Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office, followed McGonagall towards the tower. Behind him were two Aurors, but they were all silent and looked warily at the pointing students around them.

A little further back.

It was Rita Skeeter, a female reporter with exquisite stiff curly hair, and his photographer, although they knew that the interrogation of Ringo was the top priority.

But Skeeter still took the time to grab a few young wizards and question them.

for example:

"If Ringo Shelby were a murderer, would it have any impact on your daily life?"

"Are you afraid of being in the same school as a murderer?"

"How do you think he killed someone?"

"It is said that Shelby once beat Lucien Bol until his face was disfigured. Do you know how he was beaten? What spell was used?"

It's obvious both inside and outside the words.

She had already preconceived Ringo as a murderer, which made Hermione next to her almost so angry that she jumped out and cursed her - but was stopped by Sister Patil.

But no one stopped Penello.

But this wise prefect of the Eagle Academy did not say any bad words. She just, like Skeeter, had a shorthand quill beside her to record all the questions the other party had just asked, and at the same time, she blocked the other party's only way, and in the other party's way

As he walked past, he said calmly: "If Ringo is not a murderer, all the remarks you just made are enough to constitute slander. So, reporter Skeeter, are you willing to take responsibility for these words?"

"I'm just kidding." Skeeter saw what Penello had written down and immediately raised a fake smile.

"Mr. Aurors." Penello suddenly stopped the Auror in front of him, "This reporter Rita Skeeter just admitted that she is a murderer. She once murdered a driver, a farmer, and a wizard.

and seven minor children."

Wow!

The surrounding sounds immediately disappeared.

The walking Auror also stopped, and Scrimgeour asked the female reporter before she could explode: "Are you serious about what you said?"

"Not seriously." Penello apologized, "I'm sorry, I was joking. Everything is based on what this reporter just said. Of course, I still suggest you check her out..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Skeeter finally shouted, "You're slandering!"

Penello looked at her innocently: "What are you talking about? Weren't we kidding just now?"

"you……"

"Miss Crevat," McGonagall interrupted their argument, "You have to pay attention to the occasion when joking. If you are suspected of slander, I don't think these Auror gentlemen will spare the slanderer!"

"Yes." Penello nodded in agreement.

Under the gaze of everyone, Skeeter's face became even more ugly. He immediately put away his shorthand quill and parchment and followed him dejectedly.

It didn't take long.

A group of people came to the principal's office.

After a few brief greetings with Dumbledore, Scrimgeour walked in and saw the black-haired boy drinking milk inside.

Just one glance.

He was slightly stunned.

hiss……

A bit like……

It wasn't until his subordinate Kingsley pushed him that he came to his senses: "Ringo Shelby, we have been communicating through letters before. Today is the first time we meet, Rufus Scrimgeour."

"Hello, Mr. Scrimgeour."

Ringo immediately put down the milk and shook his hand with some restraint before looking at the Aurors and reporters with complicated eyes: "Are you here to interrogate me?"

"It's not an interrogation, it's just a routine question. You can continue to drink your milk and just have a normal chat." Although Scrimgeour was old-fashioned and serious, he didn't go so far as to target the child. He sat opposite Ringo.

, looked directly into Ringo's eyes, "We want to know, what did you do on January 4th, that is, yesterday?"

"Flying to school on a broomstick." Ringo seemed to be in no mood to drink milk, and looked very depressed when he heard this, "I really didn't kill anyone!"

"Where's the broom?"

"Where."

Following what Ringo pointed out, Auror Kingsley walked over and picked up the broom and inspected it: "Judging from the traces of use, it has been used frequently recently."

"Is there any other evidence?" Scrimgeour asked.

"Yes! I took a lot of photos with the camera off and on along the way." Ringo took out the camera from his backpack, "It's just a Muggle camera. To make me move inside, I need a developing potion."

"I can help with this." Skeeter spoke immediately, looking excitedly at Ringo's camera.

But Scrimgeour didn't believe her, and still asked Kingsley to hold the camera: "There should be a developing potion in the school. Ask Dumbledore for it."

"I'll go right away." Kingsley turned around and walked out.

Scrimgeour looked at Ringo again: "The camera time is not continuous, I still need to check your wand."

"Magic wand?" Ringo was shocked, his face obviously troubled, "What are you doing to check the wand?"

"Use the flashback spell to see what spells you have used recently." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes, "What? Don't you want to? This is the best opportunity to clear your grievances."

