Snape: Is this - replaced by a week?

Send him a gift?

When I opened it, it wasn't a precious thing, just a basilisk tooth with tooth decay.

I always feel that there is some irony in it.

Next, Professor Dumbledore gave him a gift, a dozen pairs of socks of different colors.

Styles vary.

But they were all Muggle productions, and some of them were embroidered with very childish cartoon images.

Like Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, Spider-Man, Superman or something.

Owen was very disgusted when he saw it.

I'll go, what are these things?

I! Owen Sanchez, the dark boss, me, I'm going out in this kind of thing?

I want my dark outfit!

I want my gloomy and cold temperament!

I want my demonic creed of life!

Wearing this kind of thing, I'm jumping!

Owen, grief and indignation, tore open the last gift box.

It was a letter.

[The gift has been delivered, Merry Christmas. 】

Get! His grandfather is in the field again!

After calming down.

Owen glanced at the clothes on the bed

And then — and then Spider-Man with one kick and Donald Duck with the other.

Wearing a sweater woven by Morry, he ran out of the dormitory in a smoke!

The Christmas party in the afternoon will be held as usual.

The auditorium is decorated in grand style.

Not only were there a dozen Christmas trees covered in silver frost and thick friezes of parasitic and holly crisscrossing the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, gently falling from the ceiling.

The professors on the rostrum were happy, full of spring light, without the slightest sense of tension when the school was in danger.

And what about Headmaster Dumbledore?

He's not here.

Listening to other young wizards, it was as if he saw someone visiting him.

Someone visiting?

Owen thought of his grandfather for the first time, but it wasn't right to turn his head and think about it!

If it was his grandfather, then why didn't he deliver the Christmas gift box in person, but also ask someone?

Holding the doubts in his heart, Owen waited quietly.

The auditorium continued to be a place of laughter and laughter for the professors until about a dozen minutes after the Christmas feast began.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony outside the doorway.

Then Dumbledore walked in with a man by the hand.

It was a very old man, carrying a brown suitcase, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Gray hair, unnaturally curled, looks a little raunchy.

His face was still reluctant to lift, staring at the stone slab under his feet, very shy.

He wears an old-fashioned gray suit with a brown jacket and white shirt and a black bow tie.

His outer coat appears to have been specially crafted, with many pockets.

The collar was upright, and the pants were tucked into the boots.

He had a slightly weird, nerdy temperament, but in the end he looked more like an adventurer.

Well~ Owen already knows who this gentleman is.

Oh~~~ Mr. Scamander!

"Oh! That's what I'm going to introduce to you. Owen's gaze met Dumbledore's, and then he took Mr. Newt and walked over.

"Don't look at his age, but in terms of magical talent, Owen is definitely the best I've ever seen."

Owen looked at Newt, who was in his nineties.

And Newt was looking at him, too.

Is this Dumbledore's favorite student?

Suddenly, our senior Newt had such a sentence in his heart.

"Hello." He said shyly.

Although he is nearly ninety-six years old, Senior Newt is still not good at talking to people, even if the other party is only a twelve-year-old wizard.

He looked at Owen with a little dodge in his eyes.

"Hello, Senior Newt! I especially like Ling's book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", I buy every edition. Owen opened his shiny gray eyes, blinked, and sold cute.

In a trance, Newt suddenly felt that those eyes, he seemed to have seen them somewhere.

He seemed to remember that there had been a pair of such gray eyes staring at him.

However, the man seemed to want his life

"Thank you." Senior Newt nodded stiffly, and then suddenly stopped talking.

In the silence, the air became awkward.

Professor Dumbledore on the side looked at him playfully, and after a while, Senior Newt suddenly woke up, "Oh! By the way, it's Christmas. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and dug into the pocket of his trench coat, muttering to himself, "Hobie, let go, this is not your food." ”

"Alright, Millie, I'll get you a new bed."

Newt, a senior who pulls with the cutie in his pocket, is kind and persuasive.

Finally, two pets that looked very much like feral cats were brought out.

It was two small cat-like creatures the size of a palm, with various spots on their fur, particularly large ears, and tails like the tails of lions.

"I'm sorry, they're a little shy." Senior Newt, holding one in one hand, smiled shyly at Owen before tucking them back into his pocket.

"The cat has just been born, and it can't do without its mother." He said

"Here's for you." Then he handed Owen the toys of the two cats, a rather old book covered with kitten scratches, but also very new.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, fifty-third edition.

"Wow! New version yes! "Although Owen never turned the book over.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" is a banned book in his house.

