Chapter Seventy-Six: Newt Scamander

The trip to Albania was largely uneventful.

Except on the first night, a female ghost burrowed into Rove's room; The next day, the express train was blocked by heavy snow and stopped for four hours on the plains of Europe; While passing through the Pyrenees, he was harassed by a herd of rune horses......

Overall, it was generally uneventful.

On the evening of the third day, Rove finally arrived at the end of the journey, he walked out of the train briskly with his little black suitcase, turned around and smiled:

"Alright, Mr. Weasley...... You don't have to send it anymore. ”

"Stay safe, kid." Weslev admonished.

"Well, I will, thank you for a few days." Rove smiled: "When you arrive in Romania, please help me convey greetings to Charlie." ”

This trip was indeed the most comfortable one he ever had, with someone to help with cooking, someone to keep him safe, nothing to do, and a little girl to bully.

When the train started again, Ginny leaned against the window and shouted, "Brother, don't forget to send me Christmas presents!" ”

Rove waved his hand and watched as the crowd left, the express car swept through the dust and roared through the wizarding village, leaves falling on the tracks behind it.

The boy's location was a very dilapidated platform, with the vast forests of Albania on the left and a wizard village on the right.

Newt is in the forest!

There weren't many passengers getting off the bus, and Rove easily spotted the ghost Lady Gray not far away.

It's really ghostly.

Since that night, she has often followed Rove, barged into the carriage in the middle of the night, and stared at him...... The boy couldn't do anything, after all, his magic couldn't have worked on the ghost.

Rove walked over, his face full of helplessness, and sighed, "Ms. Gray, how can you not follow me?" I don't really smell like your mother.

If you really like the smell of me, I can give you my old clothes, and you can take them back and smell them every day? ”

"I didn't come with you, I was meant to get off here." Miss Gray was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"In fact, I come every year, and it's been for centuries."

The woman looked at the depths of the forest, with a complicated mood, sighed slightly, and said sadly:

"I was killed in this forest on Christmas Day."

"......" came back and buried himself, right?

Just then, a group of wizards came up from a tavern in the village, led by a short wizard.

Probably unwilling to see the other strangers, Ms. Gray walked slowly, passed Rove, and drifted towards the Albanian forest.

"Mr. Scamander, I am a wizard of the Albanian Ministry of Magic...... Remember me? The short wizard said enthusiastically.

"It was I who invited Mr. Scamander to Albania."

"Remember, Mr. Red, it's going to be a routine check on me under the Secrecy Act, isn't it? I know that! ”

Rove took the initiative to hand over the box, and he found that a good magizoologist knew the law very well, after all, he was often subject to endless scrutiny, and he became a doctor after a long illness.

"No......" Red waved his hand, a little embarrassed, "I came to you today to discuss with you." ”

"What?" Rove asked suspiciously.

"The animal deaths in the Albanian forests have disappeared, and we are grateful for Mr. Scamander's help and will pay him a lot." Red pleaded:

"But can you persuade your grandfather to go back to Romania or England?"

“……”

At this moment, a roar sounded from the depths of the forest, and Rove looked up and saw a fire dragon six or seven meters long flying from the depths of the forest.

It was a Romanian long-horned dragon with black-green scales and two shiny golden horns.

On the two golden horns, an oil lamp and a somewhat worn chest are hung.

An old man with gray hair sat cross-legged on the head of the fire dragon, holding a book in one hand and flipping through it in the other.

He flipped through the book extremely slowly, and the fire dragon under his ass flew extremely steadily, barely shaking at all.

From the depths of the forest, the dragon flew towards the platform, and it finally hit the ground with a bang, splashing countless dust, and the sound was particularly amazing.

All the Albanian wizards retreated in fear.

The old man, who was sitting on top of the fire faucet and reading quietly, stood up, patted the dust of his thick trench coat, and was about to jump down, only to find that the platform was full of wizards.

The old man's eyes under the bangs were a little evasive, and he suddenly didn't want to go down again, he slipped off the neck of the fire dragon and hid behind his back.

"Go back first, Mr. Redt." "I would advise my grandfather to leave early," Rove said. ”

After all the Albanian wizards had left, Rove walked towards the fire dragon, reached out and patted the scales of the fire dragon, and said with a smile:

"Have you stolen and eaten other people's sheep? Sheep thieves? Or else everyone is so afraid of you? ”

The black dragon hissed disdainfully, exhaling a few wisps of white smoke from its mouth and nose, and it spread its wide wings and flapped the ground.

Newt poked his head out like a Viet Cong probe and found that the wizards were gone, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"No, I've been restraining Vaghar very well lately."

"Then why does the Albanian Ministry of Magic want you to go back to Romania?"

Rove looked up at the mentally strong but autistic old man, and asked softly:

"Grandpa, could it be that the magical creatures in your box have escaped again and attacked someone's Ministry of Magic?"

"Of course not!" Newt hurriedly denied it, sat on the fire dragon and said:

"Rov, it's not me they're afraid of, it's Waghar, the creatures in my box."

The old man said in a low voice, "Even if they are not dangerous, even if I can restrain them, those wizards will still be afraid. ”

"It's like if you walk through the city with a lion, that lion has been domesticated by you, and it won't attack Muggles, and Muggles will still instinctively be afraid."

Out of the corner of Roof's eye, he spotted a sniffer tiptoeing out of Newt's box and hitting the ground, and he lifted its feet and hung it upside down in the air.

"Then let's go back." Rove climbed up on the wings of the black dragon, and he sat down beside Newt, and said softly:

"The guy who killed the animals isn't in the forest, why is he still here?"

The boy turned his head and stared into Newt's eyes, "Did you find anything else?" ”

Newt's eyes did not dodge this time, he did not rush to speak, but looked up into the distance, and finally looked at the young Rove from far to near, and said:

"I found an old friend deep in the forest."

"It can't be a witch, right?" Rove raised an eyebrow.

Newt exhaled lightly, and he said with a solemn face:

"It's a witch, it's true, I haven't seen her in decades...... I want to bring her home. ”

"Who?"

"Nagini."

“……”

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(Thanks to the two bigwigs of "Love to Swim in the Water" and "Addition, Subtraction, and Subtraction" for their tips.) )