I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 105 Mr. Scamander

Snape is - was replaced by the first episode?

Send him a gift?

After opening it, it turned out to be nothing precious, just a decayed basilisk tooth.

There's always a hint of irony in it.

Next, it was a gift from Professor Dumbledore, a dozen pairs of socks of different colors.

Styles vary.

But they are all Muggle products, and some are embroidered with very childish cartoon images.

Like Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, Spiderman, Superman, whatever.

Owen looked very disgusted.

I'm going, what are these?

I!Owen Sanchez, the boss of the dark department, me, I wear this kind of thing to go out?

I want my dark outfit!

I want my gloomy and cold temperament!

I want my evil and crazy life creed!

Wearing this kind of thing, my avatar jumps!

With grief and anger, Owen tore open the last gift box.

It was a letter.

[The gift has been delivered by someone, Merry Christmas. 】

have to!His grandpa is out in the field again!

After calming down.

Owen glanced at the clothes on the bed

And then—and kicked Spider-Man on one foot, and Donald Duck on the other.

Wearing the sweater Molly knitted, she ran out of the dormitory in a flash!

The Christmas party will be held as usual in the afternoon.

The auditorium is decorated in a grand style.

Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick friezes of mistletoe and holly crisscrossing the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, falling softly from the ceiling.

All the professors on the rostrum enjoyed themselves happily, and their faces were full of joy, without any sense of tension when the school was in danger.

And what about Headmaster Dumbledore?

He is not here.

Hearing from other little wizards, it seems that he saw someone visiting him.

Someone visit?

Owen immediately thought of his grandfather, but it was wrong to look back!

If it was his grandfather, then why didn't he deliver the Christmas gift box himself, and asked someone else?

With doubts in his heart, Owen waited quietly.

The auditorium continued to be a place of laughter and laughter from the professors until about ten minutes after the Christmas banquet began.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the gate.

Then Dumbledore walked in, leading a man by the hand.

It was a very old man, carrying a brown suitcase, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

Gray hair, with unnatural curls, looks a little unkempt.

He was still reluctant to lift his face, staring at the stone slab under his feet, very shy.

A vintage gray suit, lined with a brown jacket and white shirt, with a black bow tie.

His outer coat appears to have been specially made, with many pockets.

Collar turned up, trousers tucked into boots.

He has a slightly weird, nerdy air about him, but he ends up looking more like an adventurer.

Alright~ Owen already knows who this gentleman is.

Oh~~~ Mr. Scamander!

"Oh! This is what I want to introduce to you." Owen's eyes met Dumbledore's, and then he pulled Mr. Newt and walked over.

"Don't look at his young age, but in terms of magical talent, Owen is definitely the best I have ever seen."

Owen looked at Newt, who was nearly 90 years old.

And Newt was watching him too.

Is this Dumbledore's favorite student?

Suddenly, our senior Newt came up with such a sentence in his heart.

"Hi." He said shyly.

Although he is nearly 96 years old, Senior Newt is still not good at talking to others, even if the other person is just a 12-year-old wizard.

He always looked at Owen with a little dodge in his eyes.

"Hello, Senior Newt! I particularly like your book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them". I bought every edition." Owen opened his shining gray eyes and blinked in a cute manner.

In a daze, Newt suddenly felt that he had seen those eyes somewhere before.

He seemed to remember that there were two pairs of gray eyes staring at him once.

However, the man seemed to want his life

"Thank you." Senior Newt nodded stiffly, and then suddenly stopped talking.

In the silence, the air became awkward.

Professor Dumbledore looked at him jokingly. After a while, Senior Newt suddenly woke up and said, "Oh! By the way, today is Christmas."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, fumbled in the pocket of the windbreaker, and said to himself, "Hobbie, let go, this is not your food."

"Okay, Millie, I'll find you another bed."

Senior Newt, who was tugging at the little cutie in his pocket, offered some kind words.

Finally, two pets that looked very much like wild cats were brought out together.

They were two small, palm-sized, cat-like animals with various spots on their fur, extremely large ears, and tails like a lion's tail.

"Sorry, they're a little shy." Senior Newt, holding one in each hand, smiled shyly at Owen, and then stuffed them back into his pocket.

"Cat Civet has just been born and can't live without his mother," he said.

"This is for you." Then he handed the toys of the two cats and a book that was quite old and full of kitten scratches, but also very brand new, to Owen.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" third edition.

"Wow! New edition!" Although Owen has never opened this book.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is banned in his house.

