I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

"Ding, ding, ding." Before the dinner began, Dumbledore knocked on the goblet in front of him three times, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided.

"Before you enjoy the food, I want to announce something," Dumbledore stood up, "Our Professor Kettleburn has encountered some misfortunes and is still recuperating. Fortunately, however, I Persuaded the authors of your textbooks to take over."

"Welcome, Professor Newt Scamander."

There was warm applause in the auditorium, and Sean could hear Hermione whispering in surprise: "He's the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them! He almost set up the Ministry of Magic's Werewolf Registry, and "Prohibited The order of Feeding for Experimental Purposes was also facilitated by him, and he even received the Order of Merlin Second Class Medal, he is going to give us a lesson?!"

Sean's applause was warm. He turned his head and smiled and added: "Professor Scamander is also on the chocolate frog picture."

"That's not the point!" Hermione's voice was full of resentment, "The Protection of Fantastic Beasts class cannot be taken until the third grade, and I can't even take his class!"

Sean could only shrug his shoulders. He couldn't pray that Professor Kettleburn would lie down all the time, so that Professor Scamander could always substitute for the class.

Amid warm applause, Newt stood up. He didn't seem to be quite used to this atmosphere, so he just showed a shy smile.

"Thank you, thank you all." Newt saluted, and then quickly sat down.

Sean looked over curiously. Just like the legend, this Newt Scamander is obsessed with the protection and research of magical animals, and is not very good at socializing.

After the dinner began, Dumbledore smiled and pulled over a plate: "Try it, you have been away from Hogwarts for so many years, I don't know if the dishes in the kitchen still suit your taste."

Although Newt has gray hair, he is still full of energy. He hunchbacked and spoke very fast: "Thank you, Dumbledore, I am exhausted from the journey from Dorset to here. I do need to add .”

"Oh, Newt, it's not the journey that wears you out, it's your suitcase," said Dumbledore, laughing.

"Oh, I don't have the energy of my youth now, and there are only a few little guys left in the box." Newt said quickly.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, then raised his goblet: "I hope so, Newt, and thank you again for accepting my invitation."

"Easy to do, Dumbledore."

After the dinner was over, Sean said goodbye to Hermione quickly, and then caught up with Newt.

Dumbledore, who was talking to Professor McGonagall, saw this scene and smiled slightly.

Although Newt's hair and beard were white, his steps were fast and dense. Sean trotted to catch up with him at the corner of the third floor.

"Professor Scamander." Sean stopped him politely.

"Oh, hello, but it's not time for class yet." Newt glanced at him, nodded and prepared to continue upstairs.

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you, but there is a problem that has troubled me for a long time. I have seen an egg of a magical animal, and I am very curious about what is inside it. The pattern is turquoise, with dense blood lines on the edge of the pattern, and it also glows bright red. The size of the light," Sean compared to his own head, "it's about the same size as my head."

Sean was worried that something would happen to his egg if it was delayed, so he had no choice but to hurry up and disturb Professor Scamander who had just finished his journey.

And Newt is a wizard who likes to get along with magical animals far more than humans. Only by quickly asking his own questions can he attract his attention. Otherwise, Sean suspects that he will leave in a hurry if he perfunctory himself.

Sure enough, Newt stopped suddenly, and he turned his head, his eyes sparkling.

"The egg you've seen, are you sure it looks like this?"

"I'm sure.

"Sean nodded seriously.

Newt leaned against the stone wall, his hands knocking on the wall unconsciously.

"Strange, it sounds like... But how did the bloodline and red light come from... Mutants are still new species..."

Sean didn't bother him, just stood beside him with a smile.

It took a while for Newt to wake up.

He looked at his watch: "Oh... sorry, can you come with me to my office, I have a small album, you can identify it... oh, sorry, what is your name?"

"Sean Wallup, sir."

"Come on, Mr. Wallop, if you don't mind going to bed late."

"Of course, sir."

Sean followed Newt to an office, and with sharp eyes, he saw the leather suitcase on the desk.

The corners of the suitcase are a bit worn, and the brass turntable in the center is also worn a lot.

"Boom——" the suitcase jumped twice, and there was a dull sound coming from inside.

"Don't worry." Newt took off his coat and put one hand on the box.

"You can find a place to sit, and I'll find it for you." After speaking, Newt walked into a small room by the wall with the suitcase.

It seems that you are not familiar with it, so you can't take me to see it.

Sean sighed regretfully, and turned to look at the room.

Looking ordinary, it is not accurate to say that it is an office. It should be said to be a small bedroom, because there are no other facilities in the room except a table, chair, and bed. There is also a wooden door behind the door. Shelves, I don't know what they are used for.

Suddenly, Sean felt his trousers being pulled.

He looked down and saw a budding turquoise branch was pulling Sean's trouser legs with its small hands. It was a Bowtruckle.

"Hey, little guy." Sean stretched out his hand to the ground.

The Bowtruckle sized Sean up with its small brown eyes, and after a little hesitation, it jumped onto Sean's palm.

"Hello, are you a friend of Professor Scamander, or did you come here by yourself?" Sean teased it.

The Bowtruckle didn't seem to be afraid of life at all, it hugged Sean's finger with both hands, and swung on it.

"It likes you very much, Mr. Wallop." Newt came out with a thick picture album, with a smile on his face.

"I guess I've always been a fan of Fantastic Beasts, sir." Shawn smiled and brought his hands together to give the Bowtruckle more room to move.

"Bowtruckles don't easily approve of a wizard, especially when he doesn't have woodcracks in his hands." Newt nodded slightly in surprise, and then handed over the album.

"Look, is this it?"

Sean looked at the opened page and was immediately sure.

The picture above is what it looked like before the egg.

There is a line of small characters below the picture: Winged Demon.