early morning

The harbour of Dover, England, is shrouded in a hazy morning mist.

The warm breeze from the depths of the Atlantic, like a moist kiss, blows from the south, rippling and lapping against the moss-covered harbour foundations, splashing green waves.

As the sun rises above the sea level, the misty morning fog gradually melts, and the originally quiet harbor suddenly becomes noisy:

The wharf is filled with the sounds of people, the rolling of wheels, the sound of coopers rolling barrels, and the sound of various shrimp boats, crab catchers, and fishing boats setting sail......

The entire harbor of Dover, like a sleeping whale, woke up in an instant.

At this time, a pair of young witches and witches, arm in arm, strolled along the busy promenade, stopping and stopping in front of a statue.

It was a statue of a magical creature, bare, with no tubes or feathers, its massive wings stretched between its sharp fingers and claws.

"This is the Wyvern, a magical creature that resembles a fire dragon." Rove looked up at the statue and whispered:

"The Strait of Dover used to be its main habitat, so there are a lot of statues of them here."

Shirley keenly noticed the teenager's use of the word "was" and asked, "Isn't the Wyvern here now?" ”

"It's gone." "In fact, more than a thousand years ago, the Wywyvern was extinct due to the overhunting of wizards. ”

“……”

"Do you know Sir Cadogan?" Rove asked.

Shirley thought for a moment and said with some uncertainty:

"I think I've heard Hermione mention it...... Is it the portrait that hangs on the eighth floor of the North Tower leading to the Divination classroom? ”

"That's right." Rove laughed, "That guy killed a Wyvern. ”

Despite Sir Cadogan's usual ridiculousness as Don Quixote, he was a former Knight of King Arthur's Round Table, a close friend of Merlin, and killed Wye Wyvern who attacked Muggles.

It can only be said that people can't look good!

Of course, this also proves once again the horror of the terrifying Homo erectus, not to mention the Wyvern, even the fire dragon, if there is no legal protection, it can also give you an endangered species!

At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Sold newspapers, sold newspapers—Big news—Albus Dumbledore and Rove Scamander claimed—The mystery man returns—"

Hearing Rove's name, Shirley couldn't help but look back, and the scene in front of her made her extremely surprised.

I saw a house-elf, like a newsboy, shouting loudly, and many wizards stopped to buy the newspaper.

A wizard with a house-elf, not to say that he is either rich or expensive, but he is certainly not a poor family, how can he let a house-elf come out to sell newspapers?

Rove seemed to know what the ponytail girl was thinking, and he explained with surprise:

"Shelly, look...... It is wearing clothes, which means that it has been abandoned by its owner.

This kind of house-elf is managed by the house-elf resettlement office of the Ministry of Magic. ”

House-elves may seem weak, but they are actually powerful, and once they are free, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to let them go.

As a result, the House-Elf Resettlement Office was created to collect these ownerless house-elves and help them find their next home.

The idea is good, of course, but it is very difficult to actually implement it on the surface.

In the eyes of most wizards, an abandoned house-elf means that there is a stain on them, that there is something wrong with them.

So, it is very difficult for this house-elf to find a new owner.

A large number of house-elves are stranded in the Ministry of Magic, and in addition to their extremely long lifespan, feeding them is a big expense in itself, and the Ministry of Magic certainly can't use the money to fill it.

Therefore, they all live a miserable life without food.

Newt had worked in the house-elf placement office, and when he saw this, he instituted a new policy for them to go out to work and fend for themselves.

Like what...... Sell newspapers.

House-elves are reluctant to ask for wages, so all the money earned will be used to improve the lives of house-elves in the name of the house-elves relocation office, forming an internal cycle.

Rove quickly explained, and Shirley was both amazed by Grandpa Newt's behavior when she heard this, and couldn't help but sigh:

Sure enough, you still have to travel more with Rove to the wizarding world to see many things that Hogwarts can't learn.

"Hermione would definitely love the job in the house-elf's placement office." The ponytail girl laughed.

Rove smiled too, and he beckoned, "I want a newspaper." ”

"What newspaper do you want, sir?" The house-elf asked respectfully, "I have the Daily Prophet, the New York Ghost, the Daily Parisian here-"

"A copy of the Daily Prophet." Rove said.

"Benefit six nats." The house-elf said.

Shirley took out a gold Galleon from her pocket, and when she saw that the house-elf wanted to make change, she said in a gentle voice, "No need to look for it." ”

The house-elf took it with great gratitude, and put Garon in a small leather bag.

Rove opened the newspaper and saw a photo of him and a striking headline:

Scamander: The Man Who Can't Mention His Name Is Back! 》

Dumbledore calls on the Ministry of Magic to take action against the Mysterio

Minister Fudge: Don't spread rumors, don't believe rumors, don't spread rumors, Hogwarts is not a place outside the law! 》

During the first week of the summer vacation, Rove followed Dumbledore to several meetings in England to call for Voldemort to return.

And what is in the newspaper, what they said at the recent meeting.

While Rove was scrolling through the newspaper, the house-elf suddenly asked, "Are you Mr. Rove Scamander?" ”

Rove looked up and admitted, "It's me." ”

"I knew it was you." The house-elf became more and more respectful, and it bowed deeply, its slender nose touching the ground.

"You are exactly the same as the photo in the newspaper, I can recognize it at a glance."

After it finished speaking, it stared at its eyes as big as the headlights, and asked cautiously, "The devil who can't even mention his name...... Is it really coming back? ”

"It's true." Rove nodded, "I didn't lie. ”

The house-elf trembled with fear, and then, in a respectful tone, stammered:

"Of course I believe you! You're the grandson of Mr. Newt Scamander, and you won't lie......"

Rove and Shirley glanced at each other and couldn't help but smile, Newt's name is still very useful sometimes, especially in the face of these magical creatures with intelligence.

"By the way, are you here to take the Mayflower to Iceland for the Wizards' Conference?" The house-elf asked again.

"yes." Rove nodded, "How do you know?" ”

"It was said in the newspaper the other day." The house-elf replied.

Rove remembered that he had been interviewed by a French journalist and asked if he would be going to Iceland for this summer's International Confederation of Wizards.

He replied in the affirmative, and half-jokingly and half-seriously said that he would no longer take the floating dragon ship sent by the International Federation of Wizards, and would choose the safer Mayflower.

After all, last year's attack by the saints on a floating dragon boat left a psychological shadow on him.

Rove just said it casually at the time and didn't think much about it, but at this time, when he heard the house-elf mention it again, he secretly said that it was not good.

Even the house-elves in front of them know about this, so what about the group of reporters?

"Are there a lot of journalists in the port?" Rove asked.

"Yes." The house-elf nodded, "They don't know the exact time of your flight, so they will be guarding the port every day." ”

“……”

Shirley asked, "Are we going to take another boat?" ”

"It's too much trouble." Rove said helplessly: "I can only use other methods to infiltrate the Mayflower." ”

"What's the solution?"

"You use human transfiguration." Rove looked at the ponytail girl and smiled:

"Help me change my appearance."

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