Thanks to his talent for mastery of languages, Lovell was able to communicate with humans and understand human words. So Lovell soon realizes that the pouch belongs to the hapless Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

With the simplicity of "what I pick up is mine", the wolf cub feels that he is qualified to handle this prey.

Unlike human moral standards, there is no reason for the wolf cub to return to its original owner in the worldview, and what is picked up is it. It's like a wolf who picks up half of a wild boar in the wild that has been eaten and hidden, does it have to wait for the boar's owner to come back and give it over? Obviously not - you could be the next meal for the boar owner.

Therefore, the wolf cub opened the small leather bag without any psychological burden, but to its disappointment, there were only some small metal pieces of different colors inside.

"That's it......" Lovell was a little disappointed: how nice it would be if there was a fragrant roasted chicken hidden in it! It's a pity not to mention chickens, this small bag may not even fit quails.

Fred and George were still waiting in line for the order, and the wolf cub was bored again, and he casually dropped the small leather bag on the table. For it, the appeal of this bag is not as great as that of a tea bag that has lost its taste.

While Lovell was in a daze, a middle-aged man ran into the three brooms in a panic, and instead of going to the front desk to order, he stared at the floor and walked around.

The man looked to be fifty or sixty years old, with short gray hair, and was wearing a decent black suit, but the white mark on the butt of the suit ruined the sense of decency and made him look a little embarrassed.

This man's appearance is very distinctive: he has a pair of big brown eyes, a pair of thick black eyebrows, and a few very deep wrinkles on his forehead, which looks a little "bitter and hateful", but the pair of attractive ears makes him look a little funny.

From the clothes to the appearance, the whole person reveals a harmonious atmosphere.

"Professor Dimmit, why are you here again?" When Mrs. Rostarmer saw the visitor, the smile on her face stiffened, and then she immediately left the bar and came to the middle-aged man. It turns out that this somewhat comical middle-aged man is the owner of Lovell's money bag, Thomas Dimmit, Hogwarts professor and hapless egg.

This new professor at Hogwarts left a deep impression on Lady Rostamer, this person seemed to have been cursed by the gods, and the whole person had a "musty smell", and he was unlucky wherever he went.

As a businessman, Madame Rostamer was very reluctant to receive such a broom star—what if she passed on his bad luck to herself?

But when the guest came to the door, there was no reason to rush out, so she hurried to greet him, hoping that he could leave as soon as possible.

"My purse is gone." Professor Dimmit was a little frustrated: "I just got this month's salary!" ”

There was a look of sympathy on Madame Rostarmer's face.

"Have you considered summoning it with the Flying Charm?" Out of sympathy, she gave her own advice.

Dimmit was a little embarrassed, "This kind of thing like a money bag will definitely cast an anti-flying curse." ”

Mrs. Rostamer: ......

Why don't you count so much? People like you, don't you have a little self-knowledge? The people in this bar don't lose their wallets as many times as you do, why did you add a setting to your wallet that can't respond to the summons of the Flying Spell?! What does the brain think?

Mrs. Rostamer had a lot of grooves to vomit, but she didn't know where to start, so she could only purse her lips and say with a somewhat uncontrollable expression: "I'll put you a notice—"

Thomas Dimmit was frustrated: "The past two days have been really unlucky, I was injured by a wild boar a few days ago, I was admitted to the school hospital, and I broke my foot on duty at night just two days ago - how could I forget that the staircase steps would disappear?!" I finally waited until payday and lost my salary and wallet again! ”

He stomped his foot, "Damn it, I shouldn't have taken Dumbledore's job!" ”

Seeing Dimmit say this, Mrs. Rostamer did not answer, but asked the waiter to bring some hot drinks and give them to Professor Dimmit to relieve his fatigue.

"Why don't you check out Professor Trelawney, who is not the great-granddaughter of the Prophet Kassandra Trelawney?" Mrs. Rostamer did not blush when she lied. She didn't even believe herself. She knew very well that Sybil Trelawney was a liar, and she used to be very down-and-out, and she didn't know what to do with her a few years ago before she became a Hogwarts professor of divination.

But this is not a dead horse as a live horse doctor, just like drinking a placebo, before and after is to try to have peace of mind.

Hearing this, Dimmit's face darkened directly. Of course, he looked for Trelawney, not long after he joined the company, and then Professor Trelawney was amazed at him and told him that, judging from his face, tsk, it was a no-show, and it was recommended to deal with the aftermath as soon as possible. This Professor Dimmit off - what are you telling the truth!

Mrs. Rostamer wanted Professor Trelawney to start the placebo effect, but Trelawney wasn't even a placebo! The normal placebo is to drink it and lie to you that the drug works, and the Trelawney brand placebo is to drink it and the doctor tells you: you are dead.

Isn't it funny to count on Trelawney to comfort people?

Seeing that she seemed to have said the wrong thing again, Mrs. Rostamer simply shut up, so as not to say more wrong.

The wolf cub was on the side, and after listening to the whole process, there was a trace of pity in his heart, and a little uneasiness: Professor Dimmit had sprained his ankle two days ago, but he knew it.

After thinking about it for a while, Lovell made a decision.

Anyway, I can't look at the things in that small bag, so I just give it back to him, and one day the East Window incident happens, I hope he can take care of today's old feelings and let it go.

So it walked over to Dimmit and Rostamer and sat down obediently.

"Huh? What a beautiful ...... Little wolf? Is it your new pet? Dimmit noticed the wolf cub, and he could tell at a glance that this beautiful silver elf was a wolf, but it was so well-behaved that Dimmit was a little unconfident.

Mrs. Rostamer shook her head, "It's the pet brought by the two guests. ”

The wolf cub listened quietly to their conversation, and then with a flick of his tail, he swept the small leather bag hidden behind his ass in front of Dimmit.

Dimitri:?!

"Merlin is on top, isn't this my money bag?!" He immediately leaned down and picked up the money bag, looking at the lost money bag, Dimmit's eyes became watery: this is really not easy!

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The first one is offered, sorry for being late, mainly because I fell asleep in bed after going home, and I just woke up......