Just as Newt and Grandpa Rove silently condemned Dracula's gloating behavior, another laugh came from behind their desks unexpectedly.

"Puff ......"

Newt turned his gaze to the gray-haired old headmaster, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Albus, why are you starting to gloat too?" He asked, confused, "Is it so funny that your teaching assistant is injured?"

"Ahem...... I don't mean to gloat." Dumbledore forced his serious expression back, but his facial muscles twitched strangely from time to time, "I just thought of something happy."

Actually, it's no wonder that Dumbledore couldn't hold back his laughter.

The curse on the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor that has plagued Hogwarts for decades has finally taken effect on Tom Riddle himself, which is too funny!

Even if this Riddle was just a Horcrux for Voldemort and not himself, it was enough to make the old headmaster happy for many days.

Newt couldn't understand Dracula and Dumbledore, who both had smiles on their faces, and shook his head in bewilderment, deciding that he would leave these two inexplicable people alone.

He looked at Rove again, raised his hand and knocked him on the head, and stretched out a hand with a straight face:

"Now that the truth has been revealed, let's take it out."

"What did you take out?" Rove blinked and began to play dumbfounded.

"You kid learned to play dumb with me now, didn't you?" Newt said gloomily, "You're just a little wizard, and you don't even have a chance to get close to Riddle's assistant teacher, how can you have the opportunity to put the poison horn close enough to blow up his protection?"

Rove was still performing vigorously, with an expression of ignorance. It Newt off.

Newt had actually guessed what magical beast Rove had taken with him, and had seen the bulging pocket he had been holding with his arm from beginning to end.

So, with a wave of his wand, Newt summoned a sheep's brain for the Curl Winged Demon out of his old-fashioned suitcase.

As soon as the sheep brain left the suitcase, the winged demon in Rove's pocket smelled the tempting smell and immediately began to struggle in his pocket.

Rov, a young man in his early teens, with thin arms and legs, couldn't hold down the extremely dangerous Winged Demon, so he could only let his robe tear through the spikes on the outside of his wings, and then couldn't wait to fly out.

"Sure enough, you smuggled this winged demon with you."

Newt reached out and let the Winged Demon land on his hand to enjoy his meal, as he turned his head and glared at Rove, "Do you know how long I've been looking for the Winged Demon since I found out that it was missing, and how much work it has added to my workload?"

Seeing the curled winged demon fly out on its own, Rove couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore.

He covered his partially torn robe, which had partially exposed his belly, with his hand in his hand, and smiled awkwardly, "Grandpa, don't I also want to re-follow your route at that time!"

"You see, when you helped the Magical Congress of America arrest Grindelwald, it was the Winged Demon who helped capture his wand - if I run into a Dark Wizard or something, I can defeat them with the Winged Demon!" ….

"So you ran into the Dark Wizard?" Newt asked with a blank face.

"No......" Rove shook his head.

"Who did you defeat in the end?" Newt asked.

"Assistant Teacher Riddle......" Rove said weakly.

"And you still relied on a series of coincidences such as sneak attacks, luck, the help of other magical beasts, and the explosion of the poison horn to finally cause problems for Assistant Teacher Riddle." Newt said hatefully, "At this level, you still think you can defeat the Dark Wizard?"

Rove fell silent and stopped talking.

He admired his grandfather too much, and he wanted to be a good magianist like his grandfather, but he ignored his age and the time he had been exposed to magic, ignoring demons

The law of growth of force......

"Actually, I know, you're just trying to prove yourself, Rove." Newt sighed, and his angry expression gradually calmed down, "Don't worry, in a few years, you will grow up slowly."

"Your future achievements will never be worse than mine. I've never had a top grade in an exam like you when I was your age!"

Newt crouched down, pinched Rove's immature cheek, and said with a smile.

"You've been at Hogwarts for a long time, and now it's time to go back to Varmorny and have a good class." He said seriously, "When you are a few years older, I will let you be my assistant and take you on adventures in various parts of the world, okay?"

Rove's eyes seemed to be moved, but he shook his head anyway.

"I don't want to go back to Illmorny, I want to stay at Hogwarts." He said, "You probably want me to go to Hogwarts too, Grandpa?"

"Hmm......" Newt hesitated for a moment, then laughed wryly, "Don't make a fuss, have you forgotten the friends you made in Farmorny during your first year?" And neither Tina nor your mother will approve of your transfer."

"Then I don't care, you can help me convince them!" Rove stubbornly said, "I've made a few friends in my time at Hogwarts for over a month!"

"And I've never seen so many magical beasts like the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake in Yinfermorny, I love it so much!"

Hearing Rove's approval of Hogwarts, Newt's eyes couldn't help but pass a trace of joy, and then he was filled with helplessness.

"If I agree to you stay at Hogwarts, I don't know how many more yelling letters Tina will receive." Newt shook his head, "You should know, I can't convince either of them."

Newt turned his gaze to Dumbledore and Dracula, looking at them with a pleading look, hoping that the two professors would help him convince Rove to go back to school.

"You're a second-year student at Yinfalmorny?" Dracula saw Newt's pleading eyes, and took a few steps forward with interest, closer to where Newt and Rove were, "But as far as I know, you've been in the first year at Hogwarts for more than a month."

"Because first-year students are so deceived...... Rove said very honestly, "if I say I'm a second-year, but no other student knows me, then my identity will be revealed immediately." If you pretend to be a first grade, you can find a little more excuse." ….

"Really?" Dracula curled the corners of his mouth, "I thought you joined first year specifically for Miss Lovegood of Ravenclaw!"

"Professor, I've only known Luna since I entered my first grade!" Rove blushed.

