Chapter 47： Newt Scamander

"Ding, ding, ding." Before the dinner began, Dumbledore knocked on the goblet three times, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided.

"Before you enjoy your meal, I have one thing to announce," Dumbledore stood up. "Our Professor Kettleburn has suffered some misfortune and is still recovering. Fortunately, however, I The author of your textbook was persuaded to substitute."

"Welcome, Professor Newt Scamander."

There was warm applause in the auditorium, and Sean could hear Hermione whispering in surprise: "He's the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them! He almost single-handedly established the Ministry of Magic's werewolf registry. He also facilitated the order of "Feeding for Experimental Purposes", and he even received the second order of the Order of Merlin, he is going to teach us a lesson?!"

Sean's applause was warm, and he turned his head and added with a smile, "Professor Scamander is also on a chocolate frog picture."

"That's not the point!" Hermione's voice resented a lot, "The protection of magical animals can't be taken until the third grade, and I can't even take his class!"

Sean had to shrug, he couldn't pray that Professor Keitelburn would always lie down so that Professor Scamander would always take his place.

In the warm applause, Newt stood up. He didn't seem to be quite used to this atmosphere, and just showed a shy smile.

"Thank you, thank you everyone." Newt greeted and sat down quickly.

Sean took a second glance curiously. Just like the legend, this Newt Scamander is obsessed with the protection and research of magical animals and is not very good at socializing.

After the dinner started, Dumbledore smiled and pulled over a plate: "Try it, you have been away from Hogwarts for so many years, I wonder if the dishes in the kitchen are still to your liking."

Although Newt was full of gray hair, he was still full of energy. He hunched his back and spoke very quickly: "Thank you, Dumbledore, I'm exhausted from the journey here in Dorset, I really need to add ."

"Oh, Newt, it's not the journey that wears you out, it's your suitcase." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, I don't have the energy I had when I was young now, and there are only some little guys left in the box." Newt said quickly.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, then raised his goblet: "I hope so, Newt, thank you again for accepting my invitation."

"Hands up, Dumbledore."

After the dinner was over, Sean quickly bid farewell to Hermione, and then caught up with Newt.

Dumbledore, who was talking to Professor McGonagall, saw this scene and smiled slightly.

Although Newt's hair and beard were all white, his pace was fast and dense, and Sean trotted to catch up with him at the corner of the third floor.

"Professor Scamander." Sean stopped him politely.

"Oh, hello, but it's not class time yet." Newt glanced at him, nodded and prepared to go upstairs.

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's a question that has been bothering me for a long time. I've seen a magical beast's egg, and I'm very curious about what's inside it. A turquoise pattern, with dense blood lines on the edges of the pattern, and a bright red glow. The light, the size," Sean compared his head, "about the size of my head."

Sean was worried about what would happen if his egg was dragged down, so he could only hurry up and disturb Professor Scamander who had just finished his journey.

And Newt is a wizard who likes to get along with magical animals far more than humans. Only by throwing his own questions quickly can he attract his attention. Otherwise, Sean suspects that he will perfunctory himself and leave in a hurry.

Sure enough, Newt's steps stopped all of a sudden, he turned his head, and his eyes were shining.

"Are you sure the egg you've seen looks like this?"

"I'm sure." Sean nodded earnestly.

Newt leaned against the stone wall, knocking his hands against the wall involuntarily.

"Strange, it sounds like... But how did the blood lines and red light come from... The mutant is still a new species..."

Sean didn't bother him, just stood by with a smile.

It took a while for Newt to wake up.

He looked at his watch: "Oh... sorry, can you come to my office with me, I have a small picture book, you can identify it... oh, sorry, what's your name?"

"Sean Wallup, sir."

"Come on, Mr. Wallup, if you don't mind going to bed later."

"Of course, sir."

Sean followed Newt to an office. With sharp eyes, he saw the suitcase on the desk.

The corners of the suitcase are a little worn, and the brass turntable in the middle is also worn a lot.

"Boom--" The suitcase jumped twice by itself, and a dull sound came from inside.

"Don't worry." Newt took off his jacket and put one hand on the box.

"You can find a place to sit, and I'll find it for you." After that, Newt carried the suitcase and walked into a small room by the wall It seemed that he was not familiar with him, so he couldn't take me with him. Go get acquainted.

Sean sighed regretfully and turned to look at the room.

Looking ordinary, it is not very accurate to say that the office is a small bedroom, because there are no other facilities in the room except for tables, chairs, and beds, and there is a wooden door behind the door. Shelf, I don't know what it's used for.

Suddenly, Sean felt his trouser legs being pulled.

He looked down and saw that a budding green branch was pulling Sean's trouser legs with its little hands, it was a tree protector.

"Hey, little guy." Sean stretched out his hand to the ground.

Hushuluoguo looked at Sean with its small brown eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, he jumped onto Sean's palm.

"Hello, are you Professor Scamander's friend, or did you come here by yourself?" Sean teased it.

Hushuluoguo didn't seem to be afraid of life at all. It hugged Sean's fingers with both hands and swung a swing on it.

"It likes you very much, Mr. Wallup." Newt came out with a thick picture book with a smile on his face.

"I think I've always been a fan of Fantastic Beasts, sir." Sean smiled and folded his hands together, so that the tree guard had more room to move.

"Hushuluoguo won't easily recognize a wizard, especially when he doesn't have a turtle in his hands." Newt nodded slightly surprised, and then handed over the picture book.

"Look, is this it?"

Sean looked at the page that was opened and was immediately determined.

The picture above is what my egg looked like before.

At the bottom of the picture is a line of small characters: Winged Demon.