Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Gentlemen...ladies, welcome to Hogwarts..." Dumbledore gently glanced at the young wizards sitting there: "Meeting here means that our new school year at Hogwarts is about to begin. ”

"This year, we have welcomed another group of little wizards, who will become our new friends... Because of this, I would like to remind everyone again of some things that need attention."

Dumbledore slowly said: "The first is the evaluation of the House Cup. Every year there is a House Cup in Hogwarts. What you do will win points for your house."

"Of course, points may be deducted." His eyes blinked at the two red-haired boys Carlos had noticed before, as if to remind them of the same thing.

“The house with the most points gets the House Cup.”

"It's actually useless." A Hufflepuff senior muttered: "We Hufflepuffs don't need this thing either..."

"That's right." Another student nodded: "How about eating something good tonight..."

well.

Carlos's smile became even wider. This was his favorite college atmosphere.

"In addition to the Academy Cup, I would also like to warn everyone..."

"First of all, there is the issue of the Forbidden Forest." His expression became slightly serious: "The Forbidden Forest is a very dangerous place... No young wizard should enter the Forbidden Forest without the company of a professor."

For some reason, Carlos felt that his eyes stayed on him for a while...

I will not go to the Forbidden Forest...well...not yet...

"Then, I want to introduce to you our professor changes this year." Dumbledore said, extending his hand and pointing slightly at the professor's seat behind him.

"First, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..." As Dumbledore spoke, a tall man stood up. He had neat short black hair and a kind and friendly smile. , the gray beard shows that he is not too young.

"Professor Albion Rozier..."

"Hello everyone." Professor Rosier nodded lightly: "I am from France... I am honored to be here to teach the future stars of the British magic world." His words made the young wizards feel good.

Carlos applauded him softly.

Watching Rozier sit down, Dumbledore nodded slightly and continued: "Then our Muggle Studies Professor..."

"Professor Quirinus Quirrell has completed his travels and has now returned to his post."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, and a rather young-looking professor stood up. His head was wrapped in a scarf. He looked a little crazy, but he did appear to be extremely calm when he spoke.

"Hello everyone, more than a year of traveling has made me make great progress, and it has also given me more confidence to teach everyone the subject of Muggle Studies."

His decent speech made the students applaud softly. A Hufflepuff student next to Carlos nodded and said, "I heard that Professor Quirrell is an expert in Muggle studies."

"Carlos Emmanuel." Carlos nodded and held out his hand to him.

"Cedric Diggory." The young and handsome student shook hands with Carlos gently: "If you have any questions, you can ask me... I am in the third grade now."

"Thank you." Carlos nodded, and then asked him how to get to the kitchen...

"Okay, everyone..." Dumbledore clapped his hands and said, "I know everyone is very tired... So, let the banquet begin!"

He clapped his hands, and countless delicacies immediately appeared on the table.

"Merlin!" Carlos looked at the roast chicken and chicken legs that appeared in front of him in surprise.

"Please use it slowly, everyone!"

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, the little wizards had already started their tasting journey. Carlos held the chicken drumstick in one hand and grabbed the pastries on the table with the other hand.

Compared to him, Ernie seemed to be more of a gentleman. He was holding a chicken wing with both hands and tearing the crispy skin dripping with juice.

This is the joy of a wizard!

The banquet at Hogwarts made Carlos feel satisfied and even a little happy.

However, it seemed that it was bad luck. Before he could taste the delicious food, a paper airplane flew in front of Carlos at some unknown time.

"What is this?" Carlos was stunned for a moment. The little badgers around him were enjoying a carnival of food. Harry and Ron were also laughing and chatting at this time.

So whose thing is this?

Carlos wiped the grease stains on the handkerchief beside the table and then casually took apart the paper airplane.

"Sir Carlos Emmanuel, a letter to you from some old bee who likes wool socks."

"Your pet Xiu Xiu seems to have taken my things. Can you please come to the side door of the auditorium to talk to me?"

Carlos was stunned for a moment. Who did Mane offend?

Why do people come to your door?

Carlos nodded angrily, and it made him unable to continue enjoying his dinner... Wait, Mane, I will suddenly learn how to make sweet and sour pork tonight.

Try to get you into my warm belly before Christmas.

Carlos looked around, but no one seemed to notice him, so he stood up carefully and walked towards the side of the auditorium.

I don’t know if I will be deducted if I leave the banquet at will?

Carlos carefully came to the side corridor of the auditorium. He didn't want Hufflepuff to be deducted points on the first day...well...although they didn't care, he didn't care much either...

"Good evening, Carlos." A gentle voice came. When he looked up, Carlos saw the owner of the voice, Principal Dumbledore. He was looking at him with a smile and holding his cooking manual in his hand.

"Good evening, Principal Dumbledore." Carlos nodded politely, then looked at Dumbledore's face.

"Carlos, this book is yours, right?"

"That's right." Carlos nodded, then took the cooking manual from Dumbledore... and looked at it carefully. It seemed that it had not been damaged by Dumbledore.

"Don't worry...I kept it well." Dumbledore said with a smile: "I know your grandfather Newt."

"we are very good friends."

"Are you really Grandpa Newt's friend?" Carlos expressed doubt: "I have never seen you come to my house."

"Oh~" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "Then Newt should also mention me often."

"No."

"Didn't he mention what happened 50 years ago?"

"Are you talking about the wedding with Grandma Tina?"

"No, no, no..." Dumbledore shook his head thoughtfully: "Didn't he tell you how he... helped me defeat Grindelwald?"

"No." Carlos looked at Dumbledore strangely: "Principal Dumbledore, are you a little... lonely?"

"This happens to some magical animals too...Grandpa Newt always finds a mate for them."

Carlos looked at Dumbledore and nodded and said, "Maybe... I can help you too?"

Looking at Carlos with an eager face, Dumbledore shook his head with a dumb smile: "No, Carlos..."

"I found you because of the Niffler thing..." Dumbledore said, "Your Niffler took my little baby."

"Well..." Carlos nodded: "Mane is always like this...it can never control its own hands."

"Sniff, come flying." Carlos flicked his wand, and then grabbed Mane who flew out. He seemed to be enjoying his treasure, and even had a gold necklace hanging around his neck. "

"So Grandma Tina's necklace was stolen by you too?" Carlos lifted the back of Manet's neck, and then flicked Manet's head with his other hand.

"Woooooo!"

"Okay, stop quibbling..." Looking at the struggling Xiu Xiu, Carlos scratched Mane's belly and said, "Quickly take out Principal Dumbledore's things!"

"Woo?" Mane stopped struggling, glanced at Dumbledore, and then shook his head in confusion.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, it said it didn't take anything from you," Carlos said.

"Oh...seriously, it was taken from Hagrid," Dumbledore added.

"Hagrid?" Carlos looked at Mane: "You guy...take your things out quickly!"

"Woooo!" After struggling, a small crystal clear stone fell out from Mane's pocket, reflecting little silver light in the white moonlight.