Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Good morning, Newt..." The gentle old man brought a cup of honey tea to another cramped old man, "Drink something and have a rest. You have walked a long way."

"Thank you..." Newt nodded lightly, then carefully held the cup of honey tea: "There has been no contact for a while..."

"Oh..." The gentle old man chuckled. He looked at Newt with a smile: "I have to say... you are still like that..."

"Not good at words."

"Sorry." Newt lowered his head and apologized softly. His apology made the old man's face become gentler. He looked at the familiar appearance of the old man in front of him and felt a little relieved.

"Newt has nothing to apologize for..." He grabbed a chocolate cockroach running on the table and stuffed it into his mouth: "Are you here because of... Carlos Emmanuel?"

"Uh...that's right." Newt looked at the old man in front of him. He had always respected him since he met him, or maybe he was a little afraid of him...

Albus Dumbledore was both his former teacher and his comrade during the fight against Grindelwald... But no matter what, Newt felt that he couldn't see through the old man in front of him... and he, too, Being seen clearly in front of him.

Sometimes, like a timid ball-escape bird, Newt wished he could teleport out of Dumbledore's sight.

But now...for the sake of his grandson...Newt can only come to this familiar but unfamiliar place.

"As far as I know, Mr. Emmanuel will be the new student this year." Dumbledore said slowly: "Hogwarts is safe... nothing will happen."

"No... no..." Newt shook his head quickly. He subconsciously wanted to say that Hogwarts might no longer be safe with Carlos, but after careful consideration, he waved his hand.

"I hope..." He raised his eyes and glanced at Dumbledore's expression, and found that his face was gentle, so Newt mustered up the courage to say: "I hope Carlos can bring magical animals to school..."

"Well..." Dumbledore was silent for a few seconds, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Newt..." He called out to his former students who were thinking deeply, "You are one of my favorite students..."

Newt trembled when he heard Dumbledore's words. He couldn't help but remember how he was tortured by Grindelwald the last time Dumbledore praised him like this...

"So, I will satisfy your request..." Dumbledore nodded slightly. His words made Newt relieved, but immediately, Dumbledore asked again: "Mr. Emmanuel will lead What magical animals are admitted?”

"If nothing unexpected happens..." Newt weighed his tone and said, "It will be a Niffler."

"Sniff?" Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Very cute magical animals..." He looked at the book held in Newt's arms while thinking.

"Then...why are you holding a cooking manual?"

"Ahem..." Newt coughed slightly and then started to explain.

"I understand."

Dumbledore nodded understandingly, "I will help you."

"We are friends after all, right?"

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"Thunderbird feather core, alder body... twelve and a quarter inches." Ollivander took out a light red wand from the box.

"It likes gentle and helpful masters... and it is also particularly suitable for using silent spells." Ollivander watched the boy in front of him take the wand and nodded slightly.

"And the core of the thunderbird feathers is very sensitive..." Ollivander said thoughtfully: "Maybe it will release the spell one step faster than you."

Carlos looked at the wand handed to him with interest, then put his finger on it and flicked it slightly.

Gorgeous sparks burst out from the tip of the wand, then lit up twinkling fireworks in the cramped wand shop.

"Not bad! Not bad!" Ollivander said excitedly: "You fit it very well."

Tina also looked at Carlos happily. You must know that the core of the thunderbird feathers is placed in Ilvermorny (the wizarding college in the United States), which is an incredible achievement. After all, a college there is named after Thunderbird.

"So, I now have a magic wand, right?" Carlos looked at Tina and Ollivander happily, and he also pulled Mane out of his sleeve.

"Then you can try sweet and sour pork tonight..."

Not paying attention to the child's words, Ollivander looked at Tina and nodded slightly: "Seven gold galleons, madam."

Satisfied, Tina took out the Gallon from her arms and placed it on Ollivander's hand: "Thank you for your help..."

"But Madam is not British, right?"

"How do you know?" Tina asked curiously.

"Because I know every wand..." Ollivander said with a smile, "But I have no impression of your wand."

"This was purchased in the United States," Tina explained with a smile.

"I see..." The exchange between the two was brief. After only a brief exchange, Tina left with Carlos.

"If the wand is damaged, you can come here to repair it." Ollivander reminded them before they left: "Don't try to repair the wand yourself."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ollivander." Tina waved her hand and said.

"Let's go buy textbooks next," Tina said casually, not caring that her grandson was already holding the wand and trying to make their dinner.

"Hoola hoola, I'll turn you into a sweet and sour pork loin." Carlos waved his wand and touched Mane's belly, but it had no effect other than poking out the small stone in Sniff's pocket.

"It doesn't look like it's working..." Carlos watched in silence as Mane packed his pockets, and had no choice but to put Xiu Xiu back into his sleeve.

I have to say, making sweet and sour pork seems very difficult...

"After buying the textbooks, we can go home." Tina flicked her wand, causing the textbooks to flutter gently behind her.

"It's just that this letter came too late." Tina said casually: "Otherwise we could have started preparing early."

"After all, today is August 29th."

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"Harry..." Hagrid looked at the boy who was looking curiously and anxiously in the tavern, "Have you seen...that little stone?"

"Little stone?" Harry was a little surprised. He hadn't noticed the thing following Hagrid...

"I wanted to take it to Dumbledore..." Hagrid said anxiously, "But I've lost it now."

Just like his own buttons... Harry glanced at the gap in the cuffs and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Then should we go look for it?" Harry asked, "Go and look for it in Diagon Alley?"

"It's too chaotic there..." Hagrid shook his head, "And it's already late at night." The reckless giant looked very agitated... He walked back and forth in the tavern, making dull footsteps. Harry couldn't help but feel nervous.

"No... no..." Hagrid shook his head and said to Harry: "Harry, I have to leave tonight and go back to Hogwarts."

"I'm going to find Dumbledore...and tell him about this." Hagrid said and nodded: "Harry, if nothing else happens, I will be back tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Hagrid picked up his umbrella and walked out of Diagon Alley. It was obvious that this matter was indeed urgent.

But this also made the bar quiet. Looking at the white owl in front of him, Harry smiled softly.

"Hedwig, I believe Hagrid can find the stone."