Chapter 77: Stay Away From Dumbledore and Start with Scamander

Newt is eager to get Nagini away from Albania.

But from a rational point of view, Rove does not think that taking Nagini away is a wise choice.

As a blood-cursed orc, Nagini eventually transformed from a witch into a python due to the blood curse inherited from her family's maternal line...and this process is irreversible.

She is no longer the same person she used to be.

Voldemort has an extraordinary love for Nagini, and will even make a Horcrux in the future, which shows that this feeling is almost perverted... far beyond those of the so-called Death Eaters.

When Voldemort returns to Albania and discovers that his "little cutie" is missing, the first person to be suspicious will only be Newt, after all, he has been in this forest for more than half a year!

But then again, if one day your friend turns into a beast and is seduced by bad people, and you have the opportunity to take her away, will you just sit back and ignore it?

At least Newt doesn't.

Whether he will be targeted by Voldemort is not within the scope of Newt's consideration. Who has not fought against the Dark Lord... Don't think of the first generation Dark Lord as the devil!

Therefore, Rolf had no reason or position to stop Newt. He had to take advantage of Voldemort's presence at Hogwarts to help Newt steal the house as soon as possible and take away Tom's pet Nagini.

Isn't this a kind of NTR?

A black Romanian long-horned dragon flew over the forest like a dark cloud, and finally hovered over a bunker.

The most famous thing about Albania, apart from poverty and backwardness, is probably the bunkers dotted throughout the country.

As First Secretary Hoxha, who has led this country for nearly 40 years, he is a rare man who can offend both the Eastern and Western camps, as well as third world countries.

Hoxha, who vowed to be the enemy of the whole world, built more than 700,000 bunkers in every corner of the country in order to increase strategic depth.

Newt has been living in a bunker for the past six months.

After the two got off the Romanian Longhorned Dragon, they then entered the bunker for a visit. Rove found that the bunker was surprisingly solidly built, and there were even some weapons left by Muggles.

The boy quickly mentioned the things he encountered during the trip, especially the ghost Ms. Gray.

"Ms. Gray is actually Helena Ravenclaw, the daughter of Ravenclaw. Many ghosts and portraits of the principal in the castle know this, and Professor Dumbledore also knows." Newt whispered:

"So when she said 'mother's smell', she was referring to Ravenclaw. Do you have something Ravenclaw in you?"

"Could it be this?" Luo Fe thought for a moment and took out a book from the black leather case. He opened the book and revealed the silverfish.

After thinking about it, the only thing in his body that might be related to Ravenclaw was this silverfish caught in the library.

The oldest book in the library comes from Ravenclaw's private collection. This silverfish, which is more than 900 years old, has been hidden in the library and happens to have an owner.

Newt took the nine-tailed silverfish and stroked it gently with his old hands. He couldn't help but smile and said, "The one in the Hogwarts library? I saw it when I was a kid."

"While I was catching the silverfish, I heard a witch's voice in my ear." Rove recalled, "But only I could hear it at the time, and no one else could."

"This is not uncommon. Maybe the magic left on the silverfish will be triggered after it is caught." Newt pondered, looked at the boy again, and said softly:

"Have you told anyone else about this?"

"Only Hermione, Shirley and Neville who went to the library with me at that time know."

"Don't let any more wizards know about this. Silverfish themselves are very rare and the price is high on the black market." The old man said slowly:

"This kind of silverfish that is more than 900 years old is extremely rare in the world. Only ancient magic schools like Hogwarts can breed it."

"Even Nico's private library only has one silverfish that's over four hundred years old. I've seen it, and it's nowhere near as good as this one."

"Nicholas Flamel?"

The old man nodded gently, crossed the threshold, walked down the steps, and walked towards a living room that he had remodeled. He sat on a chair and said:

"As for whether it was left by Ravenclaw, I think you can ask Ms. Grey. She is the daughter of Ravenclaw. Since she has taken the initiative to pester you, she will definitely be willing to tell you."

