HP: The New God from Hogwarts

The most terrible thing still happened.

Momomo once left marks on Newt's double-sided mirror and suitcase. When she used the Flying Thunder God to reach the two items, she was in an abandoned wooden house.

The suitcase was stained with mud and was hurriedly stuffed among a pile of discarded debris. The double-sided mirror was covered with cracks like spider webs, and it lay alone in the pitted mud.

There were messy blood stains everywhere in the room. From those mottled dark red traces, it was not difficult for her to guess what Newt had experienced here.

The nerves were in extreme pain, causing severe and sharp tinnitus, and everything before her eyes became blurry. She knelt down on the muddy ground, gasping for air, holding on to the suitcase and trying to stabilize her limp body.

Her nails dug into her palms. First, she had to wake up.

She put the double-sided mirror back into her pocket, picked up her suitcase, and returned to the room in the ice base again.

Use the cleaning spell to remove the mud on the surface of the box, and Tao Wu opens the suitcase.

The old photo hanging on the inner floor changed positions, was taken down many times, and then hung up again.

Taowu knew that she seemed to have seen that clumsy and gentle guy take off the precious photo countless times and wanted to take it with him to look at it at any time, but he was also afraid that if he was in danger, the photo would expose his beloved girl. After taking it off, Again and again, hang the photo back on the inside of the box.

She gently touched the bright and vivid face of the boy in the photo, and then jumped out of the box.

"Who are you! Where is Mr. Scamander!"

As soon as Taowu fell to the ground, a messy-looking little boy held Newt's wand in both hands and pointed at Taowu. His eyes were full of wariness, and there was black energy surrounding his body.

This should be the Obscurus who caused the commotion.

"Wizard!" Momo was not in the mood to comfort the child. She was not a kind person like Newt. "Here comes the magic wand."

Newt's wand flew from the child's hand to Momo's hand in a whoosh. When the wand touched her hand, it began to glow with a dazzling blue light.

Momomo saw the last scene of Newt.

Paris is under martial law after the Obscurials cause riots, and they even have instruments that can monitor magical fluctuations.

Newt and the child were trapped in Paris. They couldn't get out, and the rescue wizard couldn't get in. The local wizards in Paris actually got wind of the news before martial law and abandoned him and ran away. It was obviously they who asked him to come to help. .

Finally, the Witch Hunting Association found Newt in a small town in Paris. He hid the child in a suitcase, and then used a shrinking spell to make the suitcase smaller and put it in his pocket.

He walked out of the house and found that the lively crowd on the street had disappeared. A dozen men in gray trench coats slowly approached him. Taowu saw that their pockets were bulging, which should be the newly developed products that Mrs. Bird said. arms.

He tried to use Apparition, but he didn't know what went wrong, but it failed. In desperation, he could only use the armor spell on himself and escape.

Momo saw them take out new weapons, and the white beam easily shattered his armor spell, shot through his shoulder, and hit his knee...

He gritted his teeth and dragged his broken body to the dilapidated wooden house, unable to let the suitcase fall into their hands.

Out of fear of the wizard, those people did not rush in immediately. They cautiously approached the cabin little by little with weapons in hand, giving Newt some time.

He sat on the muddy ground. His windbreaker was stained with blood and mud. The bright red blood kept flowing from the wound. He touched his pocket and found that there was no blood left.

His right hand, stained with blood and mud, took out a double-sided mirror from his pocket. He looked at the mirror with sad and broken eyes, gently touched the mirror and closed his eyes, letting a drop of tears fall.

When he opened his eyes again, it was with firm determination. He threw the double-sided mirror aside, and the red light from the wand in his hand hit the mirror, shattering his last concern.

Taowu opened her mouth, her tears were really salty.

Why didn't she understand that he cut off all life from himself and smashed the double-sided mirror to prevent the double-sided mirror from falling into the hands of the other party and use the mirror to lure her into taking the bait?

They are real witch hunters and have sharp weapons in their hands that can deal with witches. He cannot let her be in any danger.

Newt restored the suitcase to its original shape, threw the wand inside, rubbed it on the muddy ground several times, and then threw the dirty suitcase into the pile of groceries, blending perfectly into the pile of waste.

After the group of beasts broke into the wooden house, they shot him several times with their weapons, although he never attacked them from beginning to end.

Momo watched helplessly as they dragged Newt away, who was unable to move. She stood in a misplaced time and space, unable to even protect him.

In fact, he could hide in the suitcase, but once he did, the other party would definitely notice the unusual suitcase.

Therefore, in the end, he chose to give up on himself, use himself to attract the attention of those Muggles, and hide the box that carried so many lives.

He is a true Hufflepuff.

A complete idiot.

"You are the child that Newt rescued. I have no time to take care of you now. There is water and food here, and it is safe. You just stay here for now."

Momo looked at the boy, her hand holding Newt's wand trembling uncontrollably.

The boy saw that she was not an enemy, nodded obediently, and watched her leave the box.

In the dim room, only the flickering fire of the fireplace was the only source of light.

Taowu closed the suitcase, and her whole body lost all strength. She knelt down by the bed and placed her hands on the suitcase. The hot liquid fell on the suitcase and spread dark brown water stains.

Little Phoebe opened her eyes and looked blankly at her owner who was deep in grief. She ran over, jumped onto Taowu's shoulders, hugged her neck with her two little paws, and rubbed her furry face. her tears.

Taowu hugged Phoebe tightly and cried bitterly. This was the first time she had truly shed tears since she came to this world.

Tom stood silently behind her, his face gloomy. He didn't like to see her cry at all.

Her heart ached for that soft-hearted fool.

He sat down next to Taowu, hooked her arm into his arms, reached out and took out her wand from her pocket, and rubbed it carefully.

His eyes were cold, sinister, and without a trace of concealment. He lowered his head, his thin lips close to Taowu's ear, and the young man's voice was contemptuous and vicious.

"Luna, take me to Paris. Those ignorant Muggles dare to treat wizards like this."

"Let me help you and be with you."

"Kill them all."