Gawain swore he didn't intentionally lie on the ground when Professor McGonagall and the others arrived at the Potions office, which was located underground.

The culprit who caused him to "fall" was none other than Snape!

When Snape, who was dark-faced, walked out of the office, he saw Gawain, a big-eyed and small-eyed, and the Winged Demon, both of which were almost close to coming together.

Panicked, he hurriedly took out his wand, and without hesitation, he first slapped Gawain against the wall with a banishment charm, and then used the confinement charm to freeze the curling demon in the cage.

So when Gawain, who was holding his waist, stood up and gasped for air, he explained to him that he had taken the winged demon as a pet...

Obvious...

"Levicorpus (Upside Down Admiralty). ”

Snape's wand was pointed at Gawain, and the spell almost squeezed out of his lips.

With a strange feeling of coolness, Gawain found himself hanging upside down in the hallway. Not only that, but Snape lazily waved his wand, making him spin slowly.

"The self-righteous Mr. White doesn't need this wand just yet, does he?"

With a smile on his face, Snape withdrew his wand from Gawain's hand and turned to study the cage of the Winged Demon.

It wasn't until he heard Professor McGonagall's footsteps that Snape put Gawain down.

"For Merlin's sake, what's wrong with your face, White!"

Walking in the way, Professor McGonagall saw Gawain, who was flushed, and pulled him up.

"No... It's nothing... Professor, a little change happened here before you came. ”

Feeling the sharp knife-like eyes of someone behind him, Gawain obediently introduced the connection he had established with the Winged Demon.

As for the "contract" part, it was confused by a spell taught to him by Professor Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall did not delve into it even though Dumbledore himself nodded.

"White, can you be sure that your words are true? ”

Professor McGonagall looked at Gawain and said very seriously.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall. ”

Gawain nodded in response with the same seriousness.

The power of the contract is absolute.

There is no doubt about it.

"Minerva, let him try it. ”

Dumbledore chimed in and said that he looked very tired from being called back from the Forbidden Forest in a hurry.

Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Snape were all on the sidelines, wand in hand.

"Okay. ”

Professor McGonagall didn't insist anymore.

Her wand was raised, and the metal cage went up, revealing the Winged Demon little by little.

As soon as it was free, it stretched its wings violently, startling the professors.

"Wait! It's just moving!"

Gawain hurriedly called out to them.

"Nod your head three times. ”

He ordered the Winged Demon, and though puzzled, it nodded obediently.

"Turn around. ”

"Keep your head down so I can see your back. ”

"Go and pick up the book. ”

The Winged Demon took the trouble to follow Gawain's orders.

"I guess we've come to a conclusion, don't we?"

With his left hand at the end of his beard, Dumbledore said with a smile.

"But White is still a first-year, and if his magic comes out..."

Professor McGonagall was still very much against it, but Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

"While the Winged Demon is indeed very dangerous, Hagrid can handle even a basilisk, and with one of them, it will not be a problem. ”

Professor Sprout interjected, and she reached out to put her arm around Professor McGonagall's shoulder, motioning for her to calm down.

"That's why it can't live in a castle. I'll write to Newt and ask him to help Hagrid through some of the acclimatization. I'm sure they'll run in well. ”

Dumbledore picked up the conversation and came to a conclusion about the Winged Demon's approach.

"But speaking of which, as its owner, maybe there's one more thing you should be doing?"

He suddenly looked at Gawain, who was pretending to be a statue on the side.

"What?"

Gawain looked confused.

He had thought that after discussing the matter of the Curling Winged Demon, it would be his turn to tell the story of his experience in the Forbidden Forest.

"Give it a name. Of course, I don't mind doing it for me. ”

Dumbledore laughed like a strange old man trying to trick a child into eating candy, and Gawain was afraid that he would suddenly give him a name like "Zizi Honey Candy" or "Cockroach Heap".

But it was hard for him to think of a particularly suitable one for a while...

"Let's call it Mohot. ”

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to Gawain's mind.

Mohot, which is unique in the world.

- Forced him into a difficult situation for a while, but was disadvantaged by the light, but Gawain used the "Professor McGonagall Flying Technique" to avoid defeat.

There's no better name for this curled demon.

But it was clear that the other professors present did not understand the meaning of the name.

"Well, if you want to call it that. ”

Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders and tapped his right index finger to dissolve the metal cage with the vanishing charm.

