I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

The first meeting of the Duel Club came to an end somewhat anticlimactically. The wizards from the two schools practiced separately in the second half, and the Nurmengardians who originally tried to provoke them were all suffocated.

Originally, I wanted to teach these guys who don’t know the heights of the world a lesson, but Sean’s birds and snakes are too intimidating, and xxxx-rated magical animals still need to be carefully considered.

Moreover, Sean's strange spells left a deep impression on them. After the silent acupuncture spell and the bird and snake came out of the cave, who knows what else this evil-minded guy who likes to pretend to be innocent will do?

After the party ended, Sean left the auditorium and took a look inside. Riddle and Snape seemed to say a few words, and then they quickly left.

interesting……

On the way back to the dormitory, Sean made an excuse and took a different route.

After walking through a stone corridor, he saw Newt waiting at the stairs.

"Professor Scamander." Sean smiled and walked up quickly.

Newt was still hunched over as before, and he smiled slightly: "Well done, Sean."

"It's all with your help, Professor."

Newt shook his head, stretched out his hand to pick up the reluctant Pickett, and said softly: "Sean, your ability is better than mine."

Sean was a little embarrassed, but Newt continued to say seriously: "Sean, you know that wizards have various talents, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Sean nodded, but he was a little confused as to what talent Professor Scamander was referring to.

Does it mean that you are better at learning a certain kind of magic, or is it a specific bloodline?

Such as Parseltongue and Disguise Magus.

Newt explained: "Generally speaking, as long as a wizard is diligent enough, he can learn most of the magical abilities, but there are some abilities that you can't learn no matter how hard you work."

He showed a smile: "My mother raised hippogriffs. Under her influence, I have been very interested in magical animals since I was a child. This is not only due to the influence of the family, but also the fascinating nature of magical animals themselves.

My little talent also helped a little bit."

Sean's expression became comfortable and happy when he saw Newt.

"I can communicate with these little guys," he showed a very happy smile, "This is probably the best gift God has given me."

"Communication?" Sean became curious. Of course he knew that Newt could have a good relationship with many magical animals, but the communication in the other person's mouth seemed to be different from what he imagined.

Newt nodded, he raised Pickett and faced Sean: "It said your taste today is not as good as the last time we met."

Sean looked at Pickett. He could play happily with Pickett, but it was difficult to fully understand what the other person meant.

"Because you didn't bring any bastard with you this time." Newt winked at him.

Sean's eyes widened: "Professor, can you understand magical beasts?"

"Yes, but I can't fully understand it." Newt spread his hands helplessly, and Pickett started dangling on his fingers. "The thinking of magical animals and their ability to understand our wizards determine that I have nothing to do with them.

How to have a pleasant chat like I did with you."

"Of course, for me, that's enough." Newt's face was old, but his eyes were still bright.

"Cool." Sean praised.

Newt looked at Sean gently: "Sean, this is an innate gift, and yours is better than mine. I hope you can make good use of this gift and treat magical animals as your friends."

,May I?"

"That's what I'm doing, Professor." Sean laughed.

"Looks like you're doing pretty well," Newt also smiled. "Come to me anytime on your days off."

"I will, Professor."

It wasn't until the two said goodbye that Sean remembered that Nadja the Bird Snake was still with him.

"Professor, your bird and snake."

Newt waved his hand: "Please help me take care of Merlin's beard for a while. I have to look for Merlin's beard for a long time every day to feed it."

"But the school shouldn't allow students to keep birds and snakes, right?" Sean was immediately moved, but he still said with a troubled face.

"Bird Snake has a docile personality and can shrink its body at will. Moreover, Nadja has become more obedient to your words." Newt scratched his hair helplessly, and then showed a meaningful smile to Sean, "And, you

You’re quite experienced, aren’t you?”

"Experience, it's okay..." Sean laughed dryly. Sure enough, Newt had already discovered that he secretly raised the Winged Demon.

"Many times, magical beasts are more reliable than most people. Remember your experience, Sean. See you next time." With these words, Newt walked up the stairs and left.

It's more reliable than humans... Sean smacked his lips. Indeed, a magical animal with a simple mind will almost never betray you if it recognizes you. If you are good to it, it will be good to you.

Simple principles may not apply to humans, which is one of the reasons why Sean likes to deal with magical animals.

He put the small teapot containing the bird-snake Najia into the inner bag, and then warned Dave not to bully it, and then returned to the dormitory with a smile on his face.

However, in addition to the sheep brain order, he also had to buy some insects and mice.

The next day, after placing an order in Diagon Alley through Owl, Sean hurried to the basement of the main building of the castle.

Today, he had another detention from Snape.

Sean walked around the underground floor and easily found Snape's office. Behind the crescent-shaped doorway, there was a wooden door with a snake-like pattern, and a buckle in the middle that could be opened from the inside.

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Sean knocked on the door. After a while, the buckle was quickly opened and closed, and the wooden door was pushed open.

Snape stood at the door with a gloomy look on his face.

"Come in." He said coldly.

Sean walked in obediently. Before he could look around the room, Snape suddenly turned around.

He waved his magic wand, and the wooden door behind him closed automatically.

"Mr. Wallop," Snape gave him a disgusted look, "can't you even close the door?"

"Sorry, Professor." Sean had a toothache. Faced with Snape one-on-one, the mental pressure was so great...

Especially after he set off those fireworks.

Snape's office was just like himself, dark and gloomy, with nothing bright in sight. There were many huge glass jars placed on the shelves against the wall, and various disgusting specimens were floating back and forth in them.

Snape walked behind the desk. He did not sit down, but looked at Sean coldly.

"Professor, what do I need to do?" Sean asked.

"Wallup," Snape finally spoke, leaning forward slightly with disgust in his tone, "Do you think that provoking the Dark Lord is something that makes you proud?"