I was expelled from Hogwarts?

In the long history, countless wizards followed the legend of the three brothers and chased the Deathly Hallows.

This group of wizards is also called... saints.

Rove had known this appellation for a long time, but this was the first time he met real saints in reality, and he never expected that they would expand their business and engage in the "great" cause of terrorist attacks.

Is this a saint, or a Death Eater or a voodoo party!

In short, no matter what organization it is, this kind of terrorist attack cannot sit idly by.

Rove wakes up the unconscious Carmel and asks Lysa to tell the story again.

After hearing this, he was also shocked, and hurriedly took the boy to find his boss.

The two walked through the corridor, and Karin, wearing an invisibility cloak, followed step by step. They soon came to a luxurious room.

This is a bar on the ship, and there are many wizards sitting there, tasting wine and chatting leisurely to pass the time.

Carmel brought Rove to a wizard, and he introduced anxiously:

"This is Mr. Mitt, the supervisor of this floating dragon boat, Mr. Scamander, you just need to talk to him."

Mitte was sitting on the sofa, drinking a bottle of ale. He was a little fat, his head was going bald, his chin was full of flesh, and his yellow beard was trimmed very short.

After seeing Rove, Mitt stood up, looked at the boy with interest, and stretched out his hand enthusiastically:

"Hi, Mr. Scamander, I heard that you rescued Ms. Eleanor in the morning, thank you for your help...do you have anything to do with me?"

After Rove shook hands with him, he said succinctly:

"I rescued the witch whose real name was Lysa Michelle, who attacked Eleanor, and disguised herself as her with Polyjuice Soup, and sneaked into this floating dragon ship.

That's why the civet attacked her. "

"This is a very unusual accusation." Mitt looked serious, and he frowned: "Mr. Scamander, do you have evidence?"

"There is evidence, Mr. Mitt!" Carmel said urgently, "The witch has been brought under control, you can interrogate her at any time..."

"But before the interrogation, the top priority is to send the wizard to protect the floating dragon. Her companions have already gone to the bottom of the ship to kill it," Rove said.

Mitt was completely stunned. He didn't expect to hear such shocking news on an ordinary morning.

He looked at Rove in disbelief, and said, "Are you sure you're not joking?"

"Would I play this kind of joke with you?" Rove said seriously:

"You'd better get in touch with the ground immediately, set up a temporary floo network, and transfer the wizards on board... Don't hesitate any longer, time waits for no one!"

"Yes." Carmel chimed in: "I can testify, Mr. Mitt, please hurry up..."

Miton fell silent. He had heard of Rove's name, especially in England, where the boy was very famous.

Although Scamander was only a child, what he said could not be treated as jokes.

Of course, there is also the possibility of mischief, but the worst result is nothing more than being cheated and losing some face.

And if the young man's words are true, but he doesn't believe him... all the wizards in this ship will die!

Miton wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to force himself to calm down, but his knuckles were blue, revealing the panic in his heart.

"Okay, I'll send someone to the bottom of the boat to check the floating dragon..."

But Mitt only ran a few steps away when the whole box suddenly began to vibrate violently, like a big hammer, suddenly hitting the floor from bottom to top, causing everything in the room to jump up violently .

Everything was moving quickly: the wine bottle fell to the ground, the overhead chandelier shook violently, making a horrible sound of breaking, the heavy oak wine rack quickly slid towards the French windows, and broke the glass with a bang.

Mitt staggered, and the whole person involuntarily leaned forward, almost hitting a pillar.

The other wizards were also thrown into the air. They fell to the ground, looked up in confusion, and whispered to each other.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

Rove supported the sofa, he looked at the shaking room, sighed and said, "It seems that it's too late."

What greets them will be a plane crash from a height of 10,000 meters!

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the bottom of the cabin,

The wizards guarding the floating dragon had all been killed. Several saints walked down the stairs and saw a broad, flat, scaly back.

That is the back of the floating dragon, and the whole ship is built on it.

A sorcerer stood on the back of the giant dragon, holding a long sword made by a goblin, and stabbing it down fiercely.

The thick scales of the floating dragon were finally pierced with a wound, and another wizard poured a bottle of potion along the wound.

The floating dragon suddenly wailed in pain, resounding through the entire ship. With the hull on its back, its body twisted and rolled crazily.

"Hurry up and go."

Another sorcerer took out a portkey, and after several people pressed their hands, they disappeared immediately.

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After the violent vibration, the whole ship stopped in mid-air, and then slowly fell downward.

Many wizards in the room fled around, trampling and scrambling with each other, desperate to rush out, some were crying, some were staggering, some were vomiting, and fear was written on their pale faces.

In the confusion, Karin lifted the cloak of invisibility, she held the pocket watch from Kiora, grabbed Rove's arm, and said:

"Let's go, use this Portkey, you can still escape..."

"No, Karin, you go first." Rove shook his head and refused, "I still have things to do."

"What are you staying for?" Karin said with a pale face, "This ship will soon fall to the ground, falling from a height of 10,000 meters... If you stay, you will definitely die."

"I know, so I can't leave yet." Rove said seriously: "I'm leaving, and all wizards on this ship will have to die."

"But you can't save them!" Karin was already hugging Rove desperately, trying to drag him away. She said in a hurried voice:

"Are you trying to save that floating dragon? By the time you find it, the ship has already fallen to the ground!"

"No, I can let other magical creatures drag this boat."

"Then you must at least find a magical creature that is about the same size as the Floating Dragon?" Karin said in amazement:

"There's simply no other dragon here as a substitute."

Rove had already opened his black suitcase, and he calmly said, "Didn't I tell you... I'm a Magizoologist?"

"..."

"So what?!" Karin said angrily, "I'm still a master wand maker, and I can't conjure a wand out of thin air.

You're a Magizoologist, can you turn into a Charmander? ! "

"Correct answer." Rove snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "But there is no reward!"

The boy whistled loudly towards his box.

"Come out, Norbert!"

Karin looked down, and found that through the opening of the box, she could still see a large room. She soon heard... the dragon's chant.

A moment later, a gigantic creature flew out of the box. It folded its huge night-like wings and landed in the wide hall.

At this moment, everyone who was still like ants on a hot pot just now stared dumbfounded at the Norwegian spinyback that suddenly appeared.

Rove picked up the box, he turned and jumped on the dragon's back, he stretched out his hand towards Karin, and said:

"Let's go!"

Karin opened her mouth wide and was stunned for a moment. She reached out and grabbed the boy, and then climbed up the dragon's back, holding onto the dragon's scales tightly.

Rove ordered: "Up!"

Noble let out a roar, his belly fell to the ground, his wings spread like thunder, and it flew upwards suddenly.

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