Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

"Who?" Mr. and Mrs. Flint said in unison.

"Ringo Shelby."

"Ringo Shelby?"

Flint frowned, as if thinking about who this name was.

But the woman on the side quickly said: "That transfiguration genius who may be a descendant of the mysterious man?"

"What descendant of a mysterious man!" Selwyn snorted disdainfully, "He's just a Mudblood! The rest are all made up by the Quibbler!"

I heard what my wife said.

Flint seemed to finally remember who this was, and he immediately became angry again, but he still suppressed it and looked at Selwyn: "You came here just to tell me who did it?"

"Of course not." Selwyn smiled, "I'm here to seek cooperation."

"cooperate?"

"Yes, cooperation."

"If you have anything to say, just tell me honestly. If you try to cheat me again, believe it or not, I will beat you up directly?" Flint's eyes flashed with danger.

Selwyn's smile trembled: "It's just some cooperation in business, um, potions... I only found out from the newspaper that the Flint family is also involved in the potions industry, so I thought we could form a company.

…”

He didn't dare to hide it anymore.

Also come prepared.

While talking, he also took out some documents for Mr. and Mrs. Flint to read.

"How about it? Are you interested? In addition to your family, there are also the Carrow family, the Rozier family, the Rohr family, and the Yaxley family who are ready to participate. Oh, and there is also a Slughorn, but I can't

I won't reveal his name, but I know he is very close to Dean Horace..." Selwyn showed his advantage and looked towards the future, "You have also seen that each family has its own magic potion.

In the past, it was only for personal use or for small-scale dissemination, but if it is integrated..."

"It's a good idea." Flint nodded with satisfaction, "But I can't agree to it today."

"Of course, you have to think about it carefully." Selwyn said in a reasonable manner.

——Especially when he doesn't count on the troll family's brains.

"These things will stay with me, and I will consider them carefully." Flint pointed at the document, then looked at Selwyn again, "As for now, it's time for you to leave."

"Won't you treat me to dinner?" Selwyn smiled.

Flint pointed to the coffee table: "I'm still angry, Cook Selwyn, if you don't mind being smashed by me, then stay and eat."

"I was joking, haha, go ahead Mr. Flint."

Selwyn winced.

Get up and leave.

However--

After he left, Flint did not continue to be angry as he said, but sat quietly on the sofa.

His wife sent Selwyn away and returned.

Looking at her husband worriedly: "Really want to cooperate with the Selwyn family? Charles, their cooperation may not stop there. As far as I know, the so-called Ringo Shelby is suspected of murdering the Bol family is probably true. Among them

The dead Mortina Bol's real name was Mortina Selwyn, and there was an extra person, who seemed to be Ruka of the Selwyn family... It was said to be a potion cooperation, and I'm afraid we will be asked to join forces to deal with that boy in the future.

.”

"He bullies Marcus like this, so it's normal to deal with him." Flint snorted, "I still have to deal with this boy even without Selwyn. Wouldn't it be better now that I have helpers?"

"But Selwyn..."

"I know." Flint looked at his wife, "Although I am ridiculed as a descendant of trolls, I am not stupid. Selwyn, Rozier, Roll, Carlo, and Yaxley are all descendants of trolls.

I am a Death Eater family, so don’t worry, I won’t interact too much with them.”

"Then we reject this cooperation?" The woman's eyes lit up.

"Why refuse?"

Flint, who has bad teeth and a burly body and is nicknamed the descendant of trolls, held the document with a gleam in his eyes: "We want revenge on the boy, and we want to make money, but in other respects... Haha, just pretend to be stupid,

After all, we are a troll family..."

"……good."

"Also, write a letter asking Marcus to come back! What a shame! Let him wait until the storm has passed before going to school..."

…

Ringo doesn't know what happened to the Flint family.

But he could probably guess it.

I have offended another pure-blood family.

But it doesn't matter, according to his plan, he will have to move sooner or later against this group of pure-blood families who are corrupt and occupy the fixed interests of the British wizarding world, so he doesn't take it seriously.

What really matters to him.

At least it has to be at the level of "Voldemort".

Um……

That's Riddle's diary.

At this moment.

He was in Slytherin's dormitory and did not go to Shelby Manor through the disappearing cabinet because he planned to contact Riddle again.

Safety and security.

It's better to be more reliable at Hogwarts.

"It's time for you to go to sleep." After washing, Ringo looked at the three Malfoys who had put on their pajamas and were lying on the bed. Without waiting for them to get their wands, he took the initiative and said, "I'll do it this time. You guys lie down."

Say it.

Three stun spells hit three people.

At his level, even with a little resistance, the three of them would still fall into coma quickly.

