Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

After previously identifying the role of the bowtruckle, Ringo had always wanted to cultivate a whomping willow.

But after trying a few times.

He stopped.

Because even the Bowtruckle will not attack the Whomping Willow when it is close to it normally, but once you try to break the Whomping Willow's reproductive stem, even if you hold down its scar, it will frantically attack any creature it senses - invisible

It doesn't work either.

Whomping willow is different from other plants.

It does not reproduce by seeds.

Instead, they propagate by cuttings.

——So the whomping willow reproduces very slowly under natural circumstances. Its survival mainly depends on the wizard cutting its reproductive stems.

But this kind of propagation stem is hard to find.

Because they look exactly like normal branches, the only judging point is that the reproductive stems will curl up when beating the enemy.

And only the reproductive stems within two to three years are capable of reproduction.

Fortunately, there are trolls now.

"Go ahead, as long as you break a breeding stem for me, I will give you a whole sheep tomorrow." Ringo released the troll Doulu, pointed at the Whomping Willow and said, "Remember, the stem is curled up into a ball."

He has given instructions to the troll dozens of times.

I just want to emphasize it now.

After listening, being forced by Ringo's order and stimulated by the whole sheep, Dulu nodded his head, and then rushed towards the Whomping Willow...

…

Quirrell, who was scolded by Dumbledore, walked around the underground classroom again.

Still no trace of the troll was found.

He had no choice but to return to his lounge.

He was depressed, looking in the mirror and wanting to untie his scarf and ask the great master what was going on.

But as soon as my hand touched the scarf, I saw the Whomping Willow outside through the window out of the corner of my eye - this plant seemed to be beating something giant like crazy.

"What's so big?" Quirrell asked himself. "Troll!"

He suddenly became excited.

He hurriedly ran out and ran to a higher position. After making sure that he saw the Whomping Willow beating the troll, he rushed to the principal's office again.

"T-Troll - at the Whomping Willow! I didn't lie..."

cried Quirrell.

But he was surprised to find that McGonagall and Snape were still in the principal's office.

"Are you sure?" Mag didn't believe it.

Snape also covered the injury on his leg and stared at Quirrell with an unkind expression.

Only Dumbledore comforted him kindly: "The troll is at the Whomping Willow? Quirinus, isn't this another joke?"

"Won't!"

"Then let's go and have a look."

"Albus—"

"It's okay, you can see it from the window on the side of the tower facing the Whomping Willow..." Dumbledore walked out first, and other professors could only follow.

They walked through the corridor and came to the other side.

Just in time to see the Whomping Willow.

——The leaves have long since fallen off, and the giant willow branches are all pointing straight up to the sky. It is growing so proudly. It is not angry, nor does it beat the so-called giant monster.

"Where's the giant monster?" Quirrell looked embarrassed and expressed the same emotion again, "Why is such a big giant monster missing..."

"enough!"

Snape interrupted him: "I think you are not mentally normal. Maybe you should go to the school hospital and get a bottle of refreshing potion."

McGonagall also sighed and looked at Dumbledore.

She didn't speak.

But that means all the professors except Quirrell will understand: Voldemort's curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts has once again come true.

Albus, it's time to find a new professor sooner...

…

With the help of the beating-resistant troll.

It doesn't take long at all to pick a propagation stem.

so……

When the professors looked over, Ringo had already left, and he didn't even know that he had tricked Quirrell again.

certainly……

Although he didn't know it, it was obvious to all that Quirrell's condition was getting worse.

He was very funny in class before.

But points are never deducted.

Nowadays, points are being deducted frequently in the classroom.

This gives the little wizards a headache - please! If you are so bad at teaching, isn't it normal that we can't learn?

Even though I was complaining a lot.

But life on campus is still going on normally.

And as Christmas approaches, the little wizards have finally returned to their former cheerfulness.

In this atmosphere.

Ringo received a very vicious letter.

The owl that sent the letter is also very unique. It is a huge screech owl, but its ear tufts are wrapped with two silver points with strange snake patterns. The sharp claws on its talons are also decorated in the same way, and its eyes are also

With ferocious wildness.

If it is not in the process of sending a letter.

Or maybe it’s the influence of one’s own charm.

Ringo has no doubt that he will be scolded by the other party when he tries to gain trust.

and.

This owl does not drop the letter and leave like other messengers.

Instead, he watched from the side.

"It's an unsigned letter, no wonder." Ringo looked at the envelope and immediately understood the reason why the screech owl wouldn't leave. He sat at the dock, tore open the letter and read it.

"You filthy, despicable, disgusting mudblood bug. The publication of your paper in "Transfiguration Today" is as bad as meat paste replaced by troll shit. As for your paper, I can't even take a look at it.

My eyes are dirty. It must be the so-called Muggle trick that works for wizards. "The Quibbler" also said that you are that person's son. Do you really think I am an old fool? No matter how crazy Bella is, there will be no

A filthy and despicable descendant like you..."

Ringo's eyes narrowed.

He looked towards the screech owl.

The screech owl immediately took a few steps back like a puff of feathers, and raised a paw in an attack gesture.

"It seems that your master also knew that sending this letter would arouse my anger, so he armed you?"

Ringo said something to the owl.

But my heart was indifferent.

To be honest…

When the paper was published, he felt that he would definitely be criticized. During this period, other letter senders occasionally mentioned this, such as Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office.

But that's half comment and half criticism.

Relatively mild.

This is the first time that such a letter is specifically abusive.

Who is the one?

A pure-blood supremacist means a pure-blooded person who can decorate an owl, and also means a good family background...

Malfoy?

Or Nott who was offended by himself?

Or Parkinson?

Lestrange who was cuckolded by Bella?

Or...

Grindelwald, who was imprisoned in Nurmengard and believed wizards should dominate Muggles?

There were many possible options, and Ringo quickly gave up on unrealistic conjectures. Instead, he took out his quill and considered the curse words.

Just write the reply on the back of this letter:

"I, Ringo Shelby."

"Muggleborn."

"I solemnly swear to you here—"

"If you have a wife, I will sleep with your wife; if you have a mother, I will sleep with your mother; if you have a daughter, I will sleep with your daughter; if you have a grandmother, I will sleep with your grandmother; if you have a granddaughter,

I will sleep with your granddaughter..."

"No matter what, I will sleep with all the women in your family."

"Please don't doubt this. If your family is old enough, you should have heard of time magic, or time turners."

"I'm only 11 years old and I'm such a genius. You won't hide it forever. There's a good chance that I'll sleep with the women in your family. If you protect your wife and children properly, that's okay. I'll take advantage of it as much as possible.

Time magic goes to sleep with your elders."

"I'm not sure...my future self has already been realized?"

"Just imagine it."

"You are scolding me so fiercely now, what if your female ancestor has been tainted by a mudblood like me? In other words, what if you now have the blood of a mudblood? Recall your relationship with other pure

The difference between blood families.”

"It could be hair color, appearance, IQ, accent, bloodline or magic..."

"Anything that is different from other purebloods."

"How can you be sure that it's not the result of being tainted by my future self? Ah...thinking about it this way, doesn't the Mudblood not feel disgusted anymore?"

"Be good, smile."

"——I don't know which generation of your ancestor is Ringo Shelby. I wish my good grandson a happy mood."

Finish writing the letter.

Ringo put the letter back into the pouch on the screech owl's leg.

And flapped its fearful wings:

"Go ahead and remember to tell your master that I'm looking forward to his reply."