The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

The strong wind howled and rolled over the rock wall, and just as a few gravels were carried out, they returned to their original positions under the traction of the gray light.

The gigantic thunderbird comfortably pecked at the delicacy in the stone trough amidst the ear-splitting roar, and sometimes coquettishly rubbed against the doting boy next to it.

Aini hugged the big head that came from the arch again, and patted it twice, "Sanchez, good boy, good boy, feed yourself first, I will go to see Papara, the due date is next month, when the time comes Let's go and see the ninth surviving llama."

After speaking, he jumped off the cliff. Amidst the whistling wind, a cloud of falling feathers chased after him. After touching Aini's back, it turned into two huge wings and swooped down with him.

A few seconds later, the violent wind and thunderstorms in the sky disappeared, and under the warm sunshine, the sorbus trees stretched their branches.

In the wizarding world, of course, they're called guardian trees.

Landing on the edge of the forest, the wings turned back into long feathers and flew into the small pocket on Aini's chest.

Several Bowtruckles were built together and jumped over like a swing, most of them were tightly grasped on Aini's hair and shoulders, only one little unlucky guy had a head-to-head meeting with Aini, feeling dizzy Rolling down, fortunately the reaction was in time and it hung upside down on the corner of Aini's clothes, dangling funny.

"Oh, Tutu, Bobby... you guys are really little rascals." Aini casually sprinkled a handful of ground turtles and floated beside the little ones, a few Bowtruckles were dangling around their bodies, as happy as if they had been loved. Candy for kids.

Tutu, who was still hanging on the corner of his clothes, immediately gave up his plan to meet up with his companions, and just hung upside down like that, feeding the floating ground beetle into his mouth, and winking at Aini.The long-term companionship made Aini understand the meaning of Tutu.

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Satisfied!Annie is the best!

The big tree in front of him is also a giant among the guardian trees with magical powers. When Newt found her 40 years ago, a thunderbolt had just hit her.

There is no way, she is too tall, even taller than the fir tree next to her.

To be honest, Aini thinks this is not scientific at all.

But it's magical.Especially after the lightning strike, after the careful care of Newt, Gediya who recovered became more and more spiritual, able to respond to external information to a certain extent, and even expressed her liking for the new name.

"Gedia, look what good things I brought you." After appeasing the naughty little thing, Aini took out a large bottle containing 1 gallon of unknown liquid from his small chest pocket, uh , I believe no one will object to saying that it is a glass barrel.

Unscrewing the cap, the solution in the bottle swirled into the sky, and soon formed a rain cloud covering the entire forest. Sparse raindrops fell on the treetops, washing the whole picture more emerald green.

A "tiny" branch as thick as Aini's arm stretched out, caressing his face gently, expressing his gratitude, indistinctly, there seemed to be a little green light gushing out from the forest, beside the boy Cheering and jumping, they scrambled to become one with him.

It also brought joy and joy to Aini and his tree friends. For a moment, a beam of sunlight hit Aini's face through the branches. The smile on the young man's face was so bright and pure, which is rare in this busy city. The flash of light at first sight made Feng'er, who never stopped, become lazy, sticky and unwilling to leave.

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Dorset.

The long cliff stands on the blue sea. In this ancient territory of England, a brownstone cottage full of American Manhattan style at the beginning of the last century grows tenaciously on the cliff. When the tide rises, it takes a step back carefully. Steer clear of the more exciting waves.

The afterglow of the setting sun made the natural arch on the coast dignified and gorgeous, but it was hard to win back the eyes of the man inside the house.

Two hale and hearty, or young old men are lying on rocking chairs, kind and friendly - sharing snacks.

Well, looking at the old man on the left pulling out the hind legs of the chocolate frog from his nostrils and stuffing them back into his mouth, it is hard to imagine that this is the greatest wizard of our time, Hogwarts Headmaster of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore.

Undoubtedly, the person next to him covered with three cats and raccoons, staring at each other with distasteful beards, whether it is chocolate or some kind of inexplicable secretion traces, is Newt Scar, who is also famous and an authority on magical animals. Mander.

No matter in terms of mentality, vitality or physical state, neither of them can be called old. Perhaps apart from appearance, the only time that ordinary people can call a long time, those who love, hate, happy, sad, constantly Memories that are recalled or unwilling to be mentioned can make them more like two old people who have experienced many vicissitudes.

"Look, Albus." Newt carefully pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet from his lap and handed it to Dumbledore.

There is no way, just a few seconds ago, half of Moller's body was pressed on the newspaper, and one of Millie's front paws was resting on it.For Newt, every magical animal is family, and he always treats them with tenderness.

Watching Dumbledore take over the somewhat crumpled Daily Prophet, Newt pointed to a page and said with a teasing smile: "Is my great headmaster proud to have such an outstanding graduate? "

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow slantingly, and a name was reflected in the half-moon-shaped lens-Rita Skeeter.

