"Ding, ding, ding." Before the dinner started, Dumbledore knocked on the goblet in front of him three times, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided.
"Before you enjoy the delicious food, I want to announce something." Dumbledore stood up. "Our Professor Kettleburn has encountered some misfortunes and is still recuperating. However, fortunately, I
I convinced the author of your textbook to teach instead."
"Welcome, Professor Newt Scamander."
There was warm applause in the auditorium, and Sean could hear Hermione whispering in surprise: "He is the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them! He almost single-handedly established the Werewolf Registry of the Ministry of Magic.
The order "Feeding for Experimental Purposes" was also initiated by him. He even received the Order of Merlin Level 2. He is going to teach us?!"
Sean's applause was enthusiastic. He turned his head and added with a smile: "Professor Scamander also appeared in the chocolate frog cartoon."
"That's not the point!" Hermione's voice was full of resentment. "Care of Magical Creatures is an elective course that cannot be taken until the third year. I can't even go to 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 keep teaching.
Amidst the warm applause, Newt stood up. He seemed to be uncomfortable with this atmosphere and just showed a shy smile.
"Thank you, thank you all." Newt greeted, and then sat down quickly.
Sean took a second look curiously. Just like the legend, this Newt Scamander was obsessed with the protection and research of magical animals and was not very good at socializing.
After the dinner started, Dumbledore smiled and pulled over a plate: "Have a try. You have been away from Hogwarts for so many years. I wonder if the dishes in the kitchen are still to your taste."
Although Newt has gray hair, he is still full of energy. He hunched his back and spoke very quickly: "Thank you, Dumbledore, I am exhausted from the journey from Dorset to here. I really need to add something."
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"Oh, Newt, it's not the journey that makes you exhausted, but your suitcase." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Oh, I no longer have the energy I had when I was young, and there are only a few little ones 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 quickly said goodbye to Hermione 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 all white, his steps were fast and dense. Sean jogged before catching up with him at the corner of the third floor.
"Professor Scamander." Sean called him politely.
"Oh, hello, but it's not class time yet." Newt glanced at him, nodded, and prepared to continue upstairs.
"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you, but there is a question that has been bothering me for a long time. I have seen a magical animal's egg, and I am very curious about what is inside it. It has a green pattern, with dense blood lines on the edge of the pattern, and it also glows bright red.
"How big is the light?" Sean gestured to his head, "It's about the same size as my head."
Sean was worried that something might happen if his egg was dragged down, so he could only seize the time to disturb Professor Scamander who had just finished his journey.
Newt is a wizard who likes to get along with magical animals far more than with humans. Only by asking his questions quickly can he attract his attention. Otherwise, Sean suspected that he would leave in a hurry after just a few perfunctory words.
Sure enough, Newt's steps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head, his eyes shining brightly.
"Are you sure the egg you saw looks like this?"
"I'm sure." Sean nodded seriously.
Newt leaned against the stone wall and knocked on the wall unconsciously with his hands.
"Strange, it sounds like...but where did the blood line and red light come from...the variant is still a new species..."
Sean didn't disturb him, just stood beside him with a smile.
It took a while for Newt to wake up.
He looked at his watch: "Oh... I'm sorry, can you come to my office with me? I have a small album, you can identify it... Oh, I'm sorry, your name is?"
"Shaun Wallop, 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 his sharp eyes, he immediately saw the leather box on the desk.
The corners of the suitcase are a little worn, and the brass turntable in the middle is also a lot worn.
“Bang bang——” The suitcase jumped twice on its own, and a dull sound came from inside.
"Don't worry." Newt took off his coat and held the box with one hand.
"You can find a place to sit, and I'll find it for you." After saying that, Newt carried the box and walked into a small room next to the wall.
It looks like he’s not familiar with it yet, so you can’t take me to see it.
Sean sighed regretfully and turned to look at the room.
It looks ordinary. It's not accurate to call it an office. It should be said to be a small bedroom, because there are no other facilities except a table, chairs, and bed. There is only a wooden door behind the door.
I don't know what the shelf is used for.
Suddenly, Sean felt his trouser leg being pulled.
He lowered his head and saw that a green branch with buds was pulling Sean's trouser leg with its little hands. It was the Bowtruckle.
"Hey, little guy." Sean reached out his hand to the ground.
Bowtruckle looked at Sean with its small brown eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, it jumped onto Sean's palm.
"Hello, are you a friend of Professor Scamander, or did you come here on your own?" Sean teased it.
The Bowtruckle didn't seem afraid of anything at all. It hugged Sean's finger with both hands and started swinging on it.
"It likes you very much, Mr. Wallop." Newt came out holding a thick album with a smile on his face.
"I think I've always been quite popular with magical animals, sir." Sean smiled and brought his hands together to give the Bowtruckle more room to move.
"The Bowtruckle will not easily approve of a wizard, especially when he doesn't have a novice." Newt nodded slightly in surprise, and then handed over the album.
"Look, is this it?"
Sean looked at the page he had opened and was sure of it immediately.
The picture above is what I looked like before the egg.
There is a line of small words below the picture: Curling-winged Demon.