I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Pickett jumped onto a branch, then quickly headed towards his target using the students' heads as a springboard.

"Oh, my hair!"

"Oh, my!"

After a small commotion, the Bowtruckle finally calmed down.

Everyone else turned their attention to the suddenly excited little tree man, and saw that Pickett was clinging to a student, constantly climbing up and down on him, and from time to time he even got into the bag of his robe to search for it.

Sean smiled and picked up Pickett in his hand: "I'm here for class, Pickett, you should cooperate with Professor Scamander's teaching."

Pickett's pointed fingers sprouted green buds and went into Sean's pocket to rummage around, making sure that there were no rogues inside before he took it back with regret.

It stuck out its tongue at Sean and made a sharp but amusing sound.

"I miss you, you don't love me anymore."

Then he stepped on one head after another and returned to Newt's hands in the astonished eyes of the students.

Pickett climbed onto Newt's palm, corrected the position of Newt's fingers, and then stood motionless.

It acted as if it hadn't been moved a while ago.

Sean laughed when he saw it. This little guy had been following Newt for too long. Now he is no longer afraid of people, and his brain is much better than before.

Sean's junior [Beast Whisperer] can already understand its general meaning.

Newt shook his head helplessly and looked at the students: "This is another characteristic of the Bowtruckle. This magical animal that guards trees is usually peaceful and extremely shy, but if you can establish a good relationship with it, it will He will be clingy and naughty."

Pickett seemed dissatisfied with Newt's 'naughty' comment and turned around and spat at Newt.

The students burst into laughter.

Newt also laughed indifferently: "Students, remember, although Bowtruckles are generally gentle magical animals, each one has a different personality, just like us wizards. By the way, Bowtruckles The hunchback's saliva is actually tree sap - oh, oh, Pickett, stop spitting, there are many people, so you have to be polite."

It took two plump bumpkins for Newt to calm down Pickett's temper. He let the little guy climb onto his shoulders, and then led the students into the woods.

"Come on, kids, as a first lesson, I think it would be more interesting for you to get up close and personal with these lovely creatures."

As they walked in, bowtruckles of various sizes began to poke their heads out of the trees.

Maintaining a slightly distant distance, Newt asked, "Who can tell me the key points of dealing with Bowtruckles?"

Hermione and Sean raised their hands at the same time.

"Mr. Wallop."

Sean moved closer to a tree nearby: "The Bowtruckle is extremely small. As far as I know, the Forbidden Forest is a huge habitat. They often use their body color to hide in the trees. They will show off easily. They all came out today. I think Professor Scamander is very familiar with these little guys."

It may also have something to do with your affinity with magical animals.

He continued: "Although gentle in temperament, if the tree in which it lives is threatened, it will leap down and pounce on the logger or tree repair expert who is trying to destroy its home, using its long and sharp claws. Fingers gouging their eyes. If a wizard offers a rhinoceros to a Bowtruckle, it will soothe it for a long time so that he or she can take wood from the tree to make a wand - and, yes, fairy eggs too Bowtruckles like food, but don’t feed them too much, as they are prone to vomiting milk, or sap.”

"Of course, there is another requirement for dealing with Bowtruckles, or in other words, this point is common to dealing with all magical animals - that is sincerity."

Sean slowly stretched out his hand. On the tree next to him, a dark green Bowtruckle looked at him for a while, then after a moment of hesitation, it gently jumped into his palm.

"Show your kindness sincerely. Magical animals are often more sensitive than humans." He smiled and stretched out his finger, and the Bowtruckle grabbed the finger and started playing with Sean.

Newt clapped his hands and threw a rogue to Sean. He waited until the Bowtruckle began to enjoy the food happily before continuing: "Mr. Wallop is right. Dealing with magical animals, all kinds of targets." Characteristics, habitual behavior are very helpful, and a sincere heart is essential. Twenty points to Ravenclaw."

Then, Hagrid brought over a big iron bucket, which was full of tumbleweeds.

"Come on, let's each take two terrapins and try to feed the little guys here."

