I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

At night, after exchanging feelings with the Winged Demon in bed for a while, Sean fell asleep with a cocoon in his hand.

He had a dream, in which he was a big demon who did all kinds of evil, and he was always accompanied by a violent curled-winged demon with scarlet eyes.

As long as his eyes move, the Winged Demon will fly into the faces of those who oppose him, and then enjoy the bloody dessert amidst the screams of those people that quickly fade away.

“The taste is average.”

“The quantity is too small.”

The Curling Wing Demon will also send some feedback on the meal to Sean.

When Sean woke up in a daze, it was still dark outside the window, and he found that the cocoon he had been holding in his hand was missing.

Sean broke out in a cold sweat and was completely sleepless. Fortunately, he could still receive the emotional state of the Winged Demon.

Sean looked up and saw the Curly Winged Demon unfolding its blue-green stinging wings and sticking it upside down on the ceiling. At this time, it was staring closely at Sean's sleeping roommate, with red light flashing in its eyes and saliva dripping from its teeth.

Connected into a thread.

“The taste is average.”

“The quantity is too small.”

It's assessing how delicious Sean's roommates are.

The corners of Sean's eyes twitched, and then he immediately recalled the Winged Demon.

"return!"

The curled-winged demon reluctantly glanced at the sleeping little wizard, quickly flew back, it wrapped itself tightly in mid-air, and then turned into a cocoon and fell on Sean's hand.

Its slender tentacles stretched out from its head and wrapped around Sean's fingers aggrievedly.

"Hey, little guy, I told you, you can't try to trick other people's minds!" Sean became more serious. His curled-winged demon was originally a mutated individual, and he would not allow himself to teach a terrifying person.

Come on, naughty kid.

"Just smell it." The curling-winged demon felt Sean's emotions, and it tightened its cocoon a little, feeling aggrieved.

The thoughts conveyed to him by the curling-winged demon would not lie, and Sean's expression softened.

Then it really just wants to smell it.

However, flying out in the middle of the night was unsafe and could easily scare people to death. Sean warned him carefully, and the Winged Demon said he would never do it again in the future.

However, I don't know whether it was due to a new birth or a special individual reason, but the curled-winged demon, which had just eaten a meal last night, said that he was hungry again.

Sean took it to the Hogwarts kitchen, a foodie's paradise hidden in the stone corridor near the Hufflepuff common room.

Just find a painting of a silver bowl full of fruit, scratch the pear, and the pear will laugh, then turn into a huge green doorknob, which you can open to enter the kitchen.

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House elves will satisfy almost any wizard's food needs.

Under the respectful and enthusiastic farewell of the house elves, Sean walked out carrying the breakfast of the crouching demon.

The cocoon in his hand trembled impatiently, looking like he was starving.

"Don't worry, I'll find a place to let you out. If you are seen outside, it will be a big problem."

The Winged Demon was extremely obedient when facing Sean. It calmed down obediently, and after a long time, it conveyed an idea.

"I thought, watching that girl, eating breakfast, is that okay?"

The corner of Sean's mouth twitched, and he sighed: "How do you make a living with this?"

"Yes, it smells good and tastes delicious." The Winged Demon became excited.

"no!"

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After the Winged Demon finished his breakfast, Sean walked straight towards Professor Scamander's office. The two of them had made an appointment to meet today.

Before arriving at the office, Sean knocked on the door, and it took a while before the door was opened.

Newt was wearing a suit vest, with many blades of grass stuck to the white shirt underneath. His hair was slightly messy, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Wallop."

"No, you're too polite, sir." Sean responded with a smile.

Newt led him into the house and locked the office door behind his back.

As soon as he entered the house, there was a familiar little figure pulling up Sean's trouser legs. It was the Bowtruckle that day.

Sean smiled and picked it up in his hand, letting the little guy play with the swing with his fingers.

Newt took out his wand and waved it at the locked door handle, and a layer of light flashed across the brass door lock.

"A small safeguard," Newt explained to Sean, and he pointed to the Bowtruckle tree again, "I forgot to introduce it to you last time. His name is Pickett, and he is a clingy little guy."

Pickett stuck out his tongue at Newt and climbed onto Sean's shoulder.

"Oh, please." Newt spread his hands helplessly.

Suddenly, news came from the Winged Demon that Sean had placed in his inner pocket.

"I like this guy very much because he has good taste, not just brains."

Professor Scamander will probably thank you for your comment...

Sean chuckled secretly, and then asked curiously: "Sir, is this what you want?"

Newt strode up to him and placed the suitcase next to him on the ground.

"Come on, you should like it." He opened the suitcase and got directly into it.

Sean stretched his head and took a look. A long ladder appeared in the suitcase. Newt had descended to the ground and was waving to him.

Sean smiled involuntarily and immediately followed Newt's pace.

Jumping off the escalator, his eyes widened instantly.

With a double-story workshop extending in all directions as the center, desert, snow, woods and other terrains are distributed around it, and various magical animals are wandering around leisurely inside.

"Wow..." Sean sighed unconsciously. This was much more shocking than in the movie.

Newt picked up two irons and handed one to Sean.

"Come on, I think they'll like you." Newt led him outside.

Just as Newt expected, it was obviously their first time here, but after seeing Sean, the magical animals only hesitated a little and accepted his feeding.

Not only that, some low-risk magical animals have crawled onto Sean's body like Pickett.

When he came out of the wooded area, Sean had five Bowtruckles hanging on his body, two Tree Monkey Frogs, a silent Bad Bird on his left shoulder, and a row of chirping Silent Birds on his right shoulder.

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Even he was holding a prickly pear on his lap.

Even though he had expected it, Newt still sighed in surprise: "Mr. Wallop, the speed at which you become friends with magical animals is so enviable. You are born to be a master of magical animals."

Sean smiled and stretched out his arms, letting the little guys play on them. Although it was a bit difficult, his smile was extremely bright.

"I do seem to like them quite a bit. Also, Professor, if you don't mind, you can call me Sean."

"Okay, Sean."

While the two were talking, a roar came from the distance.

Newt shook his head helplessly: "Two endless guys... Sean, let's go, I have to go and break up a fight."