A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix was about to start his introduction when a black shadow ran out of the tent, climbed Newt's feet onto his shoulders, and pointed at Felix with one hand on his hips and one finger.

"Haw! Haw!" Sniff Warren exclaimed excitedly.

Even Harry and the others could see that this Sniff was making a complaint.

"Oh, Warren," Newt said reassuringly, "it's good to learn a little bit more, you should really read the 'Sniff' section I wrote, and if you can read, I can give it to you every year. I wrote a letter..."

Sniff Warren looked at Newt in disbelief.

Newt looked at it. "Are you still drinking your tonic? I brought one..."

"Ha!"

Sniff let out a groan, threw himself from his shoulders into Felix's arms, and hid his head, making everyone laugh.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Newt Scamander, the most famous expert in the protection of magical creatures in the world." Felix held the sniff and smiled. The author said: "Mr. Scamander came over this morning, and Headmaster Dumbledore successfully persuaded him to leave a precious memory with Hogwarts... If someone writes this school history in the future, It must be worth writing about today.”

Newt looked at Felix uncomfortably, with the same expression on his face as his memory.

The adoration of knowledge flickered in Hermione's eyes, and she couldn't wait to say, "Mr. Newt Scamander, we wrote to you - me, Harry and Ron," she pointed to the next Two, "About Hagrid's Buckbeak! It's still in the Forbidden Forest, living with its family!"

Newt looked at Hermione, then at Harry and Ron, who were shorter, and at Cedric, Collins, Roger Davis who were standing beside them - all staring at him, he found himself has become the focus of attention.

He said softly, "Miss Granger? Oh...I just did what I thought was the right... thing, and I'd be happy about it."

They sat around a simple wooden square table in the camp, and the wood texture on the surface of the table could be clearly seen. The memory belonging to Newt whispered: "Sorry, sorry." Then it disappeared.

Newt himself blinked, looking reluctantly at the place where the memory disappeared. When he turned around, he found that everyone was looking at him in surprise, and he cleared his throat, "Well, let's get started... Dumbledore said to me, just leave a memory and leave the matter to him. That's fine...but I insist on seeing you guys before I leave, I think it's necessary."

"My footprints have been all over five continents. I have visited the dens of beasts, the burrows of underground animals, and the nests of birds. I have observed the peculiar habits of magical animals in more than 100 countries, and have personally experienced their skills and won their trust. , and occasionally I use a travel water bottle to drive them away."

"Brigade, travel water bottle...?" Roger Davis laughed and stroked his hair, "Have you met a group of migrating goblins?"

Others wanted to laugh a little too.

But Newt answered Davis seriously, "No, it's a bunch of big-headed monsters."

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"Well--"

Felix hooked his fingers, and a strange creature appeared on the ground, about a foot tall, with a hairy body but a big, bare gray head.

"That's it," Newt said happily, "see, their heads are surprisingly big compared to their bodies, they just need to lie down on the ground - yes, thanks - you see, if you don't pay attention, They will mistake them for a big bright and round stone. Many traveling wizards don't realize it. They rest on them and rest on them, only to wake up and find themselves more tired and lethargic...or into a state of hysterical despair."

"This kind of creature likes to chase people's shadows. If you encounter them in the wild, you can make some noise to scare them, of course, a stun spell can also be used, or simply kick it away with your feet..."

Of the six warriors, only Cedric took the sixth-grade Conservation of Magical Creatures class, which stemmed from the influence of his father, Mr. Amos Diggory, who now works in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control. He'd seen pictures of the big-headed monster in class, but it was still novel when he listened to Newt's introduction. They found that the somewhat snarky old man was always eloquent when he mentioned magical animals, and inadvertently mentioned many interesting details,

Harry asked about the Thunderbirds.

"It's a big, flying, bird-like magical creature that senses danger and creates storms as it flies," Newt said fondly. "Almost seventy years ago, in 1926 to be exact, I was in Egypt from The next Thunderbird was rescued by a dealer, I'll call it Frank, and something happened...I can't say, signed a nondisclosure agreement...but I got to know my wife in this incident..."

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The ptarmigan is a bit like a magnified eagle, with brilliant feathers that vary in color, but generally trails two long tail feathers - they are distant relatives of the phoenix. Frank's feathers are gold and white, and in the sun Glittering down like flowing clouds."

Harry pressed on, "But I heard, uh, ptarmigan feathers can be used as wands. What's so special about that wand? And horned water snakes?"