With Sean's demonstration, the other students suddenly became enthusiastic. They crowded forward to receive their 'snacks'. Even the students who were afraid of bugs looked at the black bugs in the hands of their companions with curiosity and worry. .

"Come on, come forward one by one." Newt greeted.

"Yes, that's right. Look into the Bowtruckle's eyes and don't show concern about its sharp fingers. As long as you don't mess around, it will never hurt you."

"Yes, first spread your hands, express your goodwill with a rustic, and slowly pass it over..."

"Very well, after it accepts your first gift, you can try to let it crawl onto your palm."

Newt's teaching level far exceeds that of the clumsy Hagrid and the grumpy Professor Kettleburn. He is very methodical when teaching, always with a smile on his face, and he can answer students' questions in a timely and detailed manner. answer.

Soon, everyone understood why Professor Scamander, who had been on the job for less than two years, quickly won the love of the students.

However, some careful students found that although the Bowtruckle in their palms was very gentle, it would turn its head and look at its companions from time to time, and then all look in a certain direction.

That was Sean's direction.

At this time, Sean's ears were filled with the thoughts of the Bowtruckles.

"The country turtle smells so good." Bowtruckle a.

"There are a lot of stupid people today, but there is one person there who is better than a bumpkin." Bowtruckle b.

"Isn't it better to be a rustic?" Bowtruckle C retorted.

"No distinction between up and down, no distinction between superior and inferior," said Bowtruckle D.

The bowtruckle lying in Sean's hand was sunbathing with its legs crossed comfortably: "It's cool..."

"I also want to try..."

"I also want to try..."

"I also want to try..."

The Bowtruckles were a little jealous of their companions.

"The hibiscus smells so good... ah? I'll give it a try, too?" Bowtruckle a.

Newt was leading a timid girl close to a Bowtruckle.

"Yes, slowly stretch out your hand and spread your palms flat... Don't worry, come on, try it. It's very simple. This one has a much stronger temper than my Pickett - oh, Pickett pricked me especially!"

At this time, exclamations suddenly sounded from the crowd.

Newt quickly looked back and saw Sean jumping up and down in the crowd.

Most of the bowtruckles in the whole forest jumped on Sean's body as if they had been agreed upon, and they hung on Sean like branches.

Some were swinging on Sean's robe and earlobes, some were lying in a large area to bask in the sun, and some even crawled into Sean's clothes, and then got scared and came out to hug Sean for comfort—— Dave still lives in the inner pocket.

Newt, who was also able to initially communicate with magical animals, heard the Bowtruckles sigh: "It smells so good..."

"It scares me to death, it scares me to death, there's such a big bug inside!... Can it be eaten?"

Sean, who was being grabbed by the Bowtruckle, was jumping in pain: "Hey, man, don't scratch my ears, your fingers, your fingers are too sharp... Little guy, you can't drill there!... You! Don't lick it! It's itchy." Hahahahaha——"

Newt: "..."

He held his forehead helplessly, and sure enough, as he expected, in the end it was because of Sean's accident.

However, after the rather funny episode, only Sean was tortured enough.

He stayed away from the woods and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Sometimes you can't stand being too enthusiastic..."

Newt smiled and shook his head: "It seems that before each class, I have to discuss it with the magical animals that will be taught in advance."

"Please do this!"

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and when no one was around, Sean turned the topic to the magical animals he saw in Selma.

"A magical animal you haven't seen before?" Newt became interested.

Sean kept running to his office, and he had basically read all his graphic notes, including the new version of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" that had not yet been released.

After doing this, the other party actually has a completely unseen magical animal?

Sean nodded and gave Newt a detailed description of what he saw: "I can't see clearly in my head. It has a body similar to that of an elk, with the tail of an Eastern dragon. By the way, the scales on its body don't seem to be the same color. .”

Newt held his chin up and thought: "From the ancient east?"

"right."

"There are indeed many unique magical animals there, many of which I have never understood in depth. However, after hearing your description, there is only one creature in my mind that looks like this... Well, you can tell from the photos ? Are there bamboos in that forest area?"

