The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Don't ever tell anyone... Hagrid! You'll burst my suitcase"

Hagrid sat on the edge of the bed with a sneer, while Newt Scamander opened the suitcase he was carrying with him. He only showed half of his body, a little sorry for the big man in front of him.

Cyrus and Hermione finally knew why Newt had to carry it with him, a suitcase that had been illegally modified with the Untrace Stretching Charm.

So Cyrus agreed to Newt with righteous words: "Don't worry, professor, we will never say anything..."

"Then why are you still standing there? Come on now... It's time for Zou Wu's meal." He seemed impatient to wait, and winked at the two of them, "Don't call me a professor... I've retired a long time ago. If it wasn't for the sirens"

When Newt first started class, it was almost Hagrid who introduced him, but sometimes he became very talkative when he talked about his field of expertise, especially when he was observing magical creatures.

He's just withdrawn, not dull.

Following Newt's example, Hermione and Cyrus walked into the box slowly under Hagrid's envious eyes. First, there was a simple wooden ladder for stepping on. It looked like a small workshop inside.

It contained almost everything, all kinds of books and drawings about magical creatures, and some glass test tubes contained blue steaming liquids that shimmered.

On the top of the test tube hangs a sac-like creature.

"Curled Wing Demon?"

Cyrus watched as Newt lifted it off the shelf, hanging it in his hand like a yo-yo, and pretended to rummage through it before throwing it at Cyrus suddenly.

The Winged Demon suddenly opened its mouth and wings and screamed at the two of them. They could even see the slightly protruding spikes on its back. In Cyrus' arms.

Newt pulled back his hand and put it back, showing a wry smile, like a child who succeeded in pranking.

Cyrus: Thanks Senior Newt for the scare.

And Stitch, who was lying on top of Cyrus' head, was threatening to go back with his teeth and claws, because he was also frightened just now.

"Maybe it shouldn't be allowed to fly around here..." He said to himself, but his movements paused for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal.

"This is my workshop." Newt handed an iron bucket to Cyrus, and picked up another one himself. "As you can see, this is where I keep my magical creatures."

Fantastic creature?stocking? ! !

Hermione could clearly see Cyrus' eyes light up gradually.

"By the way... what about the sirens?" Hermione hurriedly stopped the topic, not sure if one day Cyrus would follow Newt's example and carry a suitcase around every day, "Who are they communicating with now? Owl mail, right?"

"Ah~ Don't worry about this, the British Prime Minister has a government department dedicated to communication, and the Sirens also have people who are good at speaking human languages."

Newt didn't seem interested in these things, and he went on to say, "I just need to tell the Muggles to choose those places and the cultural habits of the sirens..."

Of course, if there is an emergency, he will also be notified.

Behind the door of the workshop is another long spiral staircase, and there is a jungle below, as if opening the fixed-point arbitrary door of the Kata Maji New York Temple.

A row of birds jumped from the branch next to Hermione, and then flickered to her feet. They were round ball birds.

The entire rainforest was filled with all kinds of birdsong, almost all of which were X-level to XX-level magical protected creatures. Hermione curiously reached out to a bunch of fuzzy fluff, grabbed it a few times, and they made a whining sound.

Puddings don't dislike being caught or thrown around.

"Hey, it looks like you're having a good time." Newt walked to a sorbus tree and held out a finger. "This is a Bowtruckle...they are more reserved"

Bowtruckles choose to inhabit trees that are suitable for wands, and Newt's is a magical sorbus tree that will protect anyone who touches its trunk from dark creatures.

Therefore, it is also called the guardian tree.

Cyrus and Hermione looked at each other, tongue-twiddling.

Because Newt's suitcase alone is enough to sell for a sky-high price in the wizarding world.

When Cyrus poked his head over and tried carefully, the Bowtruckles did not show any obvious hostility, but were a little curious. Several Bowtruckles on the branches entangled themselves with their vine-like hands.

The slender, branch-like fingers lightly touched Cyrus' index finger, then suddenly retracted, and then this action was repeated several times.

This makes Newt a little sad, but also a little surprised by Cyrus' affinity.

They all stared at their tiny brown eyes, as if they were talking about something, and then one of them tried to wrap its branch-like hands around it, as if choosing some kind of better habitat tree.

"Looks like I was right to bring you here"

Newt was a little happy, and Hermione was a little depressed, because she felt that in a few years, both she and Cyrus would be able to open a magical creature zoo.

"Is he treating me as a new perching tree?" Cyrus amused.

"Probably think you're a piece of wood!" Hermione glared at him angrily, which made Newt, who was watching the show, feel that Cyrus would be difficult in the future.

"In fact, this is often the case. Magical creatures are simpler than humans imagine. They can tell who is a good guy and who is a bad guy." This is Newt's experience over the years. "Of course...they are also very naughty sometimes."

Next to the Dharma-protecting tree was Xixiuwo, which was filled with all kinds of gold Galleons and gold jewels, and three Xixiu lay rolling on it.

"They're children of a Niffler I used to raise...some wizards tame Nifflers to steal, which is why I'm working on magical creatures"

For example, the anhinga, their eggshells are sterling silver; the mothra rat is pickled and eaten, which can enhance the resistance to curses and bad luck.

Then they walked through the jungle to the second door. Inside was a wasteland with a huge rock surrounded by several stone pillars like the temple of Athens. The rock was empty and there were some scattered feathers.

A few strands of electric light flowed from each feather, from the head to the tail, but the color of the feathers remained gorgeous, light gold and light blue intertwined and superimposed together.

Newt, who had passed through here, was silent for a moment, and then slowly explained: "This was originally the residence of a thunderbird, and its name is Frank... Ha, when it is here, it often creates storms."

Thunderbird is a magical creature with strong senses, it is highly sensitive to various dangers, so Cyrus can sense the connection between wand and feather.

"Will a wand made of the same material sense magical creatures?" Cyrus was a little curious.

"Of course it does! The more magical creatures the wand cores are from, the more the bearer senses their kinship connection...that's why 'the wand chooses the wizard', just like the magical creatures themselves will recognize danger”

Newt explained this reason as the inherent ability of highly sensitive creatures.

"Professor... I still have a unicorn hair here..." Cyrus frowned, took out another wand that he carried with him, and told the story of its first owner.

"It's normal. A unicorn won't approach a person easily, unless you are a girl with obvious good intentions or a simple girl. Next time, you can go to the unicorn who was treated by Dumbledore and try it."

The last mystery of the year is solved: how Quirrell managed to find the unicorn in such a short time.

"Son... I don't want to say it, but sometimes it's true." Newt led him into a vast grassland, "There is a reason for the 'magic wand chooses the wizard', not being strong enough to control everything "

With the expansion of the space, a 'tiger' with colorful patterns on its body and a tail longer than its body, as gorgeous as a ribbon, appeared on the grassland.

This is one of Newt's favorite magical creatures right now—the Zouwu.

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