Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Good morning, Harry." Walking into the auditorium, Carlos saw a tired-looking Harry and Ron. The two of them were sitting there with dark circles under their eyes, and they couldn't stop throwing their heads into tomato soup.

"Morning...good morning..." Harry nodded weakly.

"What are they doing?" Carlos looked at Hermione curiously. It couldn't be because he was too excited to know that I was coming back, right?

Who knew that Hermione rolled her eyes at Carlos, and then said helplessly: "Carlos, do you remember your Christmas gift?"

"Hmm..." Carlos nodded slightly: "What's wrong?" He divided a pot of quick-responsive but not slow spider soup into several bottles and gave them to his friends as Christmas gifts.

Carlos looked at Ron and Harry and said, "Could they..."

"Yeah." Hermione shrugged: "They drank all the potions you gave them as drinks last night."

"So they were so excited that they stayed up all night." Hermione said and took a sip of pumpkin juice.

"I feel, I feel like there are a thousand running goblins in my brain..." Ron lay on the table, his head shaking constantly.

"Ahem..." Carlos scratched his head: "Sorry, I forgot to tell you...don't drink that thing at night."

"Yes, we were quick to talk..." Harry muttered, then closed his eyes and stopped moving.

"Could he be dead?" Carlos poked Harry with his hand. Fortunately, the boy who survived snored slightly, otherwise Carlos might have to face a white devil. A professor, a Prisoner of Azkaban was under siege.

But think about it, he will get praise from a noseless monster who has been dead for more than ten years and has not been resurrected.

"This is a good thing." Hermione said after watching the two of them fall asleep: "They didn't have time to find any more treasures last night."

With that said, Hermione stood up: "Look on the bright side, Carlos, you prevented Gryffindor from being deducted more than twenty points."

"This doesn't seem to be a good thing for Hufflepuff." Carlos scratched his head and glanced at the gemstone hourglass on the podium. The two jars for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were empty.

After eating something, Carlos left the auditorium. He was going to find Professor Rozier. After all, he met Mr. Nicoléme during this holiday, and Mr. Nicoléme gave him some advice.

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"Tsk..." Rozier couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the letter in front of him. This letter was from Paris, but it was not from Vidal.

The letter came from another Rozier family member: Philip Rozier, Abigail's nephew.

He told Rozier something bad, that his aunt, Vida, seemed to be ill.

She fell seriously ill on Christmas Eve and remained in bed for several days.

This is no small matter for Rozier, because in the letter, young Philip also told Rozier about other people.

"Mueller has been making a lot of small moves recently. He has been in and out of the manor but unwilling to say what he is doing."

Rozier knew who Mueller was. He was another top figure within the Umbrella Party. After all, the Umbrella Party itself was not monolithic.

After Grindelwald's defeat, the Wiccan Party fell apart, but Vidal finally reorganized the Wiccan Party in France and gathered and protected all the former French Wiccan Party members. These people formed the French Wiccan Party. group.

The largest number of wizards under Grindelwald were German wizards like him. These members of the Witch Party were also the targets of the Wizengamot back then.

However, under the protection of Vader, many German Umbrellas were able to escape. These people joined the reorganized Umbrella Party and then formed another major force in the Umbrella Party.

German Pie.

It's just that thanks to the current leader of the Umbrella Party, Vidal, the German faction has always been under the French faction. These fanatical and dangerous Germans were suppressed by the more idealistic French, which also allowed the Umbrella Party to develop peacefully from that era. for many years.

But now...

Rozier couldn't help but frown. If his aunt Vida passed away, then the French faction would lose its biggest pillar of strength... It is very likely that the German faction would seize power.

But he thought for a few seconds, but felt that it didn't seem to have any impact... After all, it didn't matter who led the Wu Cui Party...

However, he was worried that those radical Germans would do something irrational...

Fortunately, at the end of the letter, Philip told Rozier that Vida was still in good health and that she had woken up and could speak. However, the doctor said that she should pay attention to her health, as her body was declining rapidly.

Rozier sighed and closed the letter, then silently lit the cigarette in his hand.

His other hand was slowly writing replies, one to Philip to comfort him, and one to Vida, telling her about Carlos.

That child's potential can indeed be used by the Wu Cui Party...

"Bang bang bang." There was a knock on the office door. Rozier raised his eyebrows and closed the letter.

"Come in," he said.

"Clap."

"Professor, Merry Christmas!" Carlos smiled and walked in from the door, then put the potion bottle in his hand on the table.

"Here's your Christmas present."

"Oh... thank you, Carlos." Rozier smiled, and then put out the cigarette in a subtle way with his other hand.

"What does it smell like?" Carlos smelled the smell in the air curiously, "It feels like the smell of a lizard."

"Ahem, maybe that's what it left behind before." Rozier was like a child who was caught doing something bad. He said awkwardly, and then threw the cigarette butt out with his hand behind his back (please don't imitate this. His unqualified behavior!)

"Is that so?" Carlos nodded clearly, and then said to Rozier: "Mr. Nicoléme came to our house during Christmas."

"Nicholas Flamel?" Rozier was slightly startled. He remembered that it was the maker of the Philosopher's Stone.

"Is he the maker of the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Yeah!" Carlos nodded and said, "That's him."

"He came to play with Grandpa Newt. By the way, he also taught me about magic cooking." Carlos said and took out his small notebook. On it was the recipe changed by Nicolas Flamel.

"This is a recipe he changed a bit."

"Well..." Rozier nodded and picked up the piece of paper. Nicoléme seemed to reduce the amount of some ingredients, and then increased the amount of some ingredients... He even added some salt and sugar. .

"Is this MSG?" Rozier looked at the ingredients and was stunned.

Why does it feel like magic cooking now?

"What's the matter? Mr. Nicoléme is very powerful, right?" Carlos said, "The bottle you taught me was made based on his words."

"I tasted it secretly and it tasted delicious."

"..." Rozier couldn't help but smile and shake his head: "What's the effect?"

"Well...it doesn't feel so exciting anymore." Carlos thought for a moment and said, "It's much better than before."

"As expected of him..." Just after he muttered, Rozier remembered that this guy had also ruined Lord Grindelwald's plan, and he couldn't help but cursed himself in his heart.

This guy is Lord Grindelwald's enemy. What's so great about him?

Rozier shook his head and looked at Carlos. He didn't think that the old guy had no intention of approaching Carlos... Maybe that strange necklace was the old guy's tracking spell!

Rozier knows that many old guys like children...and in a perverted way.

For example, Newt...such as Dumbledore...and maybe Nicolas Flamel...