Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

"Help, come quickly, help..."

"Mommy mommy……"

"Be careful, there is someone inside, call the police!"

"Don't come close, there's a fire inside!"

"ah……"

Looking at the car accident scene where blood and debris gathered in front of him, Ringo couldn't help but frown. He originally planned to try to practice the flying spell and the apparation spell together - in order to prevent being followed by traces, although from Sher

Bee Manor apparated to London, but there is also one of his properties here, so it will not be tracked.

But he didn't expect that there would be a car accident in front of his house.

"Do you want to go directly?"

Ringo murmured, and his eyes fell between the cars. The cars in the middle were severely deformed. One of them was on fire. Several drivers could be seen dead, and there were children crying inside.

There are always people around who come to help.

but……

There are too few people.

Even the people who came to save the cars outside had a hard time, let alone the cars inside - especially if they were on fire, which might cause an explosion.

"Forget it, I'd better move my hands, there happens to be... a camera."

Ringo doesn't mind helping others within his ability.

Not to mention.

He originally hoped that magic could be discovered by the Muggle public, and the behavior in front of him met his needs.

This is the thought.

Ringo quickly cast the enlargement spell and transformation spell on himself, and flew out directly...

On the other side, the scene of the car accident.

The crowd kept shouting and rushed to save people, but there were still too few people with professional rescue capabilities. Some people did not dare to touch them, so they had to help call the fire department.

In the middle car.

A middle-aged woman covered in blood held a child in her arms and wailed: "Come here, come here, save him, please, save him, he is still so young, there is a fire here, and it is about to explode..."

…”

pity.

Although she begged hard.

But it's true as it says.

The car she was in was already on fire, constantly leaking gasoline, and was in the middle of the car accident. Even if people outside could climb in, they would have to waste time, not to mention that her place was really going to explode.

Seeing this scene, many people showed unbearable expressions.

There is no way around it.

There is a high probability that the mother and son will not be saved.

Seeing that no one was coming, the middle-aged woman became more and more desperate. Her screams became smaller and smaller, and her face was full of despair: "Save him, save my Robert... God, please, save--"

The words have not yet been spoken.

The ignorant child in her arms pointed to the sky: "Mom, look, Superman!"

The woman was stunned for a moment, thinking that the child was unconscious, and hugged her son more sadly: "My poor little Robert..."

"Mom, no!" The child struggled and tried to put his head towards the car window, "There really is a Superman..."

This time, it seemed to be in response to the child's words.

There was a burst of exclamations from around:

"Look, what is that?"

"My God, there is someone flying in the sky. Who is he?"

"Does the fire station have new equipment?"

"His clothes look a bit familiar. I seem to have seen them somewhere..."

"It's Superman!"

"There is Superman flying in the sky!"

"Isn't this a comic? How is it possible..."

After hearing this, the middle-aged woman endured the sleepiness caused by the heavy bleeding, raised her head, and looked at the sky in the direction pointed by her son.

Then.

She saw a black-haired man wearing tights, a red robe, and a mask suspended in the air, so elegant and mighty.

He also held a baton in his hand.

Like a conductor.

Waving gently.

And as the black-haired man waved his baton, the vehicles that had been crowded together suddenly flew up, escaped from the collision area, and landed on a safe roadside.

boom!

boom……

One after another.

In the blink of an eye, the black-haired man made eye contact with the middle-aged woman. As if he saw the woman's despair, he said softly: "Don't be afraid, I have everything."

Say it.

He picked up the wooden stick in his hand.

Hiss——

The hood of the vehicle in which the middle-aged woman was sitting was immediately lifted, and then flew down. He hugged the middle-aged woman and the child and flew up into the sky, then fell to the side of the road again, and was handed over to a group of passers-by who came to rescue them.

"Sir, may I ask who you are..." the passerby asked in surprise.

pity.

The man just waved his hand, rose into the sky again, and quickly disappeared...

the whole process.

The black-haired man only said that sentence.

But fortunately, someone took pictures. Not only that, but the roadside surveillance also faithfully recorded the entire process from his appearance to his departure...

…

Snapped!

Ringo's figure appeared on the gentle slope before.

The basilisk is still waiting here.

But the moment he appeared, the basilisk made a gesture of attacking. Fortunately, the basilisk smelled the smell soon and hissed: "Ringo?"

"it's me."

After casting several spells on himself with the wand, Ringo finally changed from the man in tights back to his original appearance.

Then he turned to look at the basilisk: "Now let's learn the second knowledge?"

"what do you want to learn?"

"Concealed magic is magic that can eliminate or conceal magic fluctuations and avoid traces." Ringo thought for a moment and said, "There should be one, right?"

