Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

The man dragging Nott was Marcus Flint, the current Quidditch captain of Slytherin House, and the oldest pure-blood descendant in the lounge at this time. Although he was recognized as not very smart, he was undoubtedly

He is considered a man of the hour.

Nott was pulled by him, but he didn't dare to struggle at all.

Even though there were many female students around, they were forced to let Flint show his "scar", which immediately attracted a burst of curses:

"This is a footprint! Bastard Nott, you were kicked by a mudblood? Don't you have any feet?"

"When did you provoke that guy?"

"This class is so bad. There are Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle in the front, and you Nott in the back. It is really an embarrassment to our pure-blood family!"

"Take it easy, there is a half-blood wizard here!"

"We are noble pure-bloods. When did we become afraid of this and that? I just said it, you mixed-bloods dare to try it?"

With the blessing of Slytherin's enrollment philosophy and later Voldemort's pure-blood supremacy.

At this time, the Snake Garden painting style had already gone astray.

They ignored mixed-bloods, let alone "Mudbloods" with pure Muggle blood. Before, it was just because there were few Mudbloods entering the academy - and Ringo was treated this way - but now, there is only one mudblood in the entire academy, Ringo.

kind.

If it were just that, forget it.

But it just so happens...

Ringo is still a recognized genius.

They wanted to isolate, exclude or even bully, but they found that the freshmen in the same grade couldn't beat them! The senior students didn't dare to do anything because of school rules!

As for the freshmen who dare to provoke?

have!

In the first two days, it was Malfoy and the three of them. As a result, Malfoy was suppressed by a curse for two consecutive nights, and even admitted to the "three chapters of the agreement" that he did not dare to reveal to others;

Today was Nott, but he was kicked and petrified in front of Snape in class;

Maybe there will be one tomorrow.

But is it useful?

Even Marcus Flint, who is not smart, can see it: "No! You freshmen, you'd better prepare for special training from today. I won't allow you to be suppressed by mudbloods all the time! Farley,

If you haven’t chosen all the classes, then set aside an hour every night to practice their spells!”

Gemma Farley, fifth grade prefect.

He was the one who asked Ringo to return to the table in the Snake Yard that day and was disgraced. Hearing this, he frowned slightly and said, "Every day?"

"Every day! If you don't have time, find someone else to take your place!" Flint roared.

"well……"

Farley sighed. She was in the fifth grade of the two busiest grades in Hogwarts, and she was also the prefect, so her workload was already heavy.

But she didn't dare to disobey Flint.

——This guy is jokingly called a troll bloodline. It shows that although he has no brains, he is really good at fighting.

"Your goal is to severely dampen that mudblood's energy, right?"

"Let him drop out of school voluntarily!"

"It makes sense...but the students in the same class can't beat him, so you want me to give you special training?"

"That's right!"

"If that's the case, then why do we have to use the freshmen of the same grade to attack him? Are we seniors just watching?"

Flint is just not smart, but he is not stupid: "What, do you have a way to attack him without getting fired? Tell me."

"Polyjuice Potion!"

Farley narrowed his eyes and said the answer, like a snake: "I will keep it so that the senior students who don't like the Mudblood can release their pleasure to their heart's content!"

"A high-level potion that can transform into someone else's appearance? Can you brew it? The fifth grade is just a test of theory, and you won't be taught this stuff!" Flint is in the sixth grade and understands this very well.

"Oh, Flint, you really have a troll head!" Farley pushed aside the crowd, revealing Malfoy behind him, "We don't know how to cook, so why don't we buy it? I think, Malfoy

You must be willing to provide some Polyjuice Potion, right?"

Swish, brush, brush!

All the little snakes' eyes were focused on Malfoy, leaving him with no way out.

In the end, his face turned even paler: "I tried my best to convince my dad, but it will take some time. Even on the black market, Polyjuice Potion is rare!"

"I will give you this time, as long as you are willing to pay."

Flint grinned with buck teeth and ignored Farley's reluctance: "But before that, the freshmen still have to receive special training..."

…

Birmingham, Shelby Winery.

Sam, who is covered in muscles, is sweating it out in the gym.

Daisy, a lithe blonde beauty, was sleeping in Ringo's room for beauty sleep, holding a stuffed bear with Ringo's photo in her arms.

——The photo is full of red lip marks.