But as a popular read that every wizard would buy, he had seen Justin's.

The new book he bought last year was only in its fifty-second edition.

"That's—Albus."

After giving Owen the gift, Senior Newt suddenly became very anxious, he held the suitcase in both hands, and his eyes kept looking back and forth at the many young wizards in the auditorium.

Especially the direction of Slytherin.

He was forced to come with a mission.

A dark wizard who forcibly broke into his house last September and talked about some good memories of the past gave him a Christmas gift task.

"Owen, it seems that Newt doesn't know you very well!" Professor Dumbledore looked like he was starting a play, standing aside and laughing.

"It's okay! I have a special skill for being remembered! ”

Just kidding, the socially reckless Owen would still worry that others won't remember him?

And he also guessed that Senior Newt should have come to him.

Immediately, he coughed twice, cleared his throat, and put his hands behind his back.

With a wicked smile on his face, he stared at Newt tightly and said, "Mr. Scamander! ”

"What made Dumbledore so partial to you?"

"Do you → think Dumbledore will mourn → you?"

The same tone, the same tone.

Even the head-swaying posture is almost the same.

In an instant, Newt's thoughts were taken back to the past.

The sinister wizard had asked him questions in the same tone as Owen.

"Oops!" The despicable old Deng interrupted Owen's performance with a violent shudder.

He glared at Owen, then turned his head and said to Newt with a smile: "The child is a little skinny, not very obedient, don't care." ”

“？？？”

Mr. Newt, it seems, has been hit harder of sorts.

He staggered back a few steps, then looked up at the courtyard flag on the long table in front of him.

He looked down at Owen again, then at the courtyard flag, and then at Owen.

？？？

I don't care!

I don't care?

I don't care?!!!

Is the Sorting Hat old and confused?

He screamed in his heart.

How could this little wizard with Grindelwald II be in Hufflepuff!!

"Y-you're the one."

"But—why—is it Hufflepuff?" Senior Newt seemed to have a stuck head, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Oh! The hat was broken. Owen said with a grin.

"But I also like Hufflepuffs, it's friendly and honest, and I like it."

"Okay—good." Mr. Newt still doesn't seem to be able to accept that children with deep ties to Grindelwald will be sorted into Hufflepuffs.

As a former Hufflepuff, he was deeply proud of his house.

But now he is a little worried.

Hufflepuff - a thousand years of reputation! There can't be a big devil

Owen stared at Senior Newt with the plague-looking eyes.

The corners of the mouth are blooming!

Then he was already shy, but now he can't say a word.

After a moment of stunnedness, he suddenly crouched on the ground, and then opened his lifeline.

Wand, waving slightly.

A gift box flew up at once.

"Grindelwald for your Christmas present."

He said in a stiff tone as if he was holding some hot potato.

Then he shoved the box to Owen.

"What's that?" Owen was holding a wooden box about two feet wide, and Justin beside him was sharp-eyed to help him carry it, and everyone placed the box on the long table.

Open slowly.

A staggering number of magic books greeted you.

Judging by the handwriting, it looks like someone's handwriting rather than a printed book.

Notes on his grandfather's study of the dark arts?

The thought crossed Owen's mind in an instant.

Then he looked back at Old Deng Tou as if he were nothing.

Look at the people! I didn't forget to write a book on the way out! Look at you again!

Day by day, I wonder how to play with the little wizard!

Pattern - pattern!

No—let's let Grandpa be the headmaster!

I feel that if Grindelwald were the principal, the first grade would have caused so much trouble after discovering Quirrell's strange appearance, and he would have already gnawed on a big melon to send him back to the West.

"Roar~" Just as Owen was criticizing his headmaster with sharp eyes, a sudden childish cry in the box drew his attention back.

It was a dragon with rainbow-colored scales and jewel-like eyes—right?

It's just - why do dragons have wings on their wings?

Looking at its nose again, it is not turned out like a normal dragon, and it still has two horns on its head.

"What is this?" Owen said, pointing to the tip of the little thing's nose.

"Australian Protein Eye." The magical beast protection master beside him immediately replied instinctively.

Oh! My Newt seniors just don't have resistance to magical beasts.

"It's not just Australian protein eyes." As he spoke, he suddenly bent over and pointed his finger at the eyes and body of the little dragon and said, "Australian Albumin, considered one of the most beautiful fire dragons, has pearl-shaped scales and no pupils. ”

In order to be evenly ordered, let's change it to two chapters and three thousand in the future, and the number of words will remain the same, and the chapters will be fewer, so that the average order will look high

(End of chapter)