Everyday life at Midtown High School

Pooh is really suspicious of Queenie's nonsense British psychiatrist Newt Scamander.

But based on his trust in her, he still reluctantly believed it.

After all, in a country known as a rotten country, maybe the treatment methods of psychiatrists are so different?

(British psychiatrist: No, we don't take the blame!)

"I'll try talking to him again..."

Pooh thought for a while and added: "Who is his guardian? I hope that starting today, I can see him regularly in the future."

"Of course it's okay to meet regularly. I originally hoped that he could make friends, uh... guardian? For now, it's my sister Tina..."

Queenie hesitated and said: "Pooh, I don't want to lie to you, but things are a bit complicated... It's hard to understand, and, for some reason, I can't say, but I can guarantee that my sister is a good person and won't Not good for Cresden."

"...Of course I believe you, Queenie. But, I'm sorry."

Pooh apologized and said: "I insist on 'Credence needs professional treatment', but since he already has his own doctor, I will not do anything for the time being. But in the next time, if his condition Still no improvement and recovery, I will still call the Child Protective Society and ask them to send better and more professional people to help Cresden. Sorry again, hope I did not offend you."

"Oh...don't feel sad or guilty about this kind of thing." Queenie said suddenly, staring deeply at Pooh.

She smiled sweetly, and hugged Pooh: "Honey, you didn't offend me, you are as gentle and kind as Jacob."

Then, she agreed to Pooh's request.

In the next period of time, she hid in the kitchen and baked bread with Jacob, the owner of the bakery, and gave up a lounge and time to the two teenagers who met for the first time.

Pooh walked into the house again and tried to touch the black fluffy... no, it was Credence.

It's not easy.

Their conversation didn't go well at all, as Credence kept his mouth shut.Moreover, under Pooh's patient probing, he found that there was almost no trace of formal education on him, and his understanding of the world was so poor that it was almost a blank sheet of paper, so it was difficult to find topics to talk about.

He didn't understand anything, and this kind of ignorance actually exacerbated his fear on a certain level.

Pooh racked his brains and tried his best to find something that interested him.

It wasn't until he drew a simple sketch of Credence's head in the notebook with a pen and showed it to him that the black fluffy raised its head slightly.

So Pooh painted a lot.

During this period, he kept talking to himself, but he didn't ask the other party to answer at all.

Indeed, when Credence found that he didn't have to answer questions, and Pooh wouldn't approach or hurt himself, but just draw pictures and talk to himself, the whole person became a lot more relaxed.

In the midst of boredom, he unconsciously chased the pen with his eyes, watching the lines change and combine on the paper, and finally miraculously formed into familiar faces, himself, Queenie, and the fat Ya Boss Bu...

None of them spoke, one drew and looked at the other.

Pooh persisted in this kind of boring thing for five or six hours.

At noon, Queenie and Jacob's boss came to deliver delicious food and juice, and Pooh also tried to be very natural... It lasted until the afternoon, when he looked at the time and felt that he had to leave and go home, Credence has become less nervous about sharing a room with him.

Queenie seemed to see hope and was extremely happy.

She passionately hugged Pooh and kissed and kissed until the fat boss couldn't help but dragged her away with a look of jealousy.

Not long after Pooh left, a slender woman in a gray overcoat with her hands in her pockets appeared out of nowhere at the corner of the street, and then gently pushed open the bakery's door.

"Tina, are you off work?"

Queenie turned her head happily and said, "Are you here to pick up Credence?"

Tina nodded slightly towards her sister and brother-in-law, without much smile on her face.

She is a completely different woman from her younger sister, Queenie. She is shrewd and capable. Most of the time she looks serious, and occasionally she looks serious, but in fact she is just cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and she is as kind as Queenie. Otherwise, she would not take the initiative to take Creden This mess.

After a simple nod of greeting, she looked at her younger sister Queenie with soft eyes and a very gentle tone: "Is there nothing wrong?"

"Don't worry, everything is normal! No-Maj..." Queenie paused, then turned her head suddenly, and smiled sweetly at Boss Jacob: "Y, my sister and I want to talk about some ladies, do you want to talk about it?" Dodge it?"

"No problem." Boss Jacob had a considerate smile on his chubby face.

He kissed his wife affectionately on the cheek, picked up a baking tray, pretended to be a gentleman, and said with a smile: "Ladies, just talk slowly! If you need anything, remember to call me."

"Honey, you are so sweet." Queenie grabbed Jacob's bow tie enthusiastically, pulled him back, and returned a kiss.

The corners of Tina's mouth could not help but curl up slightly, and she looked helplessly at the couple who kept showing their affection, until Jacob left, and then she smiled softly.

"No-Majs really have magical powers."

Queenie looked at her sister's teasing eyes, and said with a smile without hesitation: "Whether it's Jacob or Pooh, they always make me feel that the world is beautiful."

"Actually, after I promised you, I regretted it a little."

Tina sighed and said: "You know, Credence is still in custody. I found out that he was still alive, but I spent a lot of effort not to let him be put in prison, but Leave it to me for the time being. He created such a big mess in New York before, almost destroyed the city, and almost exposed all wizards in America..."

"It's not his fault." Queenie immediately defended childishly: "He can't help himself, Grindelwald used him."

"Yes, that's right, but he is indeed a dangerous existence. As a qualified Auror, I shouldn't let him run around." Tina pressed her fingers on her temples with a headache.

"Tina, you're right! If, if we don't do something, that kid... is really going to be ruined. In fact, he's on the verge of breaking down emotionally right now... Now, in front of him , I have to remember to remind myself every time, to restrain my talent of instigating, otherwise...Merlin, I will be infected by the pain in his heart and collapse." Queenie said extremely sadly.

