Not long after Hermione lay down, she felt the end of her quilt flutter. Then, a furry thing came in.

It turned out that according to the rules in the wolf pack, wolves would huddle together to keep warm when they slept in winter, and Lovell naturally refused to violate this principle, and slept alone on the floor.

So it climbed up.

The fluffy little wolf cub squeezed into the bed and hunched up at Hermione's feet. Seeing that the wolf cub was so well-behaved, Hermione didn't care about anything, and let the wolf cub arch in to join in the fun. Not to mention, the wolf cub's fur is quite soft, and it is very comfortable to warm your feet. And just like that, Hermione and Lovell fell asleep together.

One by one, the lights in Granger's house went out, and eventually melted into the darkness completely. Just as everyone was gradually falling asleep, two old men suddenly appeared on the corner of the street outside the house.

The man on the left was tall and thin, with silver hair and a silver beard fit perfectly into his belt, and he wore a plain gray robe, a large golden-red bird on his arm, and a pair of bright blue eyes that glittered behind his half-moon glasses.

The man on the right has chestnut hair and no beard, but the loose skin on his face and more pronounced freckles also indicate his advanced age. He wore a washed and somewhat whitish black suit with a yellow waistcoat underneath. He also carried a somewhat worn suitcase in his hand.

These two were Albus Dumbledore and Newt Scamander.

Seeing Dumbledore pull out a silver lighter-like object from his pocket, Newt coughed dryly, attracting Dumbledore's attention.

"Professor, isn't it a little inconvenient for us to come to the door now?" He pointed to the moon, "It's too late. ”

Newt complained in his heart that if it weren't for Dumbledore's going to a dessert shop to make some "lemon ice cream", they should have arrived early at dinnertime.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, it was indeed not very polite to visit late at night.

"Then let's come back early tomorrow morning, maybe we can have breakfast." Dumbledore blinked and said happily.

Newt sighed, "So where are we staying at night?" I'm older and don't really want to live in a box. ”

"Empty houses are available." Dumbledore walked out of the garden of a villa on the street very naturally, and very naturally pushed open the door of the garden - the owner of this villa was on vacation, just in time for the two old men to get together for the night.

"It's an illegal break-in." Newt whispered, but his body honestly followed with the suitcase. As he said, he was old, and his waist told him that it wasn't a wise choice to get together in a box for the night.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day was a rare sunny day, and Hermione woke up early.

When the girl woke up, she noticed a tingling sensation in the soles of her feet. This itching, which originated from the itchy flesh, made her snort twice and twist her body.

Lovell curled his tongue and hunched up.

"You're finally awake." It slouched on the bed and arched Hermione's feet, "Isn't it time for breakfast?" ”

Hermione was startled by the sudden sound of a human voice, and she subconsciously kicked the wolf cub off the bed with a subconscious kick. Unsuspecting, Lovell fell to the floor with a muffled thud.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Hermione came to her senses and remembered what had happened yesterday, "Mommy should have prepared breakfast, you go down first, I'll be over later." ”

The wolf cub, who was kicked inexplicably, was still a little dissatisfied, but when he heard that breakfast was ready, he happily went downstairs to eat.

Hermione hurriedly lifted the covers, changed into a pair of pajamas, and after a cursory wash, went downstairs for breakfast.

British cuisine is always associated with words like dark, deprivation and desert, but the exception is the English breakfast, which is probably the most hearty breakfast in the world. The British themselves complained that they "eat like kings for breakfast, princes for lunch, and beggars for dinner".

To welcome the wolf cubs into the extended family, Mrs. Granger prepared a full English breakfast with bacon, sausages, omelettes, roasted tomatoes, roasted mushrooms, roasted toast piled up on the entire plate, and in the corner of the plate was a spoonful of baked beans and a few potato wedges. As for cream and black tea, that's even more essential.

The wolf cub took a deep breath and felt the love from Lady Granger. Just as it was about to start, the doorbell rang at Granger's house.

"I'll take a look." Mr. Granger put down his knife and fork and went to answer the door, but the wolf cub pricked up his ears and a bad premonition came to him.

It always felt as if it had seen a familiar smell.

No way? How did he find me? The wolf cub's eyes widened in shock.

Sure enough, the familiar voice approached, Lovell's ears pricked up, the hair on his body exploded, and the whole wolf swelled in a circle.

Mrs. Granger, who had been preparing breakfast carefully, didn't notice anything unusual, she was still frying sausages.

Finally, Mr. Granger made his way to the kitchen with a complicated expression, followed by Dumbledore and Newt.

"We'll meet again, little wolf." Dumbledore smiled and greeted the wolf cub, while Mr. Granger stood aside and quickly told his wife where Dumbledore had come from.

Just after Dumbledore communicates with him, Dumbledore tells him that the wolf cub does not belong here and must be taken away.

Mr. Granger was willing to object, but could not find a basis for rebuttal. He knew that he belonged to the side that was to blame.

"You're going to take me?" Lovell looked at the two of them very warily, and at the same time stepped back a little, distancing himself from them.

Seeing Lovell speak unscrupulously in front of Muggles, Dumbledore and Newt's expressions became serious.

"I have to take you away, your presence is likely to expose the wizarding world, and you have violated the Secrecy Act by speaking in front of Mr. Granger." Now Dumbledore only hoped that the wolf cubs were not exposed to the other Muggles, otherwise God knows what the Ministry of Magic would do with the wolf cubs' tricky trouble.

"Muggle wolves don't speak." Newt added, "You're going to cause a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic by doing this, and it's best to go with us, trust me, little wolf." ”

Newt has a unique temperament in him. Compared to Dumbledore, Lovell's impression of Newt was much better.

He seemed to be naturally more trusted by animals than anyone else, which was why Dumbledore had to take him with him. It was easy to take the wolf cub by force, but Dumbledore didn't want to, it wasn't his style.

Lovell was silent for a moment, then finally looked at Newt and said in a pleading tone, "I'll hide myself outside, so can I stay here?" ”