Then.

Ringo set a confusion spell around the bed, and then got into the storage ring - first feeding the baby dragon a bucket of chicken blood brandy, and then moved to the villa area.

Take out the diary from a secretly sealed box.

Open.

The quill is stained with ink.

After hesitating for a moment, he wrote: "Are you there? Mr. Riddle."

The ink stain disappears.

It took a while before the handwriting reappeared: "I'm here. It took you a long time to contact me this time. Did something happen?"

There was a trace of hesitation on Ringo's face.

A touch of worry.

Wrote: "Yes, Mr. Riddle, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. It's really because I have received a lot of attention recently. Although the Occlumency you taught me made Dumbledore unable to see through my thoughts, but

He still kept paying attention to me, and not only him, but also other students... Well, I don't understand, I just said a few words to the snake in the duel class, and they regarded me as the heir of Slytherin.

It’s said that this is a snake talk, and only the heirs of Slytherin in the whole UK have this talent..."

brush!

The ink stain disappears.

But this time, almost instantly, Riddle replied: "She Laoqiang? Do you know She Laoqiang?"

"I don't know..." Ringo wrote, "I don't know that I have a snake accent. I usually can't speak it at all, but facing a venomous snake, I thought I was speaking normally, but they said I had a low pronunciation.

It's like human speech, like a snake talking..."

"Yes, this is the performance of snake-laoqiang!" Riddle seemed very excited, "Don't listen to their nonsense, Ringo, snake-laoqiang is the talent of a good wizard! They are just jealous of you!"

"The talent of an excellent wizard?" Ringo was confused at first, but then the hand holding the pen became slightly excited, so that the new handwriting became crooked, "Mr. Del, you, can you also speak like a snake?"

"certainly!"

A big word appeared in the diary.

soon.

Riddle then wrote: "Ringo, the Snake Mantra can only be passed down through blood. Although I still can't clarify the relationship between you and me, at least one thing is certain. You and I are definitely related by blood. You are definitely not a Mudblood.

But as a noble pureblood, you will definitely fulfill the same responsibilities as me."

"Responsibility?" Ringo became even more confused, "What responsibility?"

"Of course it is the responsibility of the Slytherin heir. Why, your classmates are jealous of you. Didn't they tell you why they are jealous of you?"

"They say that Slytherin rejects Muggle-borns. Before leaving Hogwarts, he left a secret room. Only the heirs of Slytherin can open this secret room. Once the secret room is opened, all Muggle-borns will

Everyone will die." Ringo wrote, "But this is just a legend, no one has ever seen the secret room being opened..."

Don't wait for him to finish writing.

Riddle couldn't wait to absorb his ink, and then wrote again: "I opened it."

"Have you ever opened it?" Ringo's face was shocked. "Is there really a secret room? But, if you had opened it, were Muggle-borns really killed?"

"certainly."

"Then will I be killed too?"

"Why were you killed? Ringo, you are a noble pureblood, you are the descendant of Slytherin, and you are related to me by blood. You cannot be a Muggle-born." Riddle comforted, "Is it possible?

Do you still have sympathy for those Muggle-borns? Do you think they don't deserve to die?"

Ringo hesitated: "After all, I was considered a Muggle-born before..."

"Did they help you?"

"Well……"

"No, right? After you, who was identified as a Muggle-born person, entered Slytherin, you were ostracized and despised, and no one of them extended a helping hand; when you were an orphan and fell into disrepair,

When you go to the orphanage, those miserable Muggles will only bully you and reject you; even after you show your magical talent, they will look at you as if you are a devil... Ringo, if I am not wrong, you should

It’s time to take a good look at your position.”

Ringo looked at Riddle's text.

Breathing becomes more rapid.

The expression on the face changes, either hesitant, worried, or afraid...

But in the end he seemed to be persuaded.

The quill fell again: "Is the purpose of opening the Chamber of Secrets to hunt Muggle-borns? If there are no other benefits, why do we keep executing it?"

This is a question.

But this question made Riddle very happy: "Hunting Muggle-borns is only one aspect. It is the price we pay for knowledge and loyalty. I think you will definitely be interested, because it contains Slytherin and his descendants.

The knowledge of black magic accumulated by the heir... This is a treasure that, if released, will make the entire magical world go crazy."

"Slytherin's... black magic knowledge?" Ringo's face showed yearning.

"Yes, do you want it?"

"I, I think..." Ringo pondered for a moment, "But if you, Mr. Riddle, had gone in before, would you have pulled me into your memory so that I could see that knowledge? Without risking it again

Open the secret room?"

Hear this.

The originally active diary became silent...