Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

The morning sun shone by the window, but it didn't make the professor feel even a little better... His desk was filled with piles of cigarette ashes and cigarette butts.

"Huh..." Rozier exhaled a long breath of smoke, then shook his head and read the letter in front of him again.

There is not much content, only one sentence.

"Albion, I hope you will return to Paris as soon as you receive the letter..."

"..."

Rozier pursed her lips slightly, this is not a good thing... The fewer words, it means that the matter is becoming more and more urgent. You know, Aunt Vida has not been in good health since that illness.

Rozier didn't want anything to happen to his only relative...especially since she was also connected to two factions within the Umbrella Party.

If Vader dies, a power struggle is likely to break out within the Wiccan Party, which is not a good thing for Lord Grindelwald's career.

He frowned as he watched the first ray of sunlight shine on his face from the gap in the tower of Hogwarts... The dazzling light made him lower his head involuntarily.

There is no time to waste.

He paused slightly, then stood up and picked up the robe hanging on the hanger. He wanted to go find Professor McGonagall...to ask for a leave, and he wanted to return to Paris immediately.

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"Professor Rozier, how long will you be away for?" McGonagall asked slowly, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

"About a week." Rozier looked at the serious vice principal in front of him and said, "I will be back next week."

"Okay..." McGonagall nodded and said, "It's the end of the term soon, Professor Rosier."

"The kids at Hogwarts don't want you to leave."

"I understand." Rozier said after a few seconds of silence, "Maybe some professors can take my place in class first."

"I can give him the lesson plan first."

Rozier's words made Mag nod: "This is also a solution." After saying that, Mag picked up the seal on the table and gently covered it on a piece of parchment.

"By the way...Professor McGonagall." Rozier thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I won't be able to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester."

"Because of family matters?" Mag frowned slightly. She originally thought that this dedicated professor could last a little longer... Unexpectedly, he would also leave next semester.

You know, the matter of finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for Hogwarts every year has always been a worry for McGonagall... Those strange rumors shouldn't be true, right?

Mag is a little unsure now.

"Hmm." Naturally, Rozier didn't know the legend about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. He felt that the matters within the Wiccan Party might not be resolved in a short time.

Sigh... Thinking of this, Rozier sighed again in his heart. He thought of that gifted boy... If he left just like that, he probably would no longer be able to contribute to Lord Grindelwald's cause.

This is not a good thing after all...

Rozier rubbed the stubble on his chin slightly, and then took the document from Mag.

This could help him quickly leave the British wizarding world for France.

"Professor Rosier, give the lesson plan to Professor Snape." McGonagall said before he left: "He may be willing to help you."

"Well..." Rozier was stunned for a moment. He didn't think that the cold professor would be willing...

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Rozier family estate in Paris

The plainly dressed old man was lying on the bed, and beside her stood several wizards in suits and ties.

"Aunt Vader... Albion's reply has arrived." The young wizard approached and said.

As he spoke, looks of disgust flashed across the faces of the other wizards.

Among them was Marston's father, who was sent to Azkaban by Dumbledore.

He stared at the wizard who spoke with a serious expression, as if he hoped to release a killing curse with his eyes.

"I know..." Vida said slowly. Her body had recovered a lot...but with the sudden illness in the past few days, she felt that her body was getting worse and worse.

"Ms. Rozier... I suggest you go out for a walk more often, and then think less about the past..." The doctor who was taking care of Vida's condition said: "You have too many worries in your heart."

"..." Vida shook her head silently. She knew that what the doctor in front of her said was right. Whenever she saw the statue in the manor, she could think of what happened decades ago.

The Wiccan Party, Lord Grindelwald...Dumbledore...

The past of all this shrouded the old man like a haze, making her feel breathless at times.

She could see those people as soon as she closed her eyes, and as soon as the surroundings became quiet, she could hear the words "For the greater good..."

Even looking at these people standing in the hall, Vader could remember how loyal they were and how much they admired Lord Grindelwald.

But things are different now... Wizards from different countries are united by the same belief, but when that belief dissipates, Vader doesn't know whether they can remain as silent as they are now.

But she felt that she should be able to hold on for a while... at least...

"Mr. Rozier, I suggest you cover the statue first..." The doctor said to another member of the Rozier family, Philip Rozier: "Memories are the sharpest knife that kills the old man."

"I understand." Phillip nodded, "I will let someone go..."

"What are you going to do?" A slightly stiff French interrupted Philip's words, and a neatly dressed and meticulous old man looked at him.

The old man's face was as hard as rock, but his eyes were as cunning as a fox.

"Mr. Muller..." Philip frowned slightly. The guy in front of him was the leader of the German faction of the Umbrella Party...the first generation member who had followed Lord Grindelwald since the past.

Of course, he was still not as trustworthy as Aunt Vida.

However, as Vida became seriously ill, the previously silent man finally made some noise.

"I remember that the statue of Lord Grindelwald seems to have been standing there for more than 50 years." Muller said slowly: "I also believe that he will continue to stand there."

"Isn't it?"

His voice was low, and a gloomy aura spread over his whole body, which made Phillip lower his head slightly and seemed a little out of breath.

Fortunately, Vida, who was lying inside, seemed to hear Mueller's voice. She slowly said: "Mueller, long time no see..."

"Oh...that's right." Mueller suddenly smiled and walked into the room enthusiastically, as if the gloom just now was just an illusion.

"Huh..." Phillip took a deep breath looking at his back, and then left here quickly...