Chapter 77: Stay away from Dumbledore and start with Scamander
Newt wanted to take Nagini away from Albania.
But from a rational point of view, Rove does not think that taking Nagini away is a wise choice.
As a blood-cursed orc, Nagini eventually transformed from a witch into a python due to the blood curse inherited from her family's maternal line...and this process is irreversible.
She is no longer the same person she used to be.
Voldemort also had an extraordinary love for Nagini, and would even make a Horcrux into it in the future, which shows that this kind of affection is almost perverted... far beyond that of the so-called Death Eaters.
When Voldemort returns to Albania and discovers that his "little cutie" is missing, the first person to be suspected will only be Newt, after all, he has been in this forest for more than half a year!
But then again, if one day your friend turns into a beast and is seduced by bad guys, and you have the opportunity to take her away, will you just sit back and ignore it?
At least Newt doesn't.
Whether he will be targeted by Voldemort is not within the scope of Newt's consideration. Who has not fought against the Dark Lord... Don't think of the first generation Dark Lord as the devil!
Therefore, Rolf had no reason or position to stop Newt. He had to take advantage of Voldemort's presence at Hogwarts to help Newt steal the house as soon as possible and take away Tom's pet Nagini.
Isn't this a kind of NTR?
A black Romanian long-horned dragon flew over the forest like a dark cloud, and finally hovered over a bunker.
The most famous thing about Albania, apart from its poverty and backwardness, is probably the numerous bunkers scattered throughout the country.
As First Secretary Hoxha, who has led this country for nearly 40 years, he is a rare man who can offend both the East and the West at the same time in a third world country.
Hoxha, who vowed to be the enemy of the whole world, built more than 700,000 bunkers in every corner of the country in order to increase strategic depth.
Newt has been living in a bunker for the past six months.
The two got off the Romanian Longhorn and then went into the bunker to visit. Rolf even discovered the supplies from that mysterious country in the east to support Albania.
The boy quickly mentioned the things he encountered during the trip, especially the ghost Ms. Gray.
"Ms. Gray is actually Ravenclaw's daughter Helena Ravenclaw. Many ghosts and principal portraits in the castle know this, and Professor Dumbledore also knows." Newt whispered:
"So when she said 'mother's smell', she was referring to Ravenclaw. Do you have something Ravenclaw in you?"
"Could it be this?" Luo Fe thought for a moment and took out a book from the black suitcase. He opened the book and revealed the silverfish.
After thinking about it, the only thing in his body that might be related to Ravenclaw was this silverfish caught in the library.
The earliest books in the library are from Ravenclaw's private collection. This silverfish, which is more than 900 years old, happens to have an owner.
Newt took the silverfish with nine tails and stroked it gently with his old hands. He couldn't help but smile and said, "The one in the Hogwarts library? I saw it when I was a child."
"When I was catching the silverfish, I heard a witch's voice in my ear." Rove recalled: "But only I could hear it at the time, and no one else could."
"This is not uncommon. Maybe the magic left on the silverfish will be triggered after it is caught." Newt pondered, looked at the young man again, and said softly:
"Have you told anyone else about this?"
"Only Hermione, Shirley and Neville who went to the library with me at the time knew."
"Don't let any more wizards know about this. Silverfish are very rare and the price is high on the black market." The old man said slowly:
"This kind of silverfish that is more than 900 years old is extremely rare in the world, and only ancient magic schools like Hogwarts can breed it.
"Even Nico's private library only has one silverfish that's over 400 years old. I've seen it, and it's nowhere near as good as this one."
"Nicholas Flamel?"
The old man nodded gently, crossed the threshold, walked down the steps, and walked towards a living room that he had remodeled. He sat on a chair and said:
"As for whether it was left by Ravenclaw, I think you can ask Ms. Grey. She is the daughter of Ravenclaw. Since she is pestering you, she will definitely be willing to tell you."
Luofu nodded and sat down on the chair.
