Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

As soon as Rozier opened the door of his office, he saw a letter. This letter was lightly painted with an iris, and it also had a faint fragrance.

"..." Rozier swallowed lightly. At least, it wasn't a roaring letter?

This is a letter from his aunt, the current leader of the Wiccan Party, Veda Rozier. I don’t know since when, Rozier has been a little afraid of his aunt in his heart, because of Grindelwald ?Or is it because of her power?

Rozier can’t remember these things clearly.

He coughed lightly, then slowly opened the envelope. A piece of white letter paper lay inside. Just by casually scanning it, Rozier could see the rigor of the writer.

Did you learn this from Lord Grindelwald?

Rozier shook his head and unfolded the folded letter. Unsurprisingly, there was not much content inside, and the words between the lines were just as he thought, just cold orders.

"I already know about your matter. Regarding the matter of Helgen and Marston, the Umbrella Party meeting has reached a consensus."

"But you know exactly what you did."

Seeing this, Rozier's breathing stopped, he took a long breath, and then slowly looked down.

"Stop all your actions for the time being and wait until next spring before considering action. Dumbledore is not an ordinary person. You are likely to have been exposed. Therefore, after this letter, I do not want you to pass it on from Hogwarts." Nothing, and I won’t pass anything on to you.”

Vader's words made Rozier feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Between the lines, Rozier could see the meaning of his aunt's name giving up. Could it be...are they going to give up on me?

Rozier gritted his teeth, then took a sip of coffee with slightly trembling hands.

"Besides, don't get too close to that kid, Abigail, you know your identity better than anyone else."

"Neither Newt Scamander nor Albus Dumbledore will be your friend."

"Please wait patiently for the next order from the organization."

The letter ended here. Rozier put down the coffee and waved his wand gently.

"Burning flames."

The red flame burned the paper, and ashes swirled in the air and fell.

"Huh..." Rozier breathed a long sigh of relief. Things were bad, but not too bad... At least, she didn't send two wizards to send her on her way.

While comforting himself, Rozier opened the window and let the embers of the letter disappear in the wind.

He looked at the small glass bottles on the table and shook his head slightly. Even if he found out the secret inside, he would not be able to inform them for the time being.

With this thought in mind, Rozier put the bottle away and then came to the window to pull down the curtains. He was a little tired. When he thought about tomorrow's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he felt tired from the inside out. He was ready to Have a good sleep and then...

Through the gap in the glass of the window, he unexpectedly saw a figure. He had short red hair, was wearing this unfitting windbreaker, and was carrying an awkward old-fashioned suitcase...

But just looking at him, Rozier felt a sting in his heart.

"Newt Scamander?"

"Long time no see, Newt." Dumbledore gently hugged the old man in front of him, and then said gently: "Can you please come inside?"

"Deng...Dumbledore..." Newt lowered his head and whispered, "What do you want to do with me?" It's not that he was cowardly in the past, but that Dumbledore never did anything good to him every time... Newt I was really scared of this kind-faced old man.

"It's not a big deal." Dumbledore's gentle smile did not affect Newt. Instead, it only made Newt lower his head lower.

What he fears most is that Dumbledore tells him that it's not a big deal...

The last thing that wasn't a big deal was that he summoned him to deal with Grindelwald in the thick fog in London.

"How are you doing lately?" Dumbledore and Newt were walking in the corridors of Hogwarts, and he casually asked his favorite student in the past.

"Not bad..." Newt nodded dully: "What about you?"

"Me?" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "I have always been in good health, but as I get older, I always feel like I am useless."

"Hmm... um..." Newt didn't know how to answer Dumbledore's words for a moment. He could only nod awkwardly and hold his suitcase tightly.

Soon, in a strange embarrassment, the two came to the principal's office, where Newt sat in front of Dumbledore with a slight restraint.

"So, Professor Dumbledore...what do you want from me?"

Listening to Newt's question, Dumbledore smiled softly and said, "This matter has something to do with Carlos."

"Carlos?" Newt's eyes narrowed, and he slowly raised his head to look into Dumbledore's eyes: "He, what happened to him?"

"It doesn't count, does it?"

"Does that mean he's causing trouble?" Newt said, lowering his eyes again and not daring to look into Dumbledore's eyes.

"No." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. He seemed to enjoy chatting with Newt: "It's just that some people are targeting him."

"Student, student?" Newt said, shaking his head: "He, he won't take it to heart."

"Not a student." Dumbledore bowed slightly and said, "They are people from Europe."

"People from Europe?" Newt was stunned for a moment. If Dumbledore told him that they were magical animals from Europe, maybe he would still have some clues.

but man...

Seeing Newt's frown, Dumbledore said softly: "It has something to do with the Wiccan Party."

"The Wiccan Party?" Newt was startled. His hand touched the wand nervously, and then whispered: "Grindelwald...isn't he still in Nurmengard?"

"But his followers are not." Dumbledore's face gradually became serious: "They may want to capture this child."

"Or want his life."

"Ah...this..." Newt was nervous for a moment. He quickly stood up and said, "Then he is not injured, right?"

"No." Dumbledore shook his head: "But the attacks from the Wiccan Party will never end."

"I hope you can be mentally prepared..."

Dumbledore's words made Newt think deeply. He originally thought that Dumbledore would let him take Carlos away. As long as he went to school in the United States...the Wiccan Party wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

But looking at what Dumbledore means now...does he hope that he can provide some help?

"So, then...is there anything I can do to help?" Newt asked, "After all...Carlos is in danger now, right?"

"Actually, it's not particularly dangerous." Dumbledore said, "I came to you because I want to ask you, how much do you know about the Wiccan Party...?"

"Me?" Newt looked at Dumbledore a little confused for a moment. You held on to him and you asked me how well I understood him?