I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Newt would love to take Nagini away from Albania.

But rationally, Rove doesn't think taking Nagini is a wise choice.

As a blood curse orc, Nagini eventually changed from a witch to a python because of the blood curse inherited from her family's maternal line...and this process is irreversible.

She is no longer who she was then.

Voldemort has an extraordinary love for Nagini, and he will even make it into a Horcrux in the future, which shows that this kind of affection has reached the point of being almost abnormal...far more than those so-called Death Eaters.

When Voldemort returns to Albania and finds that his "cute" is missing, Newt will be the first person to suspect, after all, he has been in this forest for more than half a year!

But then again, if one day your friend turns into a beast and is seduced by bad guys, and you have the chance to take her away, wouldn't you sit idly by?

At least not Newt.

Whether he will be targeted by Voldemort, let alone Newt's consideration, who hasn't fought against the Dark Lord... Don't take the original Dark Lord as the devil!

Therefore, Rove has no reason or position to stop Newt. He has to take advantage of Voldemort at Hogwarts to help Newt steal the house as soon as possible and get away Tom's pet Nagini.

Isn't this a kind of ntr?

A black Romanian longhorn, like a dark cloud, flew over the forest, and finally hovered over a bunker.

The most famous thing in Albania, apart from poverty and backwardness, is probably the bunkers dotted across the country.

As the first secretary who has led the country for nearly forty years, Hoxha is one of the few men who can offend the two camps of the East and the West, as well as the third world countries at the same time.

Hoxha, who vowed to be the enemy of the whole world, built more than 700,000 bunkers in every corner of the country in order to increase the strategic depth.

Newt has lived in a bunker for the past six months.

After the two got off the Romanian Longhorn, they entered the bunker for a visit. Rove found that the bunker was unexpectedly solid, and there were even some weapons left by Muggles.

The boy was quick to bring up the things he had encountered on his travels, especially about the ghostly Lady Gray.

"Ms. Gray is actually Ravenclaw's daughter Helena Ravenclaw. Many ghosts in the castle and the headmaster's portrait know this, and Professor Dumbledore also knows it." Newt whispered:

"So when she said 'mother's smell', she meant Ravenclaw, you have Ravenclaw stuff on you?"

"Could it be this?" Rove thought for a while, and took out a book from the black leather case. He opened the book, revealing the silverfish.

After thinking about it, the only thing that could be related to Ravenclaw was the silverfish caught in the library.

The earliest books in the library came from Ravenclaw's private collection. This nine-hundred-year-old silverfish has been hiding in the library, and it happens to have an owner.

Newt took the silverfish with nine whiskers, stroked it gently with his old hand, and couldn't help smiling, "The one in the Hogwarts library? I saw it when I was a child."

"When I was catching silverfish, I heard the voice of a witch." Rove recalled: "But only I could hear it, and no one else could hear it."

"This is not uncommon. Maybe the magic that someone left on the silverfish will be triggered after it is caught." Newt pondered, looked at the boy again, and said softly:

"Have you told anyone about this?"

"Only Hermione, Shirley and Neville who went to the library with me at the time knew."

"Don't let more wizards know about this. Silverfish itself is very rare, and the price is high on the black market." The old man said slowly:

"This kind of silverfish, which is more than nine hundred years old, is even rarer in the world, and only Hogwarts, an ancient school of magic, can breed it."

"Even Niko's private library has only one silverfish over 400 years old. I've seen it, but it's far worse than this one."

"Nicole Flamel?"

The old man nodded lightly, crossed the threshold, walked down the steps, and walked towards a living room that he transformed. He sat on a chair and said:

"As for whether it was left by Ravenclaw, I think you can ask Ms. Gray. She is the daughter of Ravenclaw. Since she took the initiative to pester you, she will definitely be willing to tell you."

Rove nodded and sat down on the chair.

"By the way, your grandma brought Margaery here some time ago."

Rove said nervously, "You didn't mention me."

"Margaery brought you a Christmas present, and she asked you to open it quickly." Newt took a package from the table and handed it to the boy.

"Don't open it, put it away!" Luo Fu shook his head desperately, every time this crazy woman gave him a gift, he was cheating him.

The year before last, I sent a big dung egg, and it exploded as soon as I opened it; the year before last, it was a Playboy book, and I asked him to open it in front of everyone, and almost died of social death; last year, it was a dress, and I wanted him to change it. superior.

If Margaery sent a corpse one day, Rove wouldn't think it was strange.

"Your grandma left you a letter." Newt pulled a letter out of his pocket.

After Rove opened it, he looked at it seriously.

"What did Tina say?" Newt asked curiously.

"She was disappointed that I didn't go to Ilvermorny."

"Unsurprisingly." Newt smiled. "But I'm very happy. Tina doesn't know how good Professor Dumbledore is. He can teach you a lot."

"One more sentence, about you." Rove raised his eyebrows.

"Grandma told me to be careful of Professor Dumbledore's rhetoric, don't be fooled by him like you."

"..."

"Rove, I think Tina may have always had a prejudice against Albus, right?" Newt argued softly.

"But I think grandma is right." Rove grinned and said:

"This Christmas, if it wasn't for Professor Dumbledore, you would definitely be staying with grandma, not in this bunker deep in the forest."

It can only be said... stay away from Dumbledore's deceit and start with Scamander.

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Hogsmeade Village,

Pig's Head Bar.

In the room on the second floor, Dumbledore stood in front of a portrait and couldn't help but sneezed several times.

The young girl in the portrait smiled playfully at the old man.

"Arianna said before that a sneeze is someone saying bad things about that person behind their back." Dumbledore looked at the portrait and said softly:

"She often sneezes on purpose, and then says that I speak ill of her behind her back and won't let me read..."

Aberforth was cooking, and when he heard his brother chattering like a wicked bird, he was a little annoyed, and said bluntly:

"If you sneeze when you are scolded, then you must be slapped all the time. The people who scold you are probably lined up from Hogwarts to Albania... I often scold you too."

The last words were whispered, but Albus Dumbledore heard them anyway.

"Sorry, Aberforth, I just wanted to say that Ariana likes me the most, but I'm a bit late."

"She likes me the most, not you!" Aberforth slashed the kitchen knife on the table, and he said irritably, "And why are you talking so much nonsense today? You usually do this at school?

With such a bad temper, how could Minerva bear you, and she didn't secretly cast a curse on you to shut you up? "

Before the old man could speak, Aberforth added, "Don't mind me, I'm a straight talker."

Dumbledore was really silent this time.

Aberforth seemed to think it was too much, and he decided to entertain his brother as a Christmas present.

He poured all the vinegar he'd bought from Hufflepuff wizards into the pot, and spooned up the thick, dark stew into bowls.

Aberforth held a greasy bowl in his hand, put it on the table, and said rudely: "Eat quickly, there is still more."

"Come to eat soon, Fox?" Aberforth gently prepared another food for Fox.

The color and smell of Fox's food were closer to normal meals, and the food in Dumbledore's bowl was more like the silt under the Black Lake.

But Albus Dumbledore ate it slowly and with relish, as if it were a rare delicacy.

"By the way, I have something to tell you." Aberforth said suddenly.

"Your idiot administrator, Hagrid, was drinking in my bar last night, got drunk by a strange wizard, and then played Gwent with him..."

"Oh?" Professor Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said, "Hagrid lost badly?"

"No." Aberforth sneered, "Drunk Hagrid won and took away a dragon egg."

"I see." The old man was very calm. He looked out of the window, with the breeze blowing on his face and his white beard flowing.

Tom, you're just as good at silly tricks as ever.

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