"By the way, your grandma came here with your sister Margery some time ago."
Luo Fu looked nervous and said, "You didn't mention me, did you?"
"Margery sent you a Christmas gift. She asked you to open it quickly." Newt took a package from the table and handed it to the boy.
"Don't open it, just leave it alone!" Luo Fu shook his head desperately. This crazy woman was trying to trick him every time she gave him a gift.
The year before last, he was given a big dung egg, which exploded as soon as he opened it; the year before that, it was a Playboy, and he was asked to open it in front of everyone, almost causing social death; last year, it was a dress that he wanted to change into
Go up...Rolf wouldn't be surprised if this crazy woman delivered a corpse one day.
"Your grandma left you a letter." Newt took out a letter from his arms.
After Luo Fu opened it, he looked at it carefully.
"What did Tina say?" Newt asked curiously.
"She was disappointed that I didn't go to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"As expected." Newt smiled. "But I'm very happy. Tina doesn't know how good Professor Dumbledore is. He can teach you a lot."
"One more thing, about you." Luofu raised his eyebrows.
"Grandma told me to be careful of Professor Dumbledore's sweet words and not to be deceived by him like you."
"..."
"Rolph, I think Tina may have always been prejudiced against Albus, right?" Newt defended in a low voice.
"But I think grandma is right." Luo Fe grinned and said:
"This Christmas, if it weren't for Professor Dumbledore, you would definitely be staying with grandma instead of in this bunker deep in the forest."
All I can say is... stay away from Dumbledore-style fraud and start with Scamander.
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Hogsmeade,
Pig's Head Bar.
In the room on the second floor, Dumbledore stood in front of a portrait and couldn't help sneezing several times.
The girl in the portrait smiled playfully at the old man.
"Ariana said before that sneezing means someone is speaking ill of that person behind their back." Dumbledore looked at the portrait and said in a soft voice:
"She often sneezes on purpose, and then says I'm talking bad about her behind her back and won't let me read..."
Aberforth was cooking, and when he heard his brother chattering like a bitch, he felt a little upset and said politely:
"If you sneeze when you are scolded, then you must be sneezing all the time. The number of people scolding you can probably be traced from Hogwarts to Albania... I also scold you often."
The last words were whispered, but Albus Dumbledore heard them.
"Sorry, Aberforth, I just wanted to say that Ariana liked me the most, but I was a bit late to the point."
"She likes me the most, not you!" Aberforth slashed the kitchen knife on the table and said angrily: "And why are you talking so much nonsense today? Are you usually like this at school?
How could Minerva tolerate you with such a bad temper, without secretly casting a curse on you to shut you up?"
Before the old man could speak, Aberforth added, "Don't mind, I'm a straight talker."
Dumbledore was really silent this time.
Aberforth seemed to think it was a bit too much, so he decided to treat his brother well as a Christmas gift.
He poured the vinegar he bought from the little Hufflepuff wizard into the pot, scooped up the thick, dark stew with a spoon, and placed it in a bowl.
Aberforth put the greasy bowl on the table and said rudely: "Eat quickly, there is not enough."
"Come for dinner, Fawkes?" Aberforth gently prepared another piece of food for Fawkes.
The color and smell of Fawkes' food were closer to normal meals, while the food in Dumbledore's bowl was more like the mud under the Black Lake.
But Albus Dumbledore chewed his food slowly and with relish, as if it were a rare delicacy.
"By the way, there's something I have to tell you." Aberforth said suddenly.
"Hagrid, your idiot administrator, drank in my bar last night, got drunk by a strange wizard, and then played Gwent with him..."
"Oh?" Professor Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said, "Hagrid lost miserably?"
"No." Aberforth sneered: "Drunken Hagrid won and took away a dragon egg."
"I understand." The old man was very calm. He looked out the window, the breeze was blowing on his face, and his white beard was flowing.
Tom, you're still as fond of playing silly little tricks as ever.