Sean recalled it for a moment, then nodded: "It seems that there is indeed bamboo."

"That should be it..." Newt's expression became slightly solemn.

"professor?"

Newt looked at Sean and said seriously: "Are you sure you just saw it in the photo and not... did you really get one?"

"Am I that kind of person?" Sean felt wronged.

"Well, the description I saw in the library can also hatch eggs, right?"

"That was an accident, an accident..." Sean sneered.

At first, I was ignorant and completely underestimated Newt's knowledge of magical animals. I thought I could hide Dave's matter.

Newt smiled, and then his expression returned to seriousness: "If you are right, that should be - Qilin."

"Qilin?" Sean's eyes widened.

This creature from ancient Eastern mythology is actually a living magical animal? !

Newt glanced at him and continued: "Many legends are not groundless. Just like the Zuowu I mentioned to you, it is also a strange beast in Eastern mythology, but I have also seen it with my own eyes. Not only it , there are many magical and even terrifying magical animals in that land, and the unicorn is a very special one among them."

"Special? Why do you say that?" Sean asked curiously.

Newt shook his head: "I only heard an old wizard say it when I was traveling in Asia. I don't know what is so special about it, but the local wizards call Qilin a mythical beast."

Divine beast? This is a very important title...

"Also, Qilin may have another purpose."

"What?"

Newt let out a sigh of relief: "Does the International Federation of Wizards know?"

"Of course, doesn't it mean that there will be a general election of the president soon?"

"It just happens to be related to this election..." Newt smiled, "The president is elected by voting. This is an election method that has only been decided in the past two hundred years. It is said that at the beginning, the president of the International Federation of Wizards was elected. Not elected by vote, but elected by Qilin.”

"Qilin?" Sean became confused, "How does Qilin choose people? If this is the case, isn't my participation in the election a final decision?"

Newt laughed: "It's really possible...I don't know the specific criteria for Kirin to select people, but I guess it may be similar to unicorns. Unicorns love pure women, and Kirin may also love someone." It’s humanoid, and someone with this trait might be suitable to become the president.”

"It makes sense..." Sean nodded suddenly.

Newt is indeed a senior scholar of magical animals. He learned a lot from this question today.

When Sean said goodbye and was about to return to the crowd, Newt called out to him.

"Sean, are you sure you didn't get a unicorn?"

"Really...I swear, Professor." Sean promised rather helplessly.

Since Qilin is so magical, how could he easily get it...

After the rather pleasant Magical Creatures Care class ended, the students were still discussing enthusiastically on the way back to the castle. Many of them boasted to their friends about their experience of eye-to-eye contact with a certain Bowtruckle.

Hermione, on the other hand, was a little unhappy.

Sean asked strangely: "What's wrong? I think you get along well with that Bowtruckle."

Hermione kicked the pebbles under her feet listlessly: "Professor Scamander didn't assign homework after class..."

So that’s why you...

"Why do you think Professor Scamander is so popular? The key reason why he rarely assigns homework is because of it," Sean said.

Hermione puffed up her cheeks unhappily: "I have prepared a lot of information! I won't need it now!"

"It's not a loss if you learn in your head... But you usually study in addition to studying. Why don't you buy a pet?" Sean asked.

This time, Hermione did not meet the clever Crookshanks in Diagon Alley, which made Sean regretful.

Hermione was obviously a little moved, but in the end she shook her head: "Forget it, I don't particularly like it... You need to be responsible for the pet you buy..."

"You can take your pick. How about the cat nives? I have a way. I can go to the Ministry of Magic to get a breeding certificate."

"I also know your connections, aren't they Mr. Potter and Mr. Black?"

"This is just part of it, okay? I've been thinking about getting a breeding certificate recently. I've been researching it for a long time."

Saying this, the two walked into the castle. As soon as they entered the front yard, they heard the loud voices of Fred and George.

"Come on!" The two waved a newspaper, "Big news!"

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