HP: The New God from Hogwarts

Newt really likes this obedient fire-breathing dragon who has already recognized him as his father. Its gray-green eyes sparkle brightly against the red background.

So, when Tao Wu took out her small homemade Pokémon Ball, he held her hand to prevent her from putting Charizard into such a small space:

"Charizard will be uncomfortable in this ball."

Tao Wu lowered her head and looked at the somewhat heavy iron simulated red and white ball in her hand, a little puzzled: "I cast a traceless extension spell on the space inside the ball, so it doesn't feel cramped."

"Even after the extension spell was cast, there is no living creature in there." Newt hugged the fire-breathing dragon's neck and gently pressed his cheek against its hard red scales. His voice was gentle and lonely. "How lonely it must be."

As he looked at the fire dragon, he thought of himself. They were all once poor creatures abandoned by Tao Wu in the turbulence of time, licking their wounds alone during the long and lonely years.

Tao Wu must have adopted this fire dragon a long, long time ago, and it is even possible that her timeline is even older than her own.

But Newt wouldn't ask. He wouldn't force her to say something she didn't want to say unless she wanted to.

Tao Wu weighed the messenger bag hanging on her body, and the other heavy metal ball in the cloth bag bounced twice: "The Abo monster is also in the ball, and you didn't say anything for it!"

Newt was speechless, his cheeks flushed slightly as he opened his mouth and turned his head to the other side.

"Then where do you plan to let Charizard stay?" Tao Wu did not intend to let him go, and continued to ask, "You can't let it stay in the Forbidden Forest, do you want Hagrid to help take care of it?"

Hearing her mention Hagrid, Newt quickly turned around and decisively rejected the idea: "Merlin, this idea is totally unfeasible. Rubeus pays no attention to the lethality and danger of these big guys. He will not restrain the fire-breathing dragon, just like he did not restrain the giant spider in the past."

As he spoke, he squatted down, placed the suitcase in his hand on the still hot grass, casually placed his slender index finger on the buckle, and looked up at Tao Wu:

"I think this place is a good temporary residence for Charizard."

Newt may not understand Charizard, but Taowu knows his own dragon thoroughly. Once such a warmongering dragon with an extremely bad temper enters Newt's suitcase, it will be a disaster for the other magical creatures inside.

"Charizard's personality——"

She tried to dissuade him from the idea by persuasion.

But Newt was already looking at Charizard with a smile, his palm gently stroking its head. He asked softly, "Charizard, are you willing to live in Daddy's suitcase and get along well with Daddy's other children?"

In its life, Charizard had only seen Taomist, who was more irritable than itself, but had never seen anyone as gentle as Newt. It immediately fell in love with this gentle father, nodded obediently, and even hummed in its throat.

"Good boy."

Newt kissed the slightly soft part under Charizard's eyes, then opened the suitcase. Following his guidance, Charizard obediently dived into the suitcase.

Tao Wu looked at how worthless it was in front of Newt, smiled and shook her head, and did not try to stop it.

Because of the Charizard, Taowu and Newt were delayed for some time. When they arrived at Hogsmeade, the town was already lit up with warm and bright lights.

The sign of the Three Broomsticks Bar was also flickering in the night. Newt reached out and grasped the door handle of the wooden door of the bar, and was about to open the door for Taowu.

"boom--"

A loud noise came from the shabby yet familiar little restaurant diagonally behind, as if something exploded inside, or two top wizards were fighting inside.

Tao Wu and Newt did not rush into the Three Broomsticks Bar. They looked at each other and said two words in tacit understanding.

"Pig's Head Bar!"

"Aberforth!"

And in the Hog's Head Bar, twenty minutes ago -

Dumbledore brought the young Grindelwald to the bar run by his brother.

I hadn't had time to come to the Hog's Head Inn before because of the various complicated matters at the Ministry of Magic. After all, Grindelwald's superficial identity was Aberforth's grandson, so I had to inform Aberforth about this matter.

When Dumbledore pushed open the heavy wooden door that was covered with a thick layer of grease, the smell of rotting wood rushed into Grindelwald's nostrils. He looked at the dim and dirty environment inside and couldn't help but frowned in disgust.

There was no customer at the Pig's Head at night, and it was not as good as the Three Broomsticks opposite.

Aberforth was taking a nap at the bar, his white beard resting on the hardly cleaned countertop, while Balder was sitting at the bar, studying the mixing plans for various cocktails.

He was the first to see Dumbledore, and immediately put down the colorful wine glass in his hand, raised a bright smile, and shouted to Dumbledore crisply:

"Uncle!"

Dumbledore walked quickly to him and gently rubbed his fluffy hair with his rough palms: "Good evening, dear Balder."

Grindelwald did not follow Dumbledore forward. He stood at a distance from Dumbledore, looking at the face that was similar to the man in his memory with a complicated look.

It was because of him that the child's time was sealed for many years and he was unable to see his biological parents for the last time.

Balder noticed Grindelwald's gaze. He looked up at the strange brother with a beautiful face and asked Dumbledore in confusion: "Great uncle, who is this brother? Is he your grandson?"

Before Dumbledore could answer Baldur, Aberforth woke up slowly. He propped up his chin, looked at the young Grindelwald with sharp eyes, and asked pointedly:

"Who is he? He has such a disgusting appearance!"

In fact, when Aberforth saw Grindelwald for the first time, the strong disgust in his body had already told him the true identity of the blond boy in front of him.

Dumbledore walked up to Grindelwald and smiled slightly: "This is a distant relative of Ms. Shibbada, but the surname Grindelwald may cause some panic, so I made up an identity for this child-"

Aberforth did not interrupt him, but just raised his long eyebrows and waited for him to continue.

Dumbledore curled his fingers in front of his mouth and coughed lightly, then continued, "I declare to the public that this child is the child of your other illegitimate son, that is, your grandson, Balder's brother."

The corners of Aberforth's mouth twitched, a little like he was angry, and a little like he was forcing a smile. He walked to Grindelwald's side and patted him on the shoulder:

"Good grandson, call me grandpa!"

Grindelwald's eyebrows jumped twice, then he took out a black iron rod from his pocket and pointed it at Aberforth:

"Gatling!"