At this moment, the Sorting Hat suddenly sounded:

"Look, I'll just say he's not a good fit for Hufflepuff! How could a little wizard in the badger house say something like this, 'First-year students are so deceitful?'

"But our family came out of Hufflepuff." Newt frowned, "And Rove has been very fond of Fantastic Beasts since he was a child, which is also a characteristic of Hufflepuff students."

However, before Newt could finish his argument, the Sorting Hat was grabbed by Dracula, put it on his hand, and picked up the circle, shaking the hat in a daze.

"Ignore him, let's move on." He flicked the Sorting Hat and looked at Newt and Rove nonchalantly, "This hat is sometimes just lifted from time to time, just turn it around a few times."

Newt was stunned for a moment when he saw Dracula's clean, unpatched peaked hat on his hand.

"Wait, this is...... Sorting Hat?" His eyes widened and he asked, shocked, "I remember when I was at Hogwarts it didn't look like this!"

Newt hadn't noticed this yet, thinking the hat was an interesting alchemy product Dumbledore had just made.

After all, what was once a tattered, dusty, patched Sorting Hat has now become a clean, wrinkled, patchless topper, far cry from Newt's memory.

He turned his head to look at Dumbledore, "Albus, is there anyone who can

Do you want to give this hat a bath?"

Bathing the Sorting Hat has long been one of the biggest goals of the Hogwarts students, but no one has ever been able to do it.

Basically, everyone who wants to clean the Sorting Hat is easily dismissed, either because they are distracted by the Sorting Hat's gossip or because they are changed by the Sorting Hat's spiritual magic......

Few people know that the Sorting Hat, as a magic hat that stores the magic power of the Big Four, has a pretty good level of magic.

Only a very powerful being like Dracula, who is deeply respected and feared by the Sorting Hat, can effortlessly change the image of this old antique hat.

"If anyone can bathe the Sorting Hat, I think you can ask Professor Dracula." Dumbledore laughed, "Professor Dracula just put a cleaning charm on the hat last year, and he tinkered with it to make it look like new."

"Speaking of which, after so many years of seeing the dirty, tattered Sorting Hat, I'm really not used to seeing this clean and tidy hat this year." He said.

"But I'm used to it." Dracula shrugged, "That's what it looked like when Godric first wore it. Who knows how this hat has tossed itself into such a disliked person in the past thousand years!" ….

Both Dumbledore and Newt smiled helplessly.

As soon as they remembered it, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was clearly from the same era as the four founders, and it was understandable that he wasn't used to a brand new hat turning into a dirty appearance.

As he spoke, the Sorting Hat in Dracula's hand had fainted back and forth and been woken up several times.

It awoke again, and immediately opened the gap in the brim of its hat, and begged Dracula for mercy in a staccato voice:

"Uncle... Jue... My lord, I was wrong...... I... Shouldn't... Nosy, can... Can you put me... Put it down... Are you coming?"

Dracula glanced at the Sorting Hat in his hand and tossed it casually.

The Sorting Hat spun in the air for two seconds before landing right on Rove's head, covering his eyes.

"Didn't you say that little Scamander wasn't fit to go to Hufflepuff?" He leaned back against the cabinet next to him and looked with interest at the sorting hat on Rove's head, "Give you this opportunity to judge which house he is better suited for?"

"By the way, remember not to talk nonsense. If you dare to make any more Azkaban Academy, I'll burn you right away."

Dracula snapped his fingers.

A cluster of white flames appeared at his fingertips, instantly silencing the Sorting Hat, which was still grunting in a few moments.

The hat was decisively not dizzy, and quickly switched to working mode.

"Well, I'll see, it's hard, it's very hard," the Sorting Hat said a lot ......of clichés as usual, muttering quietly as he observed Rove's personality with a dementor.

"Is this what my grandfather said about the sorting ceremony at Hogwarts?" Rove's eyes were covered by the wide brim, and he asked curiously, "It seems to be much more interesting than the four moving statues of Yinfalmorny!"

Newt walked over to Dracula with some concern, looking at the new Sorting Hat and his grandson.

"Professor Dracula, Rove is a student of Farmorny after all, isn't it too hasty to let him do the sorting ceremony?" He asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Dracula glanced at him, "Don't say it's a student, I'll tell you the truth, I was a little curious about which founder would be more suitable for, so I wore a sorting hat and asked it to divide me into a house."

"And then?" Newt was also interested, "I'd like you to get a Hufflepuff."

At this, Dracula's face suddenly froze, and Dumbledore laughed at the same time.

"Newt, don't think about it." Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh, "Hufflepuff was the first to be ruled out by the Sorting Hat.

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"Yes, I can probably think of it." Newt laughed too, "So in the end, which house did Professor Dracula get assigned to by the Sorting Hat?" The other three houses seem to be possible, and I personally lean towards Slytherin."

Dumbledore glanced at Dracula with an inscrutable expression.

"Neither." He said.

"Neither?" Newt was stunned, "Apart from these four academies, can there be any other place?"

"You'd never guess." Dumbledore laughed, "It's actually Azkaban."

"What?"

"Professor Dracula has been assigned to Azkaban Academy!" Dumbledore laughed, "I don't know if I remember correctly, it seems that Professor Dracula's personal vendetta washed the Sorting Hat because of this!"

Dracula's face darkened.

"Alright, you don't have to say any more." He grimaced and said to Dumbledore and Newt, "It should be almost time, enough time for the Sorting Hat to judge Mr. Scamander Jr.'s house."

The three of them looked at Rove's position again, but the smile on Dumbledore's face couldn't be hidden, and Newt still had some doubts on his face.

Just then, the Sorting Hat suddenly opened the crack in the brim and shouted—

"Hufflepuff!"

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