HP: The New God from Hogwarts

"It's okay, I'll watch them."

After the man finished speaking, he took off the tightly wrapped cashmere scarf and hung it on the mahogany hanger at the door.

He was holding a dark brown leather suitcase in his right hand and took off his windbreaker with one hand. With a flick of his wand, the windbreaker flew to the hanger and hung on the edge of the scarf.

"Did you come back from New York?" The secretary took the box from the man and locked it in the cabinet aside. This is a very important item for Mr. Scamander.

"No, it's the Santangol Prairie. I found an injured thunderbird there." The man unbuttoned his cufflinks, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt a few times, and then walked towards the minister's office. .

The secretary watched him walk into the minister's office, smiled and shook his head, sat down and continued to process the documents on the table.

This Mr. Scamander is truly a legendary figure. His glorious deeds are just like those of his mentor Dumbledore, which could not be fully described in three days and three nights, but he still looks like he is twenty-six or seventeen years old. And his actual age is much older than his current appearance.

Even Nico Flamel, who lived hundreds of years, didn't know how he stayed young forever.

"Oh, children, you should be sleeping soundly in the Hogwarts castle now, instead of bringing a fat uncle with a big head and big ears and a bruised nose and face to play games with me." Fudge didn't seem to recognize Peter. , he thought that Momo and Harry were just children who liked to play pranks, just like the two Arthur children who worked in the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.

"Harry, it's not a good thing to imitate George and Fred. You have to know that Black escaped from prison a few days ago. It would be dangerous for you to leave Hogwarts and wander around at night. That mad dog doesn't know when. Come out and bite you to death."

Listening to Fudge's sarcastic words, Momo pushed Peter's fat body forward, and his bulging beer belly pressed against Fudge's desk.

"Instead of worrying about whether Harry will get bitten by a dog, let's talk about the story of the Ministry of Magic being toyed with by a stinky gutter rat for more than ten years."

Peter was forbidden to speak by her magic. He could only blush with a pig-headed face, pretending to be an innocent uncle who was teased by children, and looked at Fudge pitifully.

"My child, as the Minister of Magic, I have a lot of things to deal with every day, and I don't have the extra time to listen to your stories about dogs and mice." Fudge sat at the table and looked up at her impatiently, "If you If you don't leave immediately with our savior, I will have the Aurors arrest you for obstructing official business."

Momomo looked at Fudge's face, and her hands began to itch again. How many points will be deducted from Hufflepuff for beating the Minister of Magic?

"Connelly, why don't you listen to what she has to say?"

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Taowu looked back and saw that it was the man in the elevator just now. She finally saw his appearance this time.

After taking off the scarf, the handsome face is dotted with a few light freckles, which looks cute and playful. The thin lips that are pursed are the color of sweet bean paste, and they look very friendly.

He showed a gentle smile to Momo, which directly touched her heart.

She likes this brother! She loves it so much!

"Long time no see, Professor Scamander, you are still the same as before. Did you have a pleasant trip?" Fudge changed his contemptuous look, his face was full of false smiles, and he immediately left his seat to greet him.

Scamander? Was this the Newt Scamander she thought he was? But shouldn't he be an old man? At least he shouldn't be so young.

Maybe she used some magic to prevent herself from aging. Taowu's fingers gently scraped the ends of her hair, which was really interesting.

The thing that Tom tried so hard to get appeared in his old Hufflepuff senior, making it even more ridiculous that he had been trying to kill himself for so many years.

"It went well. Your information was very accurate. I easily found the seriously injured Thunderbird." The man walked up to Taowu with a warm smile on his face. "Tell me about your story, little one." girl."

"Thank you, sir." Taowu breathed a sigh of relief. She thought she would have to beat Fudge tonight, which would require Harry to skin many toads.

"Newt." The man answered her words with a smile, "My name."

"Okay, Grandpa Newt."

Newt almost couldn't catch his breath because of Momo's name, and he was shocked in Fudge's office.

"There's no need to add the last title, I don't look old."

"But your age is objective." Momo mischievously made a joke about Newt, enjoying looking at his helpless but extremely tolerant expression.

"Stop here and talk about him." Newt poked Peter's fat back with his wand, and the wand sank into a deep hole. "He's really fat."

Momo deeply agreed with this. She turned her head and complained to Harry in a low voice: "What did Ron feed him? He grew so fat. Is he fed pig feed?"

Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing. Then he realized that this was a serious occasion and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

Momogiri straightened his expression: "This is Peter Pettigrew, the real culprit who killed the Potters and killed a whole street of Muggles."

"How is this possible? Peter was brutally murdered by Black twelve years ago. When we rushed to the scene, the mad dog destroyed his body, leaving only an index finger." Fudge didn't even When he went to see Peter, he decisively denied what she said.

"You don't even see the body, so you dare to arbitrarily think that Peter is dead. It seems that your ability to solve cases is far worse than that of Muggles." Taowu untied the rope that tied Peter, took Peter's hand and moved up .

Peter gritted his teeth and pushed his hand down hard, trying not to let Taowu grab his hand.

Taowu chuckled, and when she exerted force on her hand, she heard a crisp sound. Peter's face turned the color of pig liver, showing an expression of extreme pain. His radial bone seemed to have been violently broken, and he could not use any force at all. She could only let her raise the right hand with the missing index finger high.

"See, this is Peter who is missing an index finger." Taowu moved Peter's hand directly to Fudge's face, letting him take a closer look.

Fudge took a step back in disgust: "There are so many coincidences in this world. You can't say with certainty that this fat pig is Peter with a hand that is missing an index finger."

Fat pig, Peter glanced at Fudge resentfully, but he couldn't speak.

Newt lowered his head and chuckled. The broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes. Without looking at the light and listening to the sound, Taowu could imagine his gentle smile.

He walked to the desk, pulled Fudge's wand out of the drawer and handed it to him.

"It's simple, Connelly, just Legilimency."