I was expelled from Hogwarts?

When Rove entered the room, Newt had conveyed Dumbledore's opinion, and Lockhart had also indicated that he would accept the position.

"Mr. Scamander, thank you for the news." Lockhart saw Rove and said with a smile, "By the way, I heard that Rove is going to take the dragon trainer exam?"

"Yes."

"That's great, I'm also preparing to take this exam and become a dragon trainer."

Lockhart took care: "I'm sure I can easily become a dragon trainer. During the exam, I will help take care of him so that his life is not in danger."

Rove had a strange look on his face, and he smiled "nuclearly" and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lockhart."

"You're welcome, Rove, I like you! By the way, shall we have dinner together tonight? Mr. Scamander, I have prepared a good bottle of wine." Lockhart invited:

"Tomorrow will definitely be the headline of the Daily Prophet...the first meeting of two great magizoologists...those reporters will spend a thousand Galleons to buy our conversation."

Lockhart has already figured out the direction of the hype.

"Sorry, Mr. Lockhart, we have business tonight." Newt retorted, "I won't have dinner with you."

"That's a pity."

After being rejected, Lockhart chatted for a while, and then left knowingly.

Before leaving, he also told Rove that he was free to ask him about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After Lockhart left, Newt and Rove also packed their bags and prepared to leave.

Standing at the door, Rove turned his head and glanced at the house, and Newt asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just worried that someone will come to me." Rove said.

"It's okay, we'll be back soon," Newt reassured.

The boy nodded and followed the old man into the vast night.

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dark night,

On the table, a porcelain oil lamp was burning, illuminating the small room.

A girl with ponytails is sitting on an old chair, holding a slender needle in her hand, and is threading and sewing clothes.

The girl was a little absent-minded, and quickly frowned her eyebrows that looked like willow leaves in early spring. It turned out that the embroidery needle pricked her finger, and the blood slowly rolled down.

"Shirley, this is the sixth time you've stabbed your finger tonight."

The girl next to her kept on sewing, but she glanced at Shirley and said worriedly:

"If you keep distracted like this, it will be very difficult for you to finish your work tonight. Be careful to be punished by the mother."

Shirley rubbed her cheeks lightly, cheered herself up, and whispered: "Therecia, I will pay attention."

Teresia looked at the girl who grew up with her sadly. Is needlework and prayer so difficult?

Didn't they all come here in the past few years?

Shirley has only been away for a year, and she seems to be out of tune with this convent.

"In your place, don't you need to pray and sew clothes?" Teresia was very curious.

"Hogwarts..."

Before the girl with ponytail could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Theresia.

She lowered her voice and said, "Xue Li, don't mention that name, it's forbidden by the nuns... You forgot that you were fined to carry water alone that night..."

Teresia raised her head and carefully glanced at the nun in the distance. Fortunately, Sister Talia didn't pay attention to the two of them tonight, otherwise a punishment would be inevitable.

"Shirley, be careful recently." Teresia reminded: "I got up to go to the bathroom that night and overheard Delfina and the others discussing how to deal with you."

Delphine was a little older than them, and belonged to another small group, and even a monastery had violence, and it was inevitable.

"It's okay, let the two of them come, I will teach them a lesson they will never forget." Shirley said calmly, "Don't be afraid of them."

"Oh, I know you... you dared to fight them with a stick before... By the way, you picked up that baseball bat, why didn't you bring it back?"

"I fell into a box." Shirley's mouth curled up slightly, she lost her mind again, and stabbed her finger for the seventh time.

"Shirley, your smirk reminds me of Sister Talia, what you said to scold those young nuns." Teresia suddenly said with a smile.

"What?" the girl asked curiously.

"I told you, don't be annoyed." Teresia pinched her throat and whispered:

"Look at your slutty looks, you're thinking about men when you have nothing to do..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Shirley blushed and was a little annoyed. After not seeing her for a year, Teresia also learned to speak without restraint.

"I told you, don't be annoyed." Teresia held back a smile and said:

"Hey, it's the first time I've seen you blushing. You've learned to be shy after you go out... Are the boys outside looking good?"

Shirley hesitated for a moment, instead of denying it, she nodded slightly.

Teresia showed a surprised expression, then giggled: "Shirley, you really have changed a lot."

The girl with ponytail rested her cheeks on her hands and stared at Theresia's needlework. She suddenly said:

"I'm leaving here."

Teresia was taken aback. She frowned at her best friend and advised:

"But where are you going? Didn't you say that your school is closed during the summer vacation, and you have no money with you, not even the money for the bus ticket... Everything was detained by the nuns."

"They didn't confiscate anything important, I have the fare money." Shirley said in a soft but firm voice:

"I'm going to London, or . . . out of here anyway."

Teresia looked at the girl with ponytails, a little envious of the boldness of her peers, she would never dare to do this.

Sister Talia raised her head suddenly. She had a thin face, sharp eyes, and a mouth so thin that the lips could hardly be seen.

She frowned and looked towards Shirley: "Children, what are you talking about?!"

"Shirley and I are talking about who can sew faster." Teresia smiled at Sister Talia.

"Shirley, your speed is indeed very slow, hurry up, or you will have to make an extra bucket of water tomorrow." Sister Talia said sternly.

Shirley didn't speak, just ignored it.

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...

After saying the last prayer of the day, everyone was on time, lying in bed and going to sleep.

The room is not big, but it looks like a Datong bunk, sleeping a row of girls.

Shirley didn't sleep, she listened attentively and focused.

After everyone fell asleep, she touched a wallet hanging around her neck.

It was a purse made of shapeshifting lizard skin, and it would shrink when strangers approached, making it difficult to detect.

It contained Shirley's textbooks, her magic wand, a small amount of clothing, and money.

There are also some luggage, which are locked in the dean's room, but she is not going to take them, so it's better to stay in the monastery.

The girl took out a bottle of compound soup from her purse, and there was already a secretly plucked hair in it. After she drank it, her body began to grow rapidly.

The girl carefully took out a set of nun costumes, which she had quietly left behind when she was doing laundry.

Shirley changed her clothes, lifted the quilt, and walked towards the door, but just as she turned the handle, Sister Talia, who was sleeping next to the door, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Hmm... Dean, why are you here?" Thalia asked in surprise.

"I... I'll just come in and take a look... Be quiet, don't wake them up." Shirley lowered her voice, "You don't need to get up, I'll just take a look."

"Hmm." Although Talia felt strange, she didn't dare to question the dean's words.

Shirley opened the door, and alone, walked along the road of the monastery, walking towards a low wall with ease.

I met a few patrolling nuns in the middle, but no one noticed anything unusual.

Finally, the girl came to a fence, and after the effect of the Polyjuice Potion wore off, she changed back into her clothes.

Using both hands and feet, the girl climbed over the low wall. She sat on the wall, turned her head and glanced at the dark monastery, and the teardrops all over her face were broken into pieces one by one.

Shirley jumped down and landed on a pile of withered grass. She took out a piece of parchment and looked at the address through the night.

Her mood suddenly improved, she took out her wand, and staggered along the path.

the road is difficult,

The girl with the ponytail was happy.

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