I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

The first meeting of the Dueling Club came to an anticlimactic end. In the second half, the wizards of the two schools practiced separately, and the Nurmengards who were trying to provoke were all suffocated.

Originally, I wanted to teach this group of guys who don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth a lesson, but Sean's bird and snake are really too deterrent, and magical animals with a xxxx rating still need to be weighed carefully.

Moreover, Sean's strange spell impressed them too deeply. After the silent acupuncture spell and the bird and snake came out of the hole, who knows what else this guy who is full of bad things and likes to pretend to be innocent will do?

When the party was over, Sean left the auditorium and took a look inside. Riddle and Snape seemed to say a few words, and then they left quickly.

interesting……

On the way back to the dormitory, Sean made an excuse and changed his way.

After walking through a stone corridor, he saw Newt waiting at the top of the stairs.

"Professor Scamander." Sean smiled and walked up quickly.

Newt was still hunched over as before, and he smiled slightly: "Good job, Sean."

"With your help, Professor."

Newt shook his head, he stretched out his hand to take the reluctant Pickett back, and said softly, "Sean, your abilities are even better than mine."

Sean was a little embarrassed, but Newt continued to say seriously: "Sean, you know that wizards have all kinds of talents, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Sean nodded, but he was a little confused, what kind of talent is Professor Scamander referring to?

Does it mean that he is better at learning a certain kind of magic, or a specific bloodline?

Such as Parseltongue, Disguise Mags, etc.

Newt explained: "Generally speaking, as long as the wizard is diligent enough, he can learn most of the magical abilities, but there are some abilities that you can't learn no matter how hard you work."

He showed a smile: "My mother raised hippogriffs. Under her influence, I have been very interested in magical animals since I was a child. This is not only from the influence of the family, but also from the fascinating nature of magical animals." Here, my little talent helped a little."

Sean's expression became comfortable and happy to see Newt.

"I can communicate with these little guys," he showed a very happy smile, "this is probably the best gift God has given me."

"Communication?" Sean became curious. Of course he knew that Newt could have a good relationship with many magical animals, but the communication in the other party's mouth seemed to be different from what he imagined.

Newt nodded, and he raised Pickett to face Sean: "It said that your taste today is not as good as when we met last time."

Sean looked at Pickett. He could play happily with Pickett, but it was difficult to fully understand the meaning of the other party.

"Because you didn't have a woodcutter with you this time." Newt winked at him.

Sean's eyes widened: "Professor, can you understand magical animals?"

"Yes, but I don't fully understand." Newt spread his hands helplessly, and Pickett dangled on his fingers. "The thinking of magical animals and the ability to understand us wizards determine that I have nothing to do with them." A way to have a pleasant chat with you."

"Of course, for me, that's enough." Newt's face was old, but his eyes were still shining.

"Cool." Sean exclaimed.

Newt looked at Sean gently: "Sean, this is an innate gift, and yours is better than mine. I hope you can make good use of this talent and treat magical animals as your friends ,is it okay?"

"I'm doing it, Professor." Sean laughed.

"It seems to be doing well," Newt also smiled, "During the rest day,

Come to me anytime. "

"I will, Professor."

It wasn't until the two said goodbye that Sean remembered that the bird snake Najia was still on his side.

"Professor, your bird snake."

Newt waved his hand: "Please take care of me for a while first, Merlin's beard, I have to look for it for a long time every day to feed it."

"But the school shouldn't allow students to keep birds and snakes, right?" Sean was moved immediately, but he still said with a embarrassed face.

"Birds and snakes have a docile personality, and they can shrink their bodies at will. Moreover, Nadja has already listened to you more." Newt scratched his hair helplessly, and then smiled meaningfully at Sean, "And, you It's also very experienced, isn't it?"

"Experience, it's okay..." Sean laughed dryly. Sure enough, Newt had already discovered that he secretly raised the Winged Demon.

"Many times, Fantastic Beasts are more reliable than most people. Remember your experience, Sean, and see you next time." After leaving these words, Newt walked up the stairs and left here.

More reliable than humans... Sean smacked his lips. Indeed, the pure-minded magical animal will almost never betray you in the future. If you treat it well, it will treat you well.

Simple principles may not necessarily apply to humans, which is one of the reasons why Sean likes dealing with magical animals.

He put the small teapot containing the bird snake Najia into the inner bag, and after telling Dave not to bully it, he returned to the dormitory with a smile on his face.

However, in addition to the sheep brain order, he had to buy some insects and mice.

The next day, after placing an order in Diagon Alley through an owl, Sean hurried to the basement level of the castle's main building.

Today, he also had a detention from Snape.

Sean turned around on the basement floor, and found Snape's office easily. Behind the crescent-shaped door opening, there was a wooden door printed with a serpentine pattern, and there was a buckle in the middle that could be pulled open from inside. .

Sean knocked on the door, and after a while, the buckle was quickly opened and closed, and the wooden door was pushed open.

Snape stood in the doorway with a gloomy face.

"Come in." He said coldly.

Sean walked in obediently, and before he had time to look around the room, Snape turned around abruptly.

With a wave of his wand, the wooden door behind him automatically closed.

"Wallup—sir," Snape gave him a disgusted look, "you can't even close the door?"

"Sorry, Professor." Sean had a toothache, facing Snape one-on-one, he was under a lot of mental pressure...

Especially after he set off that firework.

Snape's office was just like himself, dark and gloomy, with nothing bright to see. There were many huge glass jars on the shelves against the wall, and various disgusting specimens floated back and forth in them.

Snape went behind the desk. He didn't sit down, but just looked at Sean coldly.

"Professor, what do I need to do?" Sean asked.

"Wallep," said Snape at last, leaning forward slightly with disgust in his voice, "do you think you'd be proud to challenge the Dark Lord?"