Hogwarts Melon Eater

Are there any other dog-shaped animals in Fantastic Beasts besides the three-headed dog? Swallowtail? But is the dog's tail in this newspaper normal?

Is it...

Adams' expression became serious, could it be... some kind of mysterious creature that has not yet been discovered?

"I'm sorry, Will, why do you say this black dog is amazing?" Adams took the newspaper away from his face.

"Don't say anything else, Mr. Pokebe," Will smiled mysteriously, "Have you ever seen a dog who can count, read, and accurately identify a woman's pregnancy after all these years? "

Adams shook his head honestly.

Even though he is a magical zoologist, he has seen many smart animals - the cat raccoon who can transmit information, the sniffle who is willing to steal everything from his master, or the lunar beast who can create complex geometric patterns...

The magical zoo at the teacher's house includes almost all kinds of magical animals.

But to be able to tell if a Muggle is pregnant, um...

I haven't seen that before.

"Not only that, the \'British Psychic Battle\' program team lost an expensive painting during the recording process, thinking it would never be found again, but the dog found it in the forest the next day—"

"It is said that this painting fell from the sky and smashed on the head of a staff member. It's a miracle!" Will said more and more excitedly, "Later, a zoologist said that the crow took the painting and made a nest - but How did the black dog find out!"

Adams shook his head and felt that it was not very real. \'The naysayer\' didn't dare to make it up like this. Could this be the imagination of Muggles?

"And the most explosive," the boss Will touched the shattered moustache on his face, his eyes glowed, and he tried hard to Amway Adams. "This dog is abnormal during a certain episode of the show."

"It first bit off a contestant's gauze cap and ran into the woods, then ran back and barked at the trash can in the bar. After everyone worked together to remove the trash can, the other contestant joked, \'Do you think this will happen next? Will there be something?\'"

Adams concentrated, "So... is there something down there?"

"Of course!" Will danced, "You would never have imagined it! There's a skeleton under there!"

"From the expert's appraisal, it may be something from two centuries ago! God knows why it is there! The owner of the bar is stunned!"

"The key is that in less than a day, the skeletons that were carefully preserved actually disappeared! The image captured by the surveillance video is that the skeletons flew out of the laboratory by themselves! This video was widely circulated, and finally a professional extracted a section from the noise. If it doesn't make sense—"

Will lowered his voice to create a mysterious atmosphere, "It was the voice of a little girl, many people thought it was the messenger of hell, she said—"

"The skeletons are flying!"

The newspaper in Adams' hand fell to the ground, and he hurriedly bent over to pick it up, "Uh...it's quite scary!"

Will kindly comforted Adams, "Yeah, I'm scared, I think it's pretty scary too! I didn't believe in these things very much before, but now I think magic, werewolf vampires and so on, it seems quite reasonable! The world is too big It's gone!"

As if thinking of something, Will looked at the watch in his hand and kindly reminded the stiff Adams, "Mr. Pokebe! Are you running late? You mentioned \'Double-tailed Duck Down Wholesale Factory\' before. 'It seems to be working at ten o'clock...'

\'A double-tailed duck down wholesale factory? \'

Adams also reacted for a while, oh, this is a temporary job created last time to make up for Will.

"Uh! Yes! Goodbye Will, have a good morning," Adams shook the newspaper, said goodbye to Will, and joined the hurrying work team.

Adams actually knew about the skull and crossbones that Will mentioned just now, but not from the Muggle newspapers, but from the Daily Prophet.

\'Sir Podmore's head is lost, and the lucky one will get a sack of Galleons! \'

The huge title is very eye-catching.

Adams was eating breakfast when he saw this title, a little envious.

If you have this money, you can buy more magical animals, and you don't have to worry about whether to choose the African chameleon or the Atlantic Chirac——

Only children do multiple-choice questions, and rich wizards want both.

Speaking of which... Adams turned the newspaper to the black dog, is this really some new magical beast? Maybe it's time to go to the teacher for appraisal, I haven't visited for a while, I don't know if the fire dragon newly adopted by the teacher is growing strong...

"DiDi!" The car horns on the road were still shouting frantically, and there was a modern atmosphere in the air. Adams groped for a gorgeous-looking card from his suit pocket.

\'Temporary notice from the Ministry of Magic: Due to the work error of \'Explosive Candy Disposal Department of the Ministry of Magic\', the magic candy accidentally exploded during transportation, causing the fireplace to be stuck with sticky candy and cannot be used. It has been expedited, please Ministry of Magic employees Use Displace to enter the Ministry of Magic, or use the Welcome Elevator. \'

Flip the card, and the address of the welcome elevator is written on the back - this is familiar to Adams. Since the rented apartment is nearby, Adams likes to take a few steps to experience the life atmosphere of the Muggle world, and enjoy the welcome of the Ministry of Magic. elevator.

After all, taking the elevator is much more comfortable than the "floo powder experience" like squeezing toothpaste.

"Mom, what are those uncles and aunts doing?"

A cute little girl with double ponytails looked at the long queue at the little phone booth, tilted her head and asked her mother a question.

The new mother didn't know how to answer the child's question, "Uh baby... They may have some important calls to make..."

"Then why don't they go to the phone booth next to them?" The little girl pointed to the empty phone booth next to her and asked a fatal question, "Is there clearly no one there?"

"Why do some of them still wear strange capes? Are they playing Batman?"

The little girl muttered ~www.NovelMTL.com~, her eyes suddenly lit up, "I see! Superman! They are going to dress up in the phone booth!"

"Crack," someone snapped their fingers.

The little girl suddenly lost her mind for a second, as if she didn't see anything just now, she usually took her mother's hand and acted like a spoiled child, "Mom, let's go to McDonald's."

"Eating McDonald's in the morning?" The new mother disagreed, "You can't eat fried food in the morning..."

They turned around and walked into the McDonald's on the street.

Adams became a fresh phone booth queuing person, "Good morning, Mr. Arthur, your Muggle shielding spell is really powerful."

"Good morning, Adams!" Arthur was eating his hearty breakfast, a fresh \'Molly's Special Burrito\', and freed his hand to touch his red hair, "The Muggle Shielding Charm is Practice makes perfect... oh!"

Arthur handed the burrito in Adams's direction, "Bricotta! My lady's specialty! Do you want a bite?"

Full of enthusiasm and kindness, Arthur's kindness is like his not bushy, but very warm red hair.

Adams smiled politely and refused. He raised the coffee in his hand, "No need for Mr. Arthur, I've already had breakfast."

"Ding!" The phone booth made a strange sound that didn't belong to a phone booth.

"Oh, it looks like the elevator has arrived," Adams said politely, "please invite Mr. Arthur first."

"Hoohoo (then I'm welcome)," Arthur, stuffing his mouth with burritos, stepped into the phone booth, typed \'62442\' on the phone, and raised his eyebrows at Adams outside the booth signal, then pick up the microphone.

"\'Hoohoo, hoohoo.\' (Have a good morning, Adams

Arthur disappeared into the phone booth.