Byers had told him that his wand core was a ptarmigan feather, while Victor Graves' core was a cut from the horn of a water snake.

Newt thought for a while and said, "Thunderbirds are very sensitive to supernatural dangers. It is said that the wand made of Thunderbird feathers is not only powerful, but can also launch spells first in a duel..." Harry looked at each other deeply. , Newt continued: "But I think this description is a bit exaggerated, I'm no stranger to my wife Tina's wand made of ptarmigan feathers. She often complains to me that her wand is difficult to control. "

"As for the horned water snake, I don't know much about its wand," Newt said matter-of-factly: "I only know that if there is enough tacit understanding with the owner, the wand can issue an early warning when it is in danger, which is related to the habit of the horned water snake. similar……"

Felix interjected: "I happen to know a little about the material of the wand. One thing you need to know is that although the wand chooses the wizard, the wizard will also affect the wand with the long-term company. Even the same material and wand core Magic wands can have different effects in the hands of different wizards, so you should pay more attention to people."

Several people nodded.

For the next hour, they chatted and enjoyed a leisurely evening, as if they were really led by Professor Haipu to the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve and happened to meet a knowledgeable elder.

"...the first time I saw dragons was in a secret Ministry of Magic program, in 1914, when I was just coming of age...just a low-level employee of the Ministry...but the rest of the Ministry took the group The Ukrainian Iron Belly had no choice but to approach me. Later they had to abandon the plan because the Ministry of Magic investigators found out that the dragons only responded to me..."

Harry and the others stared blankly at Newt, who explained—

"I was born with the ability to communicate with and connect with different creatures, and I was very good at dealing with them... Later, in 1918, August Worm, publisher of the Book Company of Silent Books, commissioned me to write a book The definitive handbook on Fantastic Beasts. I embraced the offer, but felt so inadequate that I used my vacation to travel the world, amass material, and in 1925 embarked on a year-long trip to document the habitats of various Fantastic Beasts land……"

The young wizards present, including Felix, listened silently, and could hear with his own ears an outstanding, even a great wizard, about his experience in his youth, and felt from his words that those things that could not be put into writing The deep thought on this feeling is quite fascinating.

"It was a wonderful day, carefree, always looking forward to tomorrow. I walked through the dark African forests, watching the precious images of runes emerging from eggshells; wading through the bright Egyptian desert, going to Follow the local legends about the sphinx; wander the deserted Irish Green Lake, clothe the horse-shaped water monster with broadleaf cattails; climb the twisty European mountains and witness the antics of the mountain trolls trying to tame the horned beast... "

"It wasn't until 1927 that I finished the first edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which quickly became a bestseller."

"Or Hogwarts textbooks!" said Roger Davis.

"My mom used it as a storybook to put me to sleep...but she didn't realize that was counterproductive," Cedric said, and there was a good-natured snicker around him.

...

"Children." Newt was ready to end the conversation for the day.

"I originally just wanted more people to recognize the characteristics of the magical animals that live on the same land as us, and improve their lives by the way. People at that time still had prejudice against these animals, and for centuries because of the "What is an animal?" The question of who is a human being is constantly debated... I have also been traveling constantly, and I have been thinking more and more about the relationship between animals and humans. If there is one thing I am eager to tell you from my experience, it is that only communication And understanding will bridge the gap.”

Newt stood up and adjusted his blue coat.

"Mr. Scamander, have you really decided not to stay for another day or two?" Felix persisted.

"I'm a little worried about Tina...she's at home alone, taking care of the magical beasts in the basement, which is not an easy task," Newt said. "I've left all my knowledge of magical beasts behind. , he will replace me and tell you everything about the fire dragon."

"I wish you well in advance to pass the test." He put on his hat and said to the six warriors.

Harry and the others returned their salutes in a mess, and then Hermione asked, "Mr. Scamander, how did you feel when you first knew that you were going to face the fire dragon, did you have any fears?"

"fear?"

"Just worried, too excited to sleep," Hermione said.

"My opinion may not be suitable for you, but in my opinion, worrying means suffering one more crime. And whether it was me at that time or you now, all faced the fire dragon in a relatively safe environment, so We can rest a little...hope we can help you, Miss Granger." Newt replied earnestly.

When he was about to leave, he saw that his memory was hidden in the fog, and behind him was a group of magical animals.

The memories of the past were vivid in his mind, his eyes were moist, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and left classroom No. 7 with everyone.