I was expelled from Hogwarts?

When Horst returned to his office, he found that the door was surrounded by Aurors, all looking into the house.

He couldn't help frowning: "What happened?"

"Director, that fat man named Flint suddenly attacked Rom." A dark-skinned wizard explained:

"This...young gentleman, he subdued Flint and saved Rom."

Horst looked up and saw that Rove was treating the wound of Rom who was bitten, and Margery was standing beside him, helping him carry the black suitcase.

Not far away, Flint was bound by vines, his mouth was bloody, his face was twisted, and his whole body was twitching violently.

The symptoms were the same as those of the man with the auburn hair, who had been poisoned by the so-called zombie poison of Muggles.

"Uncle, Flint was bitten, and there is toxin in his blood." Rove raised his head and warned, "You should keep him under control."

"Nonsense, poison is not contagious through bites," said a pale, thin young wizard, his voice somewhere between a sneer and a grunt.

"Kids don't talk nonsense if they don't understand."

Rove raised his eyebrows. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his sister Margaret wanted to fight back. The boy patted her arm. Then he stood up, kept a calm and polite tone, and asked:

"May I ask you are?"

"Alliser Thorne!"

"Very good, Mr. Thorne, so you understand it well?" Rove said with a smile on his face, "Then can you tell me... what kind of poison is this?"

The young wizard was speechless for a moment, he paused, and snorted coldly: "I don't know...but I know you are talking nonsense!"

"How did you see it?"

"We rescued quite a few wizards who were bitten, and they were all normal, without any signs of being poisoned or attacking others!" Thorne said sharply:

"It can be seen that Flint was not poisoned because of being bitten. It must have been poisoned by other wizards."

"I thought you had some great ideas...that's it?"

Rove's half-smile expression showed his disdain for Thorne's remarks.

"Talking about toxicity regardless of dose is playing hooligans. You met a wizard who was bitten before, and the poisoning dose was too small, so there were no obvious symptoms.

But that doesn't mean they aren't poisoned. "

"It's like you were bitten by a bamboo leaf green and didn't die, so you can say it is a slightly poisonous snake?" Rove snorted and said:

"For the strength of toxicity, refer to the LD50. Zhuyeqing is a highly poisonous snake, but the amount of toxin excretion is very low, only a dozen milligrams per time, so most people will not die after being bitten."

"You don't understand such a simple truth? How did you teach the protection of magical animals class?" Rove sighed:

"Can you be an Auror at your level?"

"It's a trainee Auror." Margaret added a knife at the right time, "It's up to you whether you can become a regular."

"Oh, I'm relieved." Rove sarcastically said:

"I advise you to come to Hogwarts as soon as possible to make up for the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, otherwise it may be very difficult to become a regular."

Thorne, flushed with anger, yelled, "Who knows if you're talking nonsense?"

"Sorry, the conclusion that this toxin can be transmitted through bites is not what I said, but what my grandfather said." Rove shrugged.

"Which unknown person is your grandfather?!"

Margaery laughed wildly. She put her arms around Rove's shoulders and said, "His grandfather is... Newt Scamander."

Thorne: "..."

Everyone suddenly realized, no wonder this young man was so confident, it turned out to be the famous Scamander.

Now there is a reason to believe it!

"My grandfather is indeed not very famous." Rove blinked and said:

"But Mr. Thorne, since you think you won't be poisoned after being bitten, let's make a bet... let the patient bite you a few times, and I will give you a thousand Galleons for each bite.

You can't die anyway, isn't it a good deal? "

Thorn's face turned blue, he really didn't dare to agree to this bet.

"Okay." Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Horst interrupted the quarrel, walked over, and asked:

"Rove, so do you know what kind of poison this is?"

The Auror office has been investigating this matter recently, but they have no clue at all and cannot find the source of the poison.

"This poison comes from the blue-eyed toad, which is a magical creature unique to Colombia." Rove explained:

"The skin of this toad secretes a toxin that produces hallucinations and pleasure. Local aboriginal wizards have a tradition of licking this toxin to make themselves hallucinogenic."

Rove and Newt saw the magical creature when they traveled to Columbia together, but Newt didn't record it in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

The reason is simple. This kind of toad is only distributed in a small area. If it is recorded, he is afraid that other wizards will hunt it down...or even breed and abuse it on a large scale.

Like now!

"If you just lick the toad's skin, the intake is not much, and it won't attack other people." Rove continued:

"It should be that people extracted this toxin and injected it into the wizard's body."

"This kind of large-dose injection will make the wizard go crazy and attack people around him. The various endurance capabilities of the body will also be greatly improved, such as the ability to endure pain. Even if the arm is cut off, it will not hurt."

"It can only be done by the scavengers." Horst said seriously: "Can you provide other clues?"

Rove thought for a while and said, "This kind of toad lives near the crater and feeds on magma. I suggest going to the volcano closest to New York to investigate."

Horst rubbed the center of his brows, and said loudly, "Didn't you hear me? Act now."

Everyone was gone, Horst patted Rove on the shoulder and said:

"I didn't expect you to solve a big problem for me as soon as you came."

Rove said modestly: "Even if I'm not here, you will definitely find out the problem soon."

"But more people may die." Horst warned: "Rove, go home for dinner tonight, don't run around with Margaery, you understand?"

"Well, I know." Rove nodded hastily.

Horst smiled with satisfaction. He likes an honest boy like Rove, who looks reliable and won't do anything out of the ordinary.

"As for you." Horst looked at Margaery again. He was smiling just now, but now he immediately put on a straight face and said:

"What kind of clothes are you wearing? Hurry up and change them for me, and these handcuffs... What do you want to do with Rove in handcuffs? You have to act like a sister, don't lead him into trouble."

After Horst walked away, Margaret yelled, "Who is he father? Why do I feel that he treats you better?"

Rove smiled without saying a word.

Margaery tapped the boy's forehead vigorously, and said softly, "I make you laugh!"

"Margery, why did that Thorne target me?" Rove covered his head and said, "It won't have anything to do with you, right?"

"He has been chasing me, but I rejected him, so I'm jealous of you." Margaery sneered.

"Is that so... Has he been stalking?" Rove asked, "Shall I break his three legs for you? Give him a warning?"

"Little Rove has grown up and can protect my sister!" Margaret put her arms around Rove's shoulders and said with a smile:

"Tonight, how about I help you check your physical development? See if you are really that powerful."

"..."

"Let's go home." Margaret threw the car keys to the young man and said, "You can drive later."

"Ah?" Rove held the key and said, "I don't have a driver's license?"

"It's fine." Margaery yawned and said, "Me neither."

"..."

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