But as a popular book that every wizard would buy, he had seen Justin's.

The new book he bought last year was only the second edition.

"That—Albus."

After giving Owen the gift, Senior Newt suddenly became very anxious. He held the suitcase in both hands, and kept looking back and forth at the many little wizards in the auditorium.

Especially the direction of Slytherin.

He was forced to come with a mission.

A certain dark wizard who broke into his house for no reason last September and was talking about some good memories of the past forcefully gave him a Christmas gift mission.

"Owen, it seems that Newt doesn't know you very well!" Professor Dumbledore stood aside and smiled as if he was in the middle of a play.

"It's all right! I have a special knack for being remembered!"

Just kidding, the social reckless Owen still worries that others won't remember him?

And he also guessed that senior Newt should come to him.

Immediately, he coughed a few words, cleared his throat, and put his hands behind his back.

There was an evil smile on his face, and he stared at Newt tightly and said, "Mr. Scamander!"

"What makes Dumbledore so fond of you?"

"Do you → think that Dumbledore will mourn → you?"

The same tone, exactly the same accent.

Even the way the head shakes is almost the same.

For a split second, Newt's mind was taken back to the past.

The evil wizard once asked him questions in exactly the same tone as Owen.

"Ouch!" The despicable old Deng interrupted Irving's performance with a violent shudder.

He glared at Owen, then turned his head and said to Newt with a smile, "The kid is a bit skinny and not very obedient, don't worry about it."

"???"

Mr. Newt seemed to have been hit hard by something.

He staggered back a few steps, then looked up at the courtyard flag on the long table in front of him.

Then he looked down at Owen, then at the courtyard flag, then at Owen.

???

I do not mind!

I do not mind?

I do not mind? ! ! !

Is the Sorting Hat a fool?

He yelled inwardly.

How could this little wizard who looks like Grindelwald II be in Hufflepuff! ! !

"You—you're the one."

"But - why - it's Hufflepuff?" Senior Newt seemed to have something stuck in his head, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Oh! That hat is broken." Owen said with a smile.

"But I also like Hufflepuff. Everyone here is friendly and honest. I like it very much."

"Okay—okay." Mr. Newt still seemed unable to accept that children who had a deep relationship with Grindelwald would be sorted into Hufflepuff.

As a former Hufflepuff, he was deeply proud of his house.

But now he is a little worried.

Hufflepuff—a millennium reputation!Can't have a big devil

Owen stared at Senior Newt with eyes that seemed to be watching the plague.

The corners of the mouth are happy!

Then he was already shy, and now he couldn't say a word.

After a moment of daze, he suddenly squatted on the ground, and then opened his lifeblood.

Wand, waving slightly.

A gift box flew up immediately.

"Grindelwald's Christmas present from you."

He said in a stiff tone, as if he was holding a hot potato.

Then he handed the box to Owen.

"What?" Owen was holding a wooden box about two feet wide, and Justin beside him helped him carry it together, and everyone put the box on the long table.

Open slowly.

What caught my eye was an astonishing number of magic books.

Judging from the handwriting, it looks like someone's handwritten book rather than a printed book.

His grandfather's black arts research notes?

This idea came to Owen's mind instantly.

Then he turned back and glanced at Old Dengtou vaguely.

Look at people!I don’t forget to write books on the way out!Look at you again!

Day by day, I was thinking about how to play with the little wizard!

The pattern—the pattern!

No - let grandpa be the principal!

I feel that if Grindelwald was the principal, after the first grade found out about Quirrell's strangeness, he would have sent him to the west by eating a big melon, so there would be so many troubles.

"Roar~" Just as Owen was criticizing his principal with sharp eyes, a childish cry suddenly came from the box, drawing his attention back.

That's a giant dragon with iridescent scales and jewel-like eyes - right!

It's just - why do dragons have feathers on their wings?

Looking at its nose, it didn't turn outward like a normal dragon, and there were two horns growing on its head.

"What is this?" Owen said, pointing at the tip of the little thing's nose.

"Australian Opal Eye." The Master of Protection of Magical Creatures beside him immediately replied instinctively.

oh!My senior Newt just has no resistance to Fantastic Beasts.

"It's not just the Australian Oval Eye." As he said that, he suddenly bent over and pointed at the eyes and body of the little dragon and said, "The Australian Oval Eye is considered to be one of the most beautiful fire dragons. His scales are like Pearly, and without pupils.”

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