Hogwarts: The Obscurial War School

It's a new day, the air is fresh.

Wake up in the villa's soft Simmons bed feeling refreshed.

"It's much more comfortable than that hard bed." Aurelius stretched out.

"Meow! Meow, meow, meow! Meow-"

"Coco, coco, coco!"

There was a commotion in the corridor outside the door. Aurelius opened the door and said helplessly: "Okay, why are you bullying Coca?"

Coca is the sweeping robot Aurelius bought yesterday.

It is an alchemical product that looks like a cart, with a moving mechanical arm holding a broom and mop.

It was invented by a French alchemist and the sales volume was very good. Many Ministry of Magic and pure-blood nobles were willing to buy it for cleaning.

You can see a lot of this kind of stuff in the magic world.

What are you doing with all those fancy "347" nonsense? There are house elves, and there are also things that have been cleaned up, and things that are obviously very simple have to be complicated to create this kind of nondescript alchemy robot.

Although he couldn't stand it, Aurelius had no other choice. He couldn't always stay in the villa cleaning, so he pinched his nose and spent more than three hundred galleons to buy one.

This is a lot of money.

Coca is the most valuable thing in the family. I didn’t expect that since I released Zuowu yesterday, it would be like a eldest daughter colliding with a gangster, and her cap has been blocked!

The broom that Kakana kept waving seemed to be an automatic cat-teasing stick in his lips and eyes.

Fortunately, Zuowu was just playful and the manufacturer of the Coca-Cola did not cut corners. Otherwise, the Coca-Cola would have been dismantled long ago.

Many alchemical products have their own thoughts, but this is something similar to a program, not a real intelligent life.

In the magical world, most items with intelligence are not good things, at least they are very dangerous black magic items.

"Meow!" Seeing Aurelius wake up, Zuowu's eyes lit up, and he immediately stopped torturing Cocker, and instead pounced on him: "Come and play with me!"

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Sometimes I really envy these animals, they are simple-minded and just want to play when they are full and full of food.

"A little while, okay? You let me eat first and then clean up." Aurelius rubbed his big head and pinched his ears, and Zuowu purred comfortably.

"He really kissed you." Newt came over with an envious look. The villa was very big, with six or seven rooms, and Newt was right next door to Aurelius.

"Woo——" Zuowu looked at him warily and made a threatening whine.

"I really don't know what offended it. It never let me get close." Newt said helplessly.

Aurelius also felt strange. He touched Zuowu and asked, "Why did he offend you?"

"Meow! Meow!" Zuowu called twice.

Aurelius nodded and said to Newt: "He said you are not a good person. You smell like a lot of magical animals, just like the person who caught it."

"ah?"

"You are too worried. Newt is a protector of magical animals, not a hunter of magical animals." Aurelie explained.

"Meow? (Zundu, fake toot?"

"real."

Seeing one person and one cat going back and forth, he couldn't help but said: "You...can you communicate with magical animals?"

"Yes, most of them should be fine." Aurelius nodded without going too deep.

At this stage, bestiality is only a variant of Legilimency, far from becoming an independent spell. So Aurelius didn’t want to talk more.

"That's great. Your ability is what I dream of." Newt looked at Aurelius with envy: "I can only make a little judgment based on their behavior. If I can also talk to them, maybe my research can still be done." Go further.”

"That's such a shame——Oh, wait a minute." Aurelius waved his hand and a mirror turned around. His expression changed and he said to Newt: "Someone called me, excuse me.

Aurelius closed the door again and returned to the room.

Newt didn't pay attention, his heart was entirely on Zuo Wu. He tried to get closer, after Aurelius explained to him.

"Ouch!" Zuowu looked cute with his big, watery eyes. When Newt came within reach of him, his expression suddenly changed.

The huge claws hooked Newt's collar and lifted him up directly.

As his body was lifted up, Newt's heart was also lifted up...

"Queenie?"

"Where are you?"

Aurelius looked at the background behind her in surprise. It was not her house, but a secluded path...

She looked very bad, totally miserable.

"I'm in Paris." Queenie said softly, hiding her face.

"Where in Paris?"

.......

Piazza Italia.

Queenie sat helplessly on the roadside with her suitcase in hand, staring blankly at the couples passing by.

The breeze was slightly cool, and Queenie wrapped herself in clothes.

The wind was cool, and her heart felt even colder.

“It looks like you made an incredible decision.

call

Aurelius walked out of the deep black flames.

Facing a few Muggles who seemed to have seen a ghost, Aurelius waved his wand, and they turned away with blank expressions.

"Tell me your method." Queenie stood up and looked at Aurelius with unprecedented seriousness.

"Have you really decided?"

"Yes! I have decided!" Queenie was a little anxious.

"Even if the sacrifice might be huge?"

"I don't care!" Queenie said impatiently.

"Well, love really makes people blind." Aurelius sighed, and he said: "The method is very simple, what is it that prevents you from being together?"

"Law of Secrecy!" Queenie looked at Aurelius in horror. She didn't expect Aurelius 1.4 to do the same thing as Grindelwald!

But Aurelius shook his head: "No, the law of secrecy is implemented all over the world."

Queenie said blankly: "What is that?" She was really confused, she had never thought about it.

The education she received since she was a child is that the Secrecy Law prohibits contact with Muggles, and wizards must keep the secrets of the magical world.

But it wasn't until Aurelius mentioned it that she realized: Secrecy laws were enforced all over the world, but other countries did not completely prohibit contact between wizards and Muggles.

"What is it?" Aurelius looked at her without telling her the answer directly.

People are always willing to believe what they want to believe, and people always believe in themselves more than others.

He won't say it, he wants Queenie to tell it herself.

"Is... the Magic Congress?!".