Luofu nodded and sat down on the chair.

"By the way, your grandma came here with Margery some time ago."

Luo Fu looked nervous and said, "You didn't mention me."

"Margery sent you a Christmas gift. She asked you to open it quickly." Newt took a package from the table and handed it to the boy.

"Don't open it, just leave it alone!" Luo Fu shook his head desperately. This crazy woman was trying to trick him every time she gave a gift.

The year before last, he was given a big shit egg, which exploded as soon as he opened it; the year before that, it was a Playboy, and he was asked to open it in front of everyone, almost causing social death; last year, it was a dress that he wanted to change into superior.

If Margaery delivers a corpse someday, it would not be strange to Rolf.

"Your grandma left you a letter." Newt took out a letter from his arms.

After Luo Fei opened it, he looked at it carefully.

"What did Tina say?" Newt asked curiously.

"She was disappointed that I didn't go to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Expected." Newt smiled. "But I'm very happy. Tina doesn't know how good Professor Dumbledore is. He can teach you a lot."

"One more thing, about you." Luo Fe raised his eyebrows.

"Grandma told me to be careful of Professor Dumbledore's sweet words and not to be deceived by him like you."

"..."

"Rolf, I think Tina may have always been prejudiced against Albus, right?" Newt defended in a low voice.

"But I think grandma is right." Luo Fe grinned and said:

"This Christmas, if it weren't for Professor Dumbledore, you would definitely be staying with grandma instead of in this bunker deep in the forest."

All I can say is... stay away from Dumbledore-style scams and start with Scamander.

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Hogsmeade,

Hog's Head Bar.

In the room on the second floor, Dumbledore stood in front of a portrait and couldn't help sneezing several times.

The girl in the portrait smiled playfully at the old man.

"Ariana said before that sneezing means someone is saying bad things about a person behind their back." Dumbledore looked at the portrait and said in a soft voice:

"She often sneezes on purpose, and then says I'm talking bad about her behind her back and won't let me read..."

Aberforth was cooking, and when he heard his brother chattering like a bitch, he felt a little upset and said politely:

"If you sneeze when you are scolded, then you must be sneezing all the time. The number of people who scold you is probably from Hogwarts to Albania...I scold you often."

The last words were whispered, but Albus Dumbledore heard them.

"Sorry, Aberforth, I just wanted to say that Ariana liked me the most, but I was a bit late to the point."

"She likes me the most, not you!" Aberforth chopped the kitchen knife on the table and said irritably: "And why are you talking so much nonsense today? Are you usually like this at school?

How could Minerva tolerate you with such a bad temper, without secretly casting a curse on you to shut you up? "

Before the old man could speak, Aberforth added, "Don't mind, I speak more straightforwardly."

Dumbledore was really silent this time.

Aberforth seemed to think it was a bit too much, so he decided to treat his brother well as a Christmas gift.

He poured the vinegar he bought from the little Hufflepuff wizard into the pot, scooped up the thick, dark stew with a spoon, and placed it in a bowl.

Aberforth put the greasy bowl on the table and said rudely: "Eat quickly, there is not enough."

"Come for dinner, Fawkes?" Aberforth gently prepared another piece of food for Fawkes.

The color and smell of Fawkes' food were closer to normal meals, while the food in Dumbledore's bowl was more like the mud under the Black Lake.

But Albus Dumbledore chewed his food slowly and with relish, as if it were a rare delicacy.

"By the way, there's something I have to tell you." Aberforth said suddenly.

"Hagrid, your idiot administrator, was drinking in my bar last night, got drunk by a strange wizard, and then played Gwent with him..."

"Oh?" Professor Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said, "Hagrid lost miserably?"

"No." Aberforth sneered: "Drunk Hagrid won and took away a dragon egg."

"I know." The old man was very calm. He looked out the window, the breeze was blowing on his face, and his white beard was flowing.

Tom, you're still up to your old tricks.

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