Sudden.

A low and rapid "coo" call came from the window, and a white owl flew across the gym. After attracting the attention of Sam by the window, it entered Ringo's room where Daisy was sleeping.

"who--"

Daisy was awakened instantly and subconsciously pulled out a pistol from under the pillow until she found it was Hedwig. Her fierce eyes suddenly became excited, "Oh... Hedwig? Is this a letter from Little Ringo?"

She ran over.

Found the bulging envelope on Hedwig's leg.

He immediately rubbed the owl's head and said, "Good girl, that's great. You must be hungry after flying so far. Go to your room quickly. Sandro is there, and there is a lot of food..."

Hedwig immediately flew to Sandro.

Daisy tore open the envelope and read the contents of the letter after Sam broke in:

Dear Daisy, Sam:

Although I have only been away from home for three days, after entering a strange and magical world, I still can't help but miss you at home. How are you at home? Those stupid congressmen and police are not looking for trouble, are they? If anything happens, use more mountains.

Drew contact me, don’t worry about boring me...

I have adapted to the life here, and it is not much different from what I imagined. It is not bad. I have also made some friends, including the former Hermione, and I have also shown a high talent in magic! Haha, why

I'm proud of you. All the teachers praised your little Lingo. For this reason, I had to prepare to submit articles to professional magazines in the first grade.

So, I need you to mail me some books, a music box and more films. The list of books is in the appendix. I look forward to your reply.

Love you forever little Ringo.

"Is it a letter from Ringo?" Sam looked at the bulging envelope, "What else is there besides the letter? Is it a photo?"

As he said that, he opened it directly without waiting for Daisy to open it.

Wow...

A bunch of photos were scattered: there was a red Hogwarts Express train, platform 9, a castle, a black lake, fishmen, house elves, Ringo, and a bunch of lion and badger courtyards.

Classmates from Yingyuan...

Ringo's photography skills are also improving.

These photos are all beautiful.

Daisy and Sam fell in love as they watched, as if they had also entered that bizarre magical world...

Half an hour later.

They slowly looked at all the photos one by one.

"It seems that Ringo is doing well! Daisy, your worries are useless, that's Ringo, he never has to worry about us!" Sam grinned.

"You think so?"

But Daisy had a frosty face and interrupted Sam's smile coldly. She pulled out all the student photos from the photos, grabbed Sam's ears and forced him to stare: "What did you see?"

"Student!"

"What colors of uniforms are there for students?"

"Uh..." Sam's smile gradually disappeared, "Four colors."

"Yes, gold and red, yellow and gray, blue and cyan, and little Ringo's green and silver. Dear Sam, tell me, besides Little Ringo, are there any students wearing green and silver school uniforms here?" Daisy

The fingers painted with red nail polish were clenched and turned white.

"Is Ringo being isolated by his classmates or colleges at school?"

"Obviously so."

Daisy's expression was fierce but powerless: "It seems that the magical world is not peaceful either!"

"Daisy, all this is just our speculation, Ringo didn't mention anything." Sam looked at his sister's expression and couldn't help but feel frightened.

"Just guessing is enough. It seems that you really don't care about little Ringo. Don't you know that he only says things that make us happy? Sam -" Daisy stared at her brother, "People have to know how to repay kindness.

Little Ringo, you were already killed in prison back then!"

boom!

Sam hammered the table: "I won't forget Daisy, tell me what to do?"

"Remember when Ringo Jr. said that the Soviet Union will be gone by the end of this year?"

"I remember, but the Soviet Union is a giant that can compete with the United States. Even if Ringo predicted that, how could it not..."

Daisy knocked on the table: "How is that possible? Oh...Sam, the sun never set on us back then!"

"Okay, go on."

"Little Ringo said that all kinds of weapons will be sold at low prices. I want those things..."

…

Night falls.

Ringo, who didn't see Penello during dinner, had no choice but to go to the Ravenclaw common room to try his luck. As soon as he went there, he saw several freshmen friends he met in class.

"Ringo? What are you doing here?"

"Look for Prefect Crevat." Ringo looked at the eaglets, "Where are you?"

"us……"

Padma Petil, the Indian-born sister who was assigned to the Eagle Court, pointed to the eagle-shaped bronze door knocker at the door of the lounge with some embarrassment: "I was stumped by its question."