Then, she turned her head, couldn't help wiping her eyes with her sleeve, and continued to comfort her sister: "Please don't blame yourself, Tina, you didn't let him run around, you just brought me here. I swear, I won't let him out What's the problem. What's more, after the outbreak, the results of everyone's inspections, don't they mean that he is no longer dangerous?"

"It seems that there is no danger at the moment, but who knows what will happen in the future? You also know that before he erupted last time, anyone who saw him thought he was just an ordinary squib, but later..."

"Tina, we can't treat him as a prisoner just because of a possibility."

"Yes, you are right."

Tina sighed softly: "Forget it, no one knows about this for the time being, even if it is known, at worst, I will be downgraded again and transferred to the idle department. It's not like I haven't experienced it before."

"Merlin, come on, Tina!"

"Don't worry, it's fine, don't worry about it. What's your solution? Find a No-Maj kid to befriend with him? Frankly speaking, I think it's purely a case of emergency."

"That's because you don't know Pooh!"

Queenie retorted fiercely: "Credence needs some communication to save his spirit that is about to collapse. But both wizards and No-Maj have hurt him severely, so the person who contacts him must be serious. Choice. This kind of choice does not need to consider wizards and No-Majs, but only the most suitable one. I have thought about it for a long time, and only Pooh is the most suitable."

"...He can understand the mood of orphans, and his character is patient, optimistic, strong, and brave. It can be said that, except for the lack of magic, he is a hundred times stronger than some wizards like Jacob! Since Jacob can Rescue me from the boring life, then, Pooh can also drive Credence, make him strong and optimistic."

"Tina, believe me, I'm not patting my head and just thinking about things randomly. Instead, there are some people who will make you believe in him and believe that he can perform miracles."

"For example, Jacob, and the Pooh you mentioned?" Tina asked in doubt.

"Yes, and Newt," replied Queenie, smiling.

"Newt... Merlin, I've always been convinced by you since I met him! Queenie, you seem like a No-Maj fanatic."

Tina looked helpless: "Do you know how the wizards in the Magic Congress describe you? A silly girl who is dazzled by love, would rather give up her status as a wizard for the rest of her life, hide her talent, and want to be with No-Maj. "

"The heroine of the love story? It's my honor." Queenie said with an optimistic smile.

Tina looked at her speechlessly, so she had to change the subject: "Stop talking, Credence, how's the result today?"

"In such a short time, nothing can be seen."

Queenie said as she dragged her sister to the lounge where Cresden stayed: "But at least Credence didn't reject Pooh, they stayed together for a long day..."

As soon as she pushed open the door of the lounge, she saw a black figure suddenly panicked and ran to the other side of the room in a panic.

"wow!"

Queenie looked in surprise at the pens and notebooks that had fallen on the floor, and Credence, who was hiding himself again.

"It was given to me by that gentleman..."

A lump of black velvet huddled in the corner, and explained tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't move around."

"No, no, it's nothing. He gave it to you. It's your thing. Of course you can use it."

Queenie hurriedly comforted him: "Honey, no one will blame you, good boy."

Tina picked up the notebook on the floor and flipped through a few pages. The first few pages were filled with simple sketches of characters, including Credence with his head down, Jacob making bread, and Queenie smiling. , and some unknown characters.

She doesn't know how to paint, and she simply thinks that apart from not being able to move, these paintings all look good, at least at a glance, she can recognize who is who.But then I turned back, and in the next few pages, the paintings on it, like children's graffiti, were completely different from the previous level...

"...Did you draw this?" Tina couldn't help but raised her notebook and asked.

"What, you said, Credence drew? Oh, lovely!" Queenie lightly jumped in front of her sister, and took the notebook excitedly and pleasantly.

After only a few glances, she began to praise: "Merlin, you are so good at drawing, my dear! Do you want to learn to draw? I think you have to. Believe me, baby, you definitely have This talent! Look, is this...an apple? On top of an apple, there are two caterpillars crawling, great idea! You are a genius, how lifelike and vivid it is!, a tempting The apple attracts caterpillars, which is full of symbolism!"

Because the wizard sisters have always been friendly to him, Credence is not so afraid for the time being.

So, he explained something in a low voice.

But Queenie, like a mother excited to see her baby finally talk, didn't hear it at all.

She continued to pour out praises, sincere and exaggerated compliments from all angles.

At this moment, she seemed to sincerely believe that Credence would definitely be a super painter in the future.

"Stop, Queenie," until Tina cut her off.

The shrewd female Auror turned her head and asked calmly and patiently, "What did you want to say just now, Credence?"

Only then did Queenie realize that the child herself had been neglected.

She stopped talking, her eyes were bright and she encouraged her with an expectant interface: "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, no one here will hurt you, I promise."

After a few seconds, Credence glanced at the two of them cautiously, and mumbled, "It's not an apple...it's not a caterpillar, it's...it's...it's...Mr. Graves."

The atmosphere was awkward for a second.

"Ah, I said why is it so familiar!"

Queenie quickly closed her surprised mouth, and responded calmly and flexibly.

She still maintained a smile and praised: "Awesome! It's really similar, Credence, you have observed too carefully, the important feature of the minister is the two handsome thick eyebrows. That's right, that's right! All painters are like this, always You are very talented in seeing the beauty that ordinary people can't see. Believe me, you will become the best painter... After Mr. Graves recovers, I will help you give him the painting , I swear to Merlin, he will be so happy! This is the first creation of a future famous painter, how wonderful..."

Credence looked flattered.

He clutched his cuffs nervously with his fingers, looking very embarrassed.

Tina turned her head silently, trying very hard to hold back a smile.