only yesterday morning."

"This is an interesting phenomenon..." Newt nodded, he was interested in all animal phenomena.

"Then you'd better sleep and study it later." Tina said, "After all, Carlos has to get up early tomorrow morning..."

…………

"So you were negligent?" There were three people wrapped in coats standing together on the streets of Dorset County. They were well-dressed and only their distinctive wizard cloaks could be seen.

"It's all that old man's fault..." one of them said slowly: "If he hadn't hit me..."

"The little guy is probably dead."

His tone was often unkind, but his hoarse voice seemed to indicate that he was not young.

"Taking action on a child... look at us." Another person murmured: "That owl also blamed me... I was targeted by a few people from the Ministry of Magic this morning."

"Look, this is the reason why we failed back then." The wizard who initially blamed him said: "It was because of you guys that held us back that Lord Grindelwald..."

"Stop talking." The other wizard shook his head: "Fortunately, I have second-hand preparations."

"What to prepare?"

"Hogwarts, of course," he said. "The professorships at Hogwarts are always available."

He made a voice that only a villain can make: "So I reluctantly took over..."

"Just do it quietly in the school."

"But there is Dumbledore at Hogwarts." A wizard poured cold water on him.

"It's okay... He can't be here forever, and he can't always keep an eye on the Newt children."

"You have to know, I followed them this morning but saw Harry Potter in Diagon Alley..."

"The Boy Who Lived will definitely attract more of Dumbledore's attention." He said and nodded lightly: "When the time comes, there will be plenty of opportunities."

"Make the Scamanders pay the price."