I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

He had been prepared for it.

The wealthy Mr. Wallop directly bought several breeding farms. As long as a piece of news passes, he can immediately raise an 'army' of more than a thousand roosters.

Although the enemy was in the open and I was in the dark, it was destined that the heir to the secret room would not dare to act openly. Sean had already expected it. The students always acted in groups at the request of the professor. It was easy to kill their little pets, but the traces of the heirs would be extremely easy to be exposed.

At this time, it was normal to choose Hagrid's place. A large group of roosters with only one person to take care of them was much easier to do. This is also the plan discussed by Sean and the professors, which is to seduce the other party.

However, what Sean didn't expect was that the other party would act so quickly, and that a lot of magic had been planted in the chicken pen under Hagrid's care. That person could actually succeed in doing something without alerting the professors. He was quite powerful...

Sean raised his chin. He had originally thought about whether a little wizard would be controlled like Ginny in the original novel, but now it seems that this possibility is very small, because controlling a little wizard to do this Things are not very realistic.

There are very few people in the school who can circumvent the professor's curse. Of course, the possibility of someone hiding their strength cannot be ruled out.

However, is that heir a student of this school, or did he sneak in from outside the school?

This is something to note...

The next day, Newt returned to Hogwarts with a new batch of roosters, but this time the 'lineup' was a little strange...

In the makeshift chicken pen, Sean watched with a strange expression as Newt opened the cages and let the roosters inside walk into the chicken pen.

A small nameplate was hung around the necks of those guys with shiny fur.

"Wallup Farm presented to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"

The corner of Sean's mouth twitched, what was his father doing... so shameful...

Hagrid, who was busy unloading the goods, took the time to pat Sean on the shoulder: "Sean, your father is such a generous gentleman!"

"Well, I thank you on his behalf, Hagrid..." Sean covered his face in shame.

When the last cage was taken out, Newt closed the suitcase and said with a smile: "Sean, your father is really an interesting person, and he must love you very much."

"I have never questioned my father's love for me," Sean smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's just this way..."

"You should change your mind," Newt said sternly, "Although it seems a bit utilitarian, the entire Hogwarts needs to thank your Wallop family for their generous support - by the way, Sean, your family's breeding farm is still Will each chicken be left with a nameplate?”

"No, my family runs a hospital..."

"……All right."

After the interlude, Sean walked twice in the makeshift chicken pen and asked, "Hagrid, where are the dead roosters?"

"It was disposed of because I didn't know if it was poisonous or something."

"How did you die?"

Hagrid touched his head: "The throat was slit. Professor Flitwick checked it and it doesn't seem to be the effect of the curse."

Hagrid also told Sean that he just went into the auditorium for a quick meal, and when he came back, the chickens had been brutally murdered.

Isn't this the effect of a curse? Sean was a little confused.

The moon was dark, the wind was high, the rain was pouring, and the man behind the scenes cut the throats of each chicken one by one without knowing when the watcher would come back?

Is there enough time without using a magic spell?

It's a bit strange, this is worth noting...

After Sean returned to the castle, he found that his classmates looked at him with gratitude in their eyes.

"Sean, thanks a lot!"

"Man, your family's property must be quite impressive, right?"

Sean suddenly received a lot of thanks and everyone was very warm to him.

After the tragic death of the chickens last night, everyone realized that the monster in the secret room was afraid of roosters. Wallop Farm, which generously donated thousands of roosters, became the object of gratitude to the students, and Sean naturally became a celebrity - Hagrid, a big mouth, told everything.

Mr. Wallop is really far-sighted... Sean could only smile helplessly. He didn't like the feeling of being enthusiastically surrounded by crowds. He pretended to be cool occasionally, but when he walked on the stone corridor, he kept being tapped on the shoulder. It's a bit unbearable.

Especially those people who had just stroked the big cock in their cage... Sean felt that he smelled like chicken shit now, and his status as the rich second generation of the farm was completely confirmed...

…

"What, all the newly arrived chickens are dead again?" Early the next morning, Sean met Hagrid at the door of the auditorium.

Hagrid was holding a dead rooster, and he said helplessly: "It happened in the middle of the night yesterday. The professors changed a batch of warning magic, but still no traces of the use of magic spells were detected, not even signs of biological activity. None of them were found - look at this carcass, every rooster died like this."

Sean had expected all this, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon. He took the body in Hagrid's hand and took a look.

On the neck covered with downy hair, a sharp wound completely severed the throat, and the overflowing blood stuck to the nameplate below.

The cut looked like it had been cut with a sharp instrument, but the force was precise and the angle was chosen extremely well.

That's not right... Sean frowned.

Just assume that person is very good at using cold weapons, then why not just chop off the chicken head? There is no need to just slit the throat with such precision...

Cutting off the neck because of lack of strength? Or is it a personal habit?

"Hagrid," Sean said, "You go to the professor to explain the situation, and then continue to go to my father to get another batch. This time, let Professor Scamander keep one batch, and you raise another batch."

Looking at Hagrid's leaving figure, Sean frowned.

If the speed is so fast, the supply chain will be even worse. Even if Mr. Wallop has a lot of money, if it continues like this, he will not be able to buy it even if he has money.

I have to think of a way...

Sean has a headache. It would be nice if he could use a video recorder so that he could always monitor the chicken pen. However, within the scope of Hogwarts Castle, nothing with electricity can be used, and only mechanical creations can operate normally.

Hagrid couldn't keep watch all the time, either because it was unsafe, or because he couldn't maintain a high level of concentration and attention.

Um? Sean's eyes lit up.

If Hagrid doesn't work, you can find someone else...

…

The next batch of chickens was shipped over again. The people responsible for loading and unloading all looked distressed, but they had to do it. The students' raising ability was really poor, and they had to ensure a supply at any time.

After all the loading and unloading was completed, Newt put away his suitcase, gave a few instructions, and left the scene. However, no one noticed that the transparent air fluctuated slightly.

Night gradually fell.

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