"Yes." The basilisk was stunned for a moment, and its yellow-orange snake eyes looked at Ringo strangely.

See this.

Ringo curled his lips: "My 'father' also learned it?"

"Yes." The basilisk had nothing to hide.

"All right."

Ringo wasn't too surprised.

——This also solved a mystery for him: why Voldemort was still Tom Riddle, even when he was still a student, killing people and using memory magic outside the school without being discovered by traces.

If the memory magic was used, it was at Gaunt's old house.

The old Gunter mansion is a pure-blood family mansion.

can be avoided.

But when killing people - but in his father Riddle's mansion, the Riddle family is a Muggle family, and using the Death Curse there can theoretically target him accurately - because there are no minors in Gaunt's old house.

The wizard can help him put the blame on him.

"Just tell me, I'll start practicing now." Ringo said.

The basilisk naturally began to tell.

Fortunately...

This is not a high-level magic spell, but a medium-level magic spell. And with the previous experience provided by the Basilisk, Ringo only took half an hour to master it.

So he apparated to London again to eliminate traces.

period……

He took a rough look.

The memories of the Muggles living here have not yet been erased, so it is still too late - of course, in theory, it does not matter if they are not erased. By the time the Ministry of Magic comes over, the traces here will basically be difficult to trace.

"Be careful with your ship!"

After sighing with emotion.

Ringo returned to Shelby Manor, but it was almost evening, and he asked the Basilisk for his third piece of knowledge: "Is there a spell that can turn someone into someone else, similar to the effect of Polyjuice Potion?"

"have……"

…

Meanwhile, Scotland Yard.

meeting room.

A group of high-ranking Muggle police officers watched the video of the car accident scene dumbfounded, surprised by the man in tights flying in the air, waving his baton and flipping the vehicle off at the same time.

"How is this possible?" An inspector frowned, "Are you sure it's not a fake video?"

"Or maybe it's a clip from a movie?"

"How can a person fly?"

Others looked at each other in confusion. After a while, a person with a lower rank said: "It can't be a fraud. We asked the witnesses who participated in the rescue at the scene of the car accident. No less than thirty people said they saw this person. One of them, a mother and a son, was also beaten by others.

Rescue yourself...here, right here."

in the screen.

The man in tight clothes flew down, lifted the hood of the car, carried the injured woman and child to the roadside, and then flew into the sky again.

"Is this... a super power? Look at him wearing a tight suit, just like Superman in a superhero..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can there be super powers in this world..."

"It's impossible to tell. As far as I know, more than one country has conducted research on superpowers." A fat man suddenly said, "Could this be a superpower secretly developed by the military?"

"Let's get in touch?"

"good."

"But if it's a superpower, do you need to block the news?"

"It's a bit late. I guess some evening newspapers have already published it...forget it, let's do our best."

…

Hospital.

A middle-aged woman is receiving a blood transfusion.

She was rescued in time. Although she lost a lot of blood, she had been treated and her life was not in danger. She was just drowsy and wanted to sleep.

next to her.

It was the husband who came in a hurry and his uninjured son.

But the son kept saying: "Dad, I really saw Superman. It was Superman flying over, bang bang bang, making the car fly up, and carrying my mother and me to the side of the road..."

"Yes, yes, that's great."

"Humph, Dad, you obviously don't believe me." Robert was very angry, "If you don't believe me, ask your mother, is it really Superman..."

"Shh, don't make trouble, don't disturb mom's sleep."

"But he is really Superman..."

"Robert! Dad is very irritable, can you stop making noise first-"

Wow!

The sound of paper being turned was heard.

next moment.

The person in the next bed suddenly said: "Sir, your son may not have lied."

"What?" The man raised his head, "Are you talking to me?"

"What else? It seems that your wife is the only one in this ward who was rescued from this car accident. Well, the newspaper has been released for this, you can take a look."

The man took the newspaper suspiciously.

It was indeed today's neighborhood evening newspaper, and the headline was that my wife had an accident in a car accident.

No!

The car accident is not the protagonist!

The man's eyes twitched and he stared at the headline: "Superman is here! Superpower saves car accident"

"How can this be?"

The man looked at the pictures and records below with a sense of absurdity.

He couldn't believe it.

but……

The accompanying pictures, especially the very clear photos and video screenshots, as well as his son's constant words beside him, all told him that it seemed that Superman really saved his wife.

"In this world..." he murmured, "is there really a Superman?"

"It's true!" Robert vowed.

At this time, his wife also became more awake. She smiled and said, "Yes, dear, there really is a Superman..."