"To be honest, although the reporter's remarks are somewhat exaggerated, it is unbelievable that a wizard was knocked down by a Muggle. The school life at Hogwarts is a bit too leisurely." Newt and Dumbledore have known each other for many years, They are not only teachers and students, but also like-minded friends. Naturally, they don't have too many worries when speaking. "You know, that person will reappear in the world sooner or later. At that time, these poor children may not even be able to release the Iron Armor Curse. At least let them have the ability to escape when they encounter those dog legs."

"Perhaps you are right, Newt." Putting down the newspaper, Dumbledore looked at the old buddy beside him and said sincerely: "That person's previous motivation was too strong, since he was in school, second only to... "

Dumbledore paused for a moment, his eyes were a little dazed, it seemed that the name he was about to say brought back some memories in him.

"Yes, second only to Gellert, I've been worried about..."

"I know, Albus, I can imagine that scene. Some of those people from the past will return to his command, and some young people who have not experienced war will be confused by the so-called glory, or blinded by or succumb to the spreading terror, or even join him as a blind follower." Newt also looked at Dumbledore, he could understand the old man's difficulties, but understanding did not mean agreeing .

"Albus, I agree with your concerns. Perhaps a part of them, a small part or a large part, may choose a path that is completely different from ours, but for now they are only students, and they are the future of the wizarding world. .”

Dumbledore crossed his hands and tapped the nails of his index finger lightly, "Newt, you convinced me, even though I already have a plan to deal with it. Perhaps the long experience has made me more willing to deal with those troublesome things by myself. It’s a matter of concern, but you are right, everyone has the right to choose and protect, not for me, a bad old man, to make the choice.”

"It's not that serious, Albus," Newt waved his hand. "You've guarded this land for decades."

"However, some of your deeds in the past ten years have really puzzled us. You seem to be too tolerant of some people. After the Wizarding War, the British wizarding world is like a horse-shaped monster thrown into the desert. It has shrunk dramatically."

"Ha, Newt. You've become more patient. I thought you'd have spoken a few years ago." Taking a sip of the pumpkin juice, Dumbledore continued, "When the sheep became the leader of a pack of lions, he knew When the strength is insufficient, the lion will be extravagantly expected to become more cowardly than the sheep."

"After 1980, the British wizarding world, which experienced two wizarding wars, became extremely sensitive, and the resistance to individual power reached its peak."

Dumbledore paused, his deep eyes seemed to return to the past along with the white waves in the distance.

"At that time, Fudge was a good choice. He was eloquent and sociable. More importantly, he didn't have a deep foundation, and at the same time, he didn't have an overwhelming advantage in strength. He could rebuild order faster and help the British magic world to develop faster. Heal the wound."

"Fudge and those pure-blood tricks can't be hidden from me, of course. But Newt, everything has its own rules, and unpopular actions will not last long, and someone will naturally let him go."

"But this person can't be me, Newt. For me, exploring the mysteries, grabbing power, collecting fame, these are not difficult to do, what must be done and what must be done is—"

Dumbledore paused again, and another voice sounded at the same time as his answer.

"Self-restraint."

"Self-restraint!"

Answering in unison, Dumbledore and Newt looked at each other, and the simultaneous laughter broke the dull atmosphere.

"Haha, yes, self-restraint. Newt, but it seems that I may cause them some trouble, in the distance..." Dumbledore, who was laughing, suddenly stopped, and looked at Newt with some anxiety.

"Oh, Moller," Newt looked at Dumbledore as well, avoiding the furry tail brushing his cheek.His throat moved as if he was about to say something, but then he pursed his lips and turned the atmosphere to silence again.

In the subsequent Shaoqing time, it seemed that a curtain closed and was opened again. The previous scene of laughing and talking about Yan Yan had already ended, and the new chapter obviously did not focus on joy.

The cats and raccoons raised their heads and looked out the window suspiciously. It was strange that the weather was bright and sunny, so it seemed like a typhoon had passed through and entered a low-pressure mass, but before their sleepy little heads figured out the situation , A scent that floated one after another hooked them and ran to the corridor.

Soon, under the lure of Glutton, San Miao quickly took his place in the kitchen, followed by Dumbledore's slightly deep voice.

"Yes, Newt. I just came back, and it's still the same... Difficult to approach, and the intensity hasn't changed significantly..."

The voice coming to the kitchen was intermittent, but Porpontina, who was busy in the kitchen, obviously knew what they were talking about. The fried fish and chips that were dancing happily with the magic wand also softened after emitting a puff of black smoke. Lie in the pot softly, revealing a bitter taste.

"Mom, I'm hungry, and Ax insists on pestering me to play, it's really exhausting."

Aini's voice came from afar, and Tina quickly cleaned up the spatula and started cooking again.

"Okay baby, take a break first, and dinner will be served soon."

The bitter smell of paste is swept away, and the sweetness of life floats in the air. It is said that time can heal everything, but the better medicine than it is family affection and hope.