Hogwarts players never admit defeat

When Chengzhenle and Merv came to Professor Kettleburn's hut after dinner, the first thing they saw was a hippogriff.

It seemed like its wings were injured.

He was struggling and wailing in the yard.

Fortunately, the professor cast a soundproofing spell around his residence and because the place was actually quite remote, its wailing sound did not attract the attention of the little wizards.

"Are you here?" Professor Kettleburn soon discovered them. "This child's wings were injured by those damn smugglers when he was a young hippogriff. He is such a poor child. He reckons I haven’t flown a few times.”

The professor looked lovingly at the wailing hippogriff and touched it. To Cheng Zhenle's surprise, the hippogriff did not resist, but stopped struggling and rubbed its head. Come on, Professor.

The professor's eyes showed even more affection, and he continued to add: "I just gave him some special medicine that I got from Snape. The medicine is probably too strong, and the child is in severe pain.

After he recovers from his injuries, I will call Alexander to fly him around for a few times, and I will probably release him in the Forbidden Forest. "

"This Hippogriff was probably caught by smugglers when it was still in its egg. It is very dear to us. The treatment for this magical animal is usually to heal its injuries and then let it be with it. Magical animals of the same species live together." Rolf seemed to be able to see the confusion behind Cheng Zhenle's serious appearance.

He answered patiently, "Alexander is the name of the hippogriff in the Forbidden Forest. It was treated by the professor when he was young, and it has lived in the Forbidden Forest ever since."

Cheng Zhenle smiled gratefully at Rolf, and then carefully wrote these down in his notebook.

Over there, the professor didn't care about the exchange between the two brats, but calmly took out a mouse from his pocket and fed it to the Hippogriff.

The hippogriff swallowed the mouse with joy and then fell asleep.

There was no need for Rolf to explain this time. Cheng Zhenle also knew that the rat must have been greedy for the sleeping potion.

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After placing the sleeping hippogriff, the professor first used a cleansing method to remove the excess smell from Cheng Zhenle and Rolf. After looking at the two junior students under his pretended to be stern eyes, After getting the protective gear in place, he nodded and led them open the door and walked in with confidence.

The only ones in the whole room were the professor's new magical animals, and none of the healthy magical animals he raised seemed to be here.

The baby ptarmigan, which looks like it has just hatched, is flashing with lightning.

The unicorn with so few good pieces of meat on it was probably hanging on to its life by magic potion.

A catnive whose fingernails and fangs have been stripped off.

Silenced bird painted in various colors.

The venom was completely squeezed out, and he was curled up into a cocoon and locked in a cage. He stared at the fire crab next to him with the gems dug out of his back.

These smuggled magical animals gave Cheng Zhenle and his party a warm welcome when they entered the room.

The lightning and thunder on the baby Thunderbird became more obvious, the unicorn began to tremble, the cat's fur like a mop exploded, and his mouth was still breathing, and the soundless bird jumped up and down restlessly, curling up. The Winged Demon let go of the Fire Crab and turned its attention to humans.

"Rolf, please take your curling-winged devil with you." The professor touched his white beard with his wooden hand and began to make arrangements. "In this way, the curling-winged devil's enlightenment and recent care work will be done." give it to you."

Rolf, who had frowned since he entered the room, nodded sternly, relaxed his expression, and walked towards the Winged Demon.

Then the professor turned his attention to Cheng Zhenle, who was only in the first grade. After taking a deep look at Cheng Zhenle, the professor's eyes lingered on each magical animal.

Finally, he walked to the side and took out a box that had a magical smell and couldn't tell what it was made of. He handed it to Cheng Zhenle and said with a serious face: "Smith, right? Your next task is to take care of the things in this incubator." Only a baby bird or snake that has not hatched.

I've been moving this morning. I think he's about to emerge from his shell. Just be careful and call me and Scamander as soon as he emerges from his shell. "

Cheng Zhenle naturally knew the professor's good intentions. He didn't have much experience in getting along with magical animals. His understanding of magical animals came either from books or from the explanations of seniors and sisters in the club.

For him, taking care of the birds and snakes that have not hatched may be the only thing he can do.

He solemnly took the incubator from the professor's hand.

The professor continued to ask: "This child's brothers were all killed by smugglers. I also went to see the bird-snake couples in the Forbidden Forest yesterday. They probably don't have the energy to raise another baby.

I also prepared some insects. You can feed them to him after he is born. If the little guy doesn’t like eating insects, I also prepared some mice, but he is too small. You may have to cut the mice into pieces before he can eat them. Keep eating. "

This time he really finished speaking. The professor pointed to the chair not far away from those magical animals and motioned for Cheng Zhenle to sit there with the incubator. He smiled and stretched out his hand to get closer to the one with more serious lightning and thunder. Ptarmigan baby.

Rolf's side also seemed to be going extremely smoothly, at least because he carried the Curly-winged Demon on his body, and the Curling-winged Demon that was eyeing his brain had not yet succeeded in eating his brain.

Looking at the busy and dancing seniors and professors, Cheng Zhenle, who looked a little idle while holding the incubator, patiently paid attention to the bird and snake eggs in the incubator together with the bowtruckle that had just emerged from his pocket.

Bird Snake Egg seemed to feel their burning eyes, and moved to show dignity.

"Move, move!"

Cheng Zhenle exclaimed.