Chapter 42 Malfoy: Scamander, We Are Actually Relatives!

What exactly does it take to become a great magic zoologist?

From Newt, we can see: a large number of magic creatures obtained illegally, against the law, or by force of law, a mobile magic box, rich knowledge of domestication, and...

a female assistant!

Female assistants are very important to magic zoologists, just like Bond to Newt, Bond girl to 007, female companion to Doctor Who, Peanut to Sherlock... Hey, it seems that something strange has sneaked in.

Rolf now has a box, but the magic creatures are still to be enriched, and his skills... he is working overtime to learn.

From this point of view, the only thing he lacks from "greatness" is a female assistant.

Considering that Rolf is only eleven years old, some witches of some level will not come to be his assistant with a salary of only thirty Galleons.

So it is necessary to start from the baby and train yourself.

So although Shirley can't do anything, Rolf is still very satisfied with this little assistant.

Of course, it would be better if the appetite could be smaller. The girl looks so thin, how come she eats meat more ferociously than Fox?

In fact, Rove does not need to teach Shirley every day. The Scamander family has handed down portraits of wizards, all of whom are experienced masters of magical animal taming.

When working, they are there to guide her.

This is the real family tradition. Many taming skills cannot be learned by groping or reading a few books. They need to be taught by old wizards.

This is also the biggest advantage of wizard families over Muggle-born wizards!

Although he has found an assistant, Rove is still very busy this weekend. In addition to treating Leif's ADHD, he also has to worry about the pregnant invisible beast Uduka.

There are still little wizards who come to him to treat their pets.

At present, there are only some cats and owls, but at least it is going in a good direction. Rove believes that there will be students soon, bringing some strange magical animals to him for treatment.

There are many little wizards like Lee Jordan who bring creatures such as bag spiders.

On Monday morning, Rolf and Neville went to the Great Hall. They had adapted to campus life and got up early this time.

The two roommates, McMillan and Justin, had also adapted to school life, or more accurately, to Hufflepuff life. They were both still sleeping in bed.

With the house elves delivering meals, they could eat while walking and then go through the secret passage in the kitchen. The commuting time would not exceed five minutes.

Therefore, they could still sleep for a long time.

Rolf did not like to eat in the dormitory. He still preferred the Great Hall. In his previous life, he had eaten snail noodles in the dormitory once.

The dormitory aunt thought the toilet had exploded and came to repair it with a mask and tools. The scene was very embarrassing for a while.

Neville's boils had completely healed without any scars, but he was still a little unhappy.

Neville had thought that he would get better slowly and Hannah would stay with him in the ward for a while longer, but he didn't know that Madam Pomfrey drove him away on Saturday morning.

Rolf was eating breakfast while flipping through a Transfiguration book. There were not many Hufflepuff students, so he would be more conspicuous reading here, and he looked like a Ravenclaw.

Just then, a group of owls flew over their heads, and a package was accurately thrown into Neville's bowl, splashing milk on his face.

Rolf did not receive the package. It was too difficult to send the package across the sea by owls, whether it was sent from Romania or the United States.

Neville opened his package. This time it was not Mrs. Longbottom's howler letter, but a crystal ball.

Neville held up the crystal ball and said excitedly:

"Rolf, it's a memory ball! Grandma knows that I always have a bad memory, so she sent me a memory ball.

It will tell you if you have forgotten something. Look, just hold it, like this, if it turns red... it means you have forgotten something..."

Neville suddenly pulled a long face, because the memory ball was red and purple, but he tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

"Did you forget to do your homework?" Rolf thought for a moment and said, "It's Transfiguration homework, which is due soon."

Neville looked dazed, he really forgot!

Rolf sighed, he had been busy with Shirley in the box these two days and forgot to remind Neville.

"Just say that the homework was lost?" Rolf suggested a bad idea: "Or it was chewed up by Rif."

"It's better to honestly admit that you forgot to write it." Neville sighed: "The punishment for lying is more severe, Professor McGonagall's temper..."

"What's wrong with me, Mr. Longbottom?"

Professor McGonagall walked over from a distance, and Malfoy followed behind her.

"Professor McGonagall, good morning, have you eaten?" Seeing Neville was completely stunned, Rolf had to help him out and greeted him enthusiastically: "If you haven't eaten, why don't you eat at the Hufflepuff table?"

"Um... I've eaten, Mr. Scamander."

Professor McGonagall was not used to this "have you eaten" way of greeting. She glanced at Rolf's Transfiguration notes on his desk and showed an admiring look.

As long as they are willing to work hard to learn Transfiguration, they are good children!

Of course, McGonagall has not forgotten that the boy hugged her, so she still kept a distance and did not dare to get too close, fearing that the boy would suddenly go crazy.

"Mr. Scamander, the Ministry of Magic has replied to me. Mr. Diggory said that he checked your box and did not carry the Murtra rat."

Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy and said, "Mr. Malfoy, do you have anything else to say?"

Malfoy shook his head.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said: "Unfortunately, Mr. Malfoy, Slytherin will be deducted ten points, and you will have to be punished with solitary confinement."

"Where are you going to be detained?" Rove asked curiously: "It can't be Professor Snape's office, right?"

Professor McGonagall obviously also knew that going to Snape's office for solitary confinement was equivalent to a day trip. Maybe as soon as he entered the door, just because Malfoy stepped in with his left foot first, he was given an extra ten points...

"Mr. Filch, that's the end of the matter."

Professor McGonagall was about to leave when she glanced at the red memory ball in Neville's hand and said softly:

"Mr. Longbottom, your grandma used to like playing with this thing, and then she always forgot to do her Charms homework... You didn't forget to do your homework too, right?"

Neville's face suddenly turned red, and he groaned.

"When I go to class, I will check your Transfiguration homework first. Don't forget to bring it or lose it... These are all reasons why Augusta used it badly!"

"..."

Professor McGonagall turned around and left quickly, but Malfoy did not walk away. He took out a wallet made of a deformed lizard from his pocket and said with a flattering look:

"Mr. Scamander, this is the compensation I owe you. For the time being, I only have the contents of one wallet. I will get the other one to you later."

Rolf hummed and didn't pay much attention to it, but Shirley's salary had been settled this year, and he still wanted to continue reading, but he didn't know that Malfoy sat down beside him.

"I haven't had breakfast yet, do you mind?" Malfoy's pale face turned red.

Malfoy didn't really want to eat. He hesitated for a moment and whispered excitedly:

"Mr. Scamander, I wrote back and looked up the family tree, and I discovered that we are actually related."

"..."

Luofu quickly stopped and said, "Most of the pure-blood wizards are relatives, so that's okay."

In order to maintain their bloodline, wizards from pure-blood families have very few choices for marriage. Like Weasley and Malfoy, families that are hostile to each other are also relatives.

"I mean we are relatives, so we can join forces, right?" Malfoy rubbed his hands and said mysteriously:

"Scamander, are you short of money?"

Why did Luo Fe feel that these words were so familiar? He said with a strange face: "Are you going to hire me as your assistant too?"

"Assistant?" Malfoy shook his head and said, "Of course not. What I mean is that the two of us join forces and collect protection fees from those little wizards."

"..."

"We can split it 50-50." Looking at Rolf's face, Malfoy hurriedly said: "Seven or three is fine, seven or three..."

He said with a sad face: "It can't be eight or two, right?"

"..."

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(Thanks to the boss of "Hua Fan Ruo Xue" for the tip.)