…

Fleet Street.

This is a famous street in London, England, named after the adjacent Fleet River. Until the 1980s, Fleet Street was the traditional headquarters of British media, so it was called the home of British newspapers.

at this time.

The newspapers here are busy.

Almost at the same time.

They received the news that was enough to make the headlines tonight - oh boy! A superhero who can fly in a tight suit really appeared and saved a large car accident.

Although I don't know exactly what it is.

But there are photos, videos and numerous witnesses, enough for them to publish it in the newspaper.

However--

Just when every newspaper office is in full swing.

Several groups of police arrived.

Breaking in door to door: "This news is temporarily blocked... what? Published? Haha, it's your fault that we're on guard against. Otherwise, we'd have made it clear to you on the phone, so we wouldn't have needed to come in person?"

"No matter what, this news cannot be published, and what has been published must be reprinted."

"You don't want to be caught for leaking state secrets..."

Obviously.

The police deal with the newspaper more than once. They know what this group of capitalists is like, so they directly send people to supervise them personally.

certainly.

Some newspapers were not convinced, and the editor-in-chief retorted on the spot: "The neighborhood newspaper has been sold, why can't we publish it? Since it has been announced..."

"That neighborhood newspaper will be warned." The policeman sneered. "Tomorrow night at the latest, some unscrupulous media will be reprimanded on TV for reporting indiscriminately for the sake of traffic. What, you also want to become an unscrupulous media?"

"I……"

The editor-in-chief looked ugly, but he still wanted to refute, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his eyes suddenly glanced at a man who appeared out of thin air in the open space aside, and he suddenly screamed in fright: "Who are you?"

Swish, brush, brush!

Several eyes looked over.

Whether it was newspaper editors or police officers, they all looked at the man in a suit and tie who appeared out of thin air in surprise, especially...

The man also held a small wooden stick in his hand.

"That, that thing that Superman is holding in his hand!" Someone with sharp eyes immediately exclaimed.

The words just fell.

The man in the suit smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's exactly that thing. Are you curious? Unfortunately, I don't have time to explain it to you. I'm still busy getting off work - "I forgot everything."

Snapped!

Accompanied by a low sound, as if a gunshot with a silencer sounded.

The entire newspaper office returned to calm.

Newspaper editors and police officers stood still.

"Do you understand? You are not allowed to do that again, understand?" the policeman scolded.

"I know, I know." The editor nodded.

"snort!"

The policeman waved his hand and led his men away, but as soon as he left the newspaper office, he carefully asked the deputy next to him: "What are they not allowed to do?"

"Uh..." the deputy was stunned in embarrassment, "They know it themselves."

"Yes, they must know."

the other side.

The newspaper editors looked at each other and finally asked the editor-in-chief: "Sir, what do they not allow us to do?"

"Who knows!" The editor-in-chief cursed and returned to the office, "These bastards have been looking for trouble all day long, who knows what they said, okay, time is running out, hurry up and publish today's newspaper..."

In his hands.

On the newspaper sample, the headline is "Severe car accident: nearby residents bravely rescued people from danger"...

…

Shelby Manor.

Ringo was enjoying dinner when suddenly there were two bangs outside.

next moment.

Jack appeared at the door: "Sir, Miss, Ms. Mafalda and Mr. Kingsley are here to visit."

"Invite them in."

"yes."

Mafalda, an agent of the Abuse of Magic Office who had been here no less than ten times half a month ago, and Auror Kingsley walked in speechlessly.

Didn't sit down.

Just looking at Ringo at the door: "Shelby, what did you do this afternoon?"

"I haven't done anything, I've been at home."

"Can we check your wand?"

"Uh...ok."

Ringo handed over his acacia wood wand: "Don't you need to go to the Ministry of Magic for inspection?"

"No, no need..." The corners of Mafalda's mouth twitched. Who the hell dares to ask you to go to the Ministry of Magic now? Let you make trouble with the Ministry of Magic again? Fudge has clearly told us not to trouble you unless necessary...

Kingsley next to him also glanced at Ringo speechlessly.

Cast the flashback spell directly on them in public.

Immediately, a fluorescent light appeared, showing that the last time Ringo used magic was the day before yesterday, and it was also a cleaning spell.

"Okay, the matter is over, don't worry, it has nothing to do with you." Kingsley returned the wand, then looked at Mafalda and said goodbye to Ringo.

Ringo could only watch the two people apparate away with a blank look on his face.

Only then did he put away his confusion.

He looked at the wand with a smile on his lips: "It seems that Traces can indeed be avoided. In this case, it's time to go to Gaunt's house to find the resurrection stone ring..."

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