Skeeter next to him let out a few strange laughs.

The shorthand quill in front of her seemed to sense its owner's mood, and it flew up and down on the parchment happily. It didn't look like she was writing good words.

"I don't have a chance to refuse, right?" Ringo took out his wand with a hint of melancholy, "You go ahead and check it."

Scrimgeour took out his wand.

——"Flashback Curse"

next moment.

A faint green light emerged from Ringo's wand, forming a constantly changing picture, which showed the spells that had been used by this wand before.

Cleansing spell;

lighting spell;

levitating spell;

Warming spell...

It seems to be just a common spell.

But almost instantly, everyone's eyes widened, even Skeeter's shorthand quill was stunned on the spot.

Nothing else.

Just because it seems like there are only these few spells!

But the number of times each spell was cast was at least three digits—which meant that in just a few days, Ringo used these spells hundreds of times.

Of course, there are other things occasionally during this period.

Such as healing spells.

For example, the invulnerability spell of water and fire.

Such as the repair spell.

But how can a first-year wizard use so many spells? This is more than an ordinary wizard uses these spells in a month.

"What did you do? Use so many spells?" Even Scrimgeour's mouth twitched.

Ringo spread his hands: "Practice the spell."

"Are you practicing magic spells? Aren't you always on the road? Haha! It's really a lie, right?" Skeeter on the side seemed to have caught a loophole and suddenly became excited.

"I'm on the road, but can't I practice magic spells while on the road?" Ringo looked at the reporter with a strange expression, "Isn't this a basic operation?"

Basic operations?

Skeeter raised his eyebrows and was about to say a few more words.

But he was quickly stopped by the photographer: "Don't forget, he is a genius."

Her face stiffened.

And Ringo immediately said to the others who were still skeptical: "If you don't believe it, I can show you now. When riding, just hold the broom handle with one hand and make sure you don't fall off.

I can cast magic spells. Although it is difficult at first, once I get used to it, it will enhance my understanding of magic spells and my level of magic spells will improve very quickly."

"You're right." Scrimgeour, who had regained his composure, nodded in approval, "It seems that the reason why you are called a genius is not only your original talent, but also related to your hard work."

"Yes, a Muggle scientist I like once said: Genius is 1% talent and 99% perspiration. I deeply believe that." Ringo said, "Can I take back my wand?"

Scrimgeour has gone back a thousand times.

Basically it's all those magic spells.

He also felt that nothing could be found through the examination, so he simply nodded: "You can take it back and tell me about what you saw when you rode a broomstick to school?"

"Can……"

Ringo began to explain.

For example, flying to uninhabited places as much as possible to avoid the gaze of some carnivorous birds, going to a city to rest and play when you are hungry, and kindly giving some food to some beggars...

Very carefully.

Even after Kingsley came back with photos paired with developing potion.

Lin Ge also explained to them with photos.

Everything shows that he has nothing to do with the demise of the Boer family. This is perfect proof that no crime was committed.

Skeeter couldn't find the problem even if he wanted to scribble.

finally.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic can only leave temporarily.

He also said that he would follow Ringo's flight route and check again along the way - but the emotion of his words was not strong, and it seemed like just a routine matter.

Until I'm far away from Hogwarts.

Kingsley looked at Scrimgeour, who was still frowning: "Director, what's wrong with you? Are there any more doubts? I think Shelby's evidence is quite sufficient."

"It's quite satisfying."

"You still..."

"It's almost as if you knew you would be questioned in advance." Scrimgeour looked at his capable subordinate, "I also have to explain that the results of the investigation at the scene involved Muggle weapons, and on Christmas Day

On Christmas Day, I also received a gift from Mr. Shelby, do you know what it is?"

"You and him are still pen pals?" Kingsley blinked, "What did you receive?"

"A summary of the military strength of various countries in the Muggle world."

"Uh...what?"

"It contains some British military information. One of the bombs, called the Tall Bomb, is very similar to the debris at the explosion site..."

"Can a child get the country's bomb?" Kingsley found it a bit incredible.

"Other children may not be able to, but he..." Scrimgeour said calmly, "Don't forget his identity in the Muggle world, he is not an ordinary child... In short, you should be more careful when investigating his flight path -"

Cuckoo!

An owl flew over and the letter was intercepted by Kingsley: "It seems you are overthinking, Director."

"What?" Scrimgeour was stunned.

"The prisoner surrendered. He is a fugitive werewolf named Lemo..."