HP: The New God from Hogwarts

Momo felt that her Mr. Scamander was really easy to coax, and it would be better if he didn't let the wound on his back burst open because of his anger.

When we returned to the hospital wing, there were many people inside. A group of Slytherin students gathered around Draco's bedside, and Madam Pomfrey was also back.

Hagrid wasn't there anymore.

"I want to tell my dad to remove that wild man from his position and kill that pheasant! That old lunatic Dumbledore always chooses some lunatics to be professors at Hogwarts!" Draco was told by his friends They gathered in the middle and spoke loudly through gritted teeth.

Daphne touched the bandage on his hand distressedly: "It must hurt, Draco."

Astoria was squeezed into the periphery of the crowd by Daphne and Pansy. She looked a little lonely. Her eyes fell on her sister's hand that was touching the bandage, and she was a little envious.

"Huh, there's that Scamander! I also want to tell dad that he deliberately used me as a test subject for Professor Snape's newly developed potion!" Draco didn't see Taowu and Newt come in. Still chattering and complaining.

Madam Pomfrey stood beside his bed, holding a bottle of green potion in her hand, and interrupted him mercilessly: "That's almost it, Mr. Malfoy, you have to admit that Severus' potion makes Your wound healed faster, and you can now curse people vigorously here, thanks to your dean’s potion and Mr. Scamander’s bold attempt!”

As she spoke, she glanced at Newt, who had just returned from outside, and the bright red color on his back. She unceremoniously changed the target of attack from Draco to Newt.

"I said, Mr. Scamander, you have to open the wound several times every day. Do you have something on your mind? I asked you to stay in bed, but you are even more powerful now and don't write anything. Well, I ran out directly!"

Faced with Madam Pomfrey's loud reprimand, Newt touched his back awkwardly. His shirt seemed to be wet.

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and walked towards him with the bottle of potion: "Mr. Malfoy used Sev's potion and it worked very well. I think you should apply it too. Your wounds are always It won’t get better over and over again.”

Newt remembered Draco's painful expression when he applied the medicine, and his face changed dramatically. He took a step back, trying to escape.

"Luna, help me give the potion to this disobedient Mr. Scamander. I have to check whether Mr. Malfoy's bones are broken." Madam Pomfrey handed the potion to Newt who was standing there. Momo around me.

Momo held the potion in her hand, tilted her head and looked at Newt, then smiled at him and shook the potion bottle in her hand.

Newt sighed, resigned, and followed her as if obeying his fate.

Draco, who was constantly being cared about by the Slytherin students, also saw the two of them. The bright smile on Momo's face made him feel uncomfortable. He angrily said to Madam Pomfrey: "Why should Luna do this?" Old man, apply medicine! I want Luna to check my bones!"

Newt's footsteps paused, it was the old man again! He glanced at Taowu with resentment and secretly held a grudge in his heart. The next time Dumbledore invited him to be a professor, he would agree and deduct 10,000 points from Slytherin!

Daphne looked at Draco in disbelief. He actually said that he wanted the devil to come and examine him. Was it because Lucius Malfoy gave him the courage, or because he had no attachment to this beautiful world in the first place.

Madam Pomfrey gently raised his injured arm and said angrily: "Luna will not check whether the bones are broken, she will only break your bones!"

Taowu:? Are you connoting him, or are you connoting me?

Newt lay back on the bed, and Taowu closed all the curtains around the bed, blocking all sight.

In fact, in his life, he has been close to death many times and suffered many more serious injuries. Pain should be a common occurrence for Newt.

However, even though he should be used to it, he is still afraid of pain, no different from the boy who loved to hide behind his brother when he was young.

But, he no longer has a brother.

Taowu carefully took off his shirt, and his thin upper body was still outlined with beautiful muscle texture, full of deadly hormones.

She took the cotton gauze soaked in the potion and carefully and gently rubbed it over his wound.

Newt's hands clenched the sheets tightly, his teeth were clenched, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

When people are vulnerable, it is always easy to think of some important people.

"In the past, I loved magical animals, so I suffered a lot of injuries and got into a lot of trouble. It was Theseus who gave me medicine and cleaned up the mess for me..."

Newt's voice was broken, plain but sad: "But, he is gone. He was gone sixty-four years ago."

"When he went out that day, he brought an bouquet of roses and said he wanted to give them to Lita."

"It wasn't until I saw him lying there coldly that I knew that that day they went to ambush Grindelwald who was giving a speech at Lachaise Cemetery in order to save a group of people who had gone astray with their consciences intact."

He closed his eyes, and a crystal teardrop fell from the corner of his eye: "He said that he and Lita would watch me marry the girl I love. I thought what he said was true."

But in the end, there was no Lita and no him...

Taowu held his hand, squatted beside his bed, and pressed her face against his: "Newt, I will stay with you, always."

The guilt reached its peak at this moment. She hid Newt, she released Grindelwald, to be precise, she assisted him in escaping, and even used his power.

Life is not a fairy tale. There is not so much forgiveness across the innocent lives.

Scamander could never reconcile with Grindelwald, and Dumbledore could never write a happy ending with Grindelwald.

Nothing can transcend life and those innocent and kind souls.

She used to hate those dark wizards and werewolves whose hands were stained with innocent blood. If the Ministry of Magic could not sanction them, she would personally kill them.

While upholding justice, he also despises life.

The essential core of this world is a tragedy. Strip away the glamorous candy wrapper, and only the bloody reality remains.

The old photos filled in Dumbledore's locked drawer were the last love he could give Grindelwald.

And the countless views across the sea from the Nurmengard Tower and the repeated replies from Harry are only the highest level of sweetness that Grindelwald can ask for.

They all know that it is impossible to go back.

Mountain birds and fish have different paths, and the mountains and rivers will never meet again.

She squeezed Newt's hand.

"We will always be on the same road."

"We all chose Hufflepuff."