"Now, we need to talk about your experience of the evening. ”

He snapped his fingers again, and in Snape's death-poking eyes, he conjured up several more velvet chairs and a coffee table with a teapot. With the exception of Snape, who was anxious to study the materials he had gathered from the Winged Demon, the other three professors happily said they didn't mind having a cup of tea before going to bed.

"Okay. ”

Gawain hesitated for a moment, then began after he and the centaurs had left.

“... Then Professor McGonagall and they took over. ”

The story is not long, and Gawain does not put much effort into the details, only replacing the parts of his "feeling" with fluorescent flashes.

But there was no doubt that his cover-up was understood by Dumbledore.

Dumbledore held the teacup in one hand, winked playfully and secretly, and did not speak.

"White, I'd like you to write an article on the use of fluorescent flickering, and I'll take care of it for you before handing it over to the Ministry of Magic. I'm sure that will get you a good scholarship. ”

After listening to Gawain's explanation, Professor McGonagall asked him to demonstrate the use of multiple light spheres on the spot.

"Gawain, if you're willing, maybe I can try to reinvent the spell of the Witch's Night?"

Professor Flitwick was even more interested in the spell that Hermione had turned out in the book and had become stereo in Gawain's hands.

He waved his wand a few times, trying to improve his technique, only to forget that it was underground...

Gawain had a feeling that perhaps in the not-too-distant future, not only would there be rumors of a new ghost in Ravenclaw's tower, but even stories in Slytherin such as "Professor Snape was turned into a ghost by Potter's anger".

"Hmm... We'll have to talk to Fred and George about that. ”

It suddenly occurred to him that this was a good idea.

"Alright, alright, it's not too early, and it's time for White, or we, to rest. Minerva, do you want to go back with me?"

Professor Sprout interrupted Professor Flitwick, who was still trying to try, and stood up.

"Of course, Pomona. ”

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly, and stood up as well.

"Good night, then, everybody. ”

Professor Flitwick staggered off his chair and waved.

"It seems that only you and I are left, Gawain, do you suggest you walk with an old man for a while?"

Dumbledore clapped his hands and took away all the tables and chairs.

Naturally, this question does not need to be answered.

For Snape had endured so much that even the wrinkles on his head were about to split.

He quickly followed Dumbledore's footsteps.

"Gawain, I think you've noticed that this curling winged demon isn't normal. ”

Dumbledore sighed, looking sideways at Gawain, who was half of his body lower.

"Do you mean the green dots on it?"

Gawain had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

But what Gawain didn't expect was that hearing his question, Dumbledore suddenly stopped.

"Greendot, tell me more, Gawain. ”

He leaned down and looked at Gawain with great seriousness, almost knocking him to the ground in fright.

"When I looked at it, I noticed that it had a particularly noticeable green color on its 'chest'. I tested it with a spell, and it seemed that there was its weak point, and that stimulation would cause it intense pain. ”

After tidying up the language a little, Gawain replied.

"Professor, are you... Didn't you pay attention?"

He opted for a relatively polite statement.

Instead of directly asking, "Are you blind?"

"No, I'm too old to make a choice. Dumbledore raised the wand in his right hand and put it to the bottom of his eye, "I want to say that this winged demon, like some of the creatures that have recently appeared in the Forbidden Forest, is not part of our world. ”

"How..."

Gawain almost exclaimed.

It was tantamount to telling him that on Halloween, those ghosts and ghosts would really come to this world.

And Professor Snape had told him that in 1926, Newt Scamander had traveled to New York with a curling winger.

"What I have on this issue is only speculation based on some fragmentary information. If my judgment is correct, the 'green dot' you see is actually the 'core' of this creature. They feed on their brains, not simply for nourishment, but for the magic they contain. ”

Professor Dumbledore pulled Gawain to the corner of the hallway and tapped the wall twice with the knuckle of his right middle finger, opening a secret passageway.

"But, Professor, how is this possible?"

Gawain found it incredulous.

"Do you think that under normal circumstances, there should be a creature of that kind in this world?"

Dumbledore asked Gawain a rhetorical question.

He wanted to refute.

However, he felt that in a certain way, there was indeed a certain basis for this.

The curly-winged golem is an insect but it is not an insect, and it is impossible to imagine what form it relies on to reproduce.

"And a creature of this size, if it wants to sustain its life, it must consume a lot of food, but it can eat only a little human brain. If it goes a little further, the brains of animals are not unacceptable..."

It's not Darwinian at all.