v3 Chapter 72： This sniffle I've seen

Tom sat alone in the chair, staring at the socks Hermione left behind. He still smelled of Hermione, as if the lovely girl was still here.

This is...

His heart jumped twice, he picked up the socks from the armrest, folded them carefully, and put them away. He won't do anything weird with socks - the whole girl is his own! But the socks still had to be put away, so how could Hermione's clothes be left out?

Tom walked happily back to the bedroom.

Hermione went back one step ahead of him, but she didn't go back to the bedroom, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She felt the hot water slipping from her hair, dripping onto her smooth back, and then dripping down the curves of her hips and legs to the floor.

In the sound of water, Hermione gradually calmed down. An embarrassing emotion came over him.

Hermione: o(*▽*)q

"Are those socks too conservative..." Tom's words crossed through Hermione's mind. "Okay... When he can summon a formed Patronus, I'll give him a small reward..."

Hermione thought to herself.

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The location of Newt's Conservation of Magical Creatures class is erratic. Sometimes indoors, sometimes outdoors, it mainly depends on whether the magical animals he uses in class today are afraid of strangers and unfamiliar environments.

As a world-class magical zoologist, Newt was a little overwhelmed by this course. He was a little undecided about what animals should be given to the little wizards to teach.

A poorly chosen animal could cause trouble for both himself and the animal, just like his predecessor Hagrid. Newt felt sympathy for what happened to Hagrid: it would be unlucky for Hagrid to have a student like Malfoy, but taking the students to see the hippogriff in the first class was really too challenging. Not only was this not good for the students, it was also bad for himself and the hippogriff called Buckbeak.

Newt knew that Hagrid was looking for information recently, hoping to appear in court to defend Buckbeak, but he was not optimistic about Hagrid. Newt knew that with Lucius Malfoy's energy, if such a guy interfered, Hagrid would not have a chance of winning - even if he supported Hagrid himself, it would not help.

Given the lessons learned, Newt was much more careful. The high-risk magical animals such as venomous leopards and poisonous horned beasts in his box would definitely not be used as teaching materials. They were too dangerous. The selection of animals and the teaching content of each class consumes a lot of his energy. Today, the animal he selected is Sniff.

Although these little guys are energetic and naughty, they are not aggressive. At most, they bite people's fingers. More importantly, they are quite cute, and they are very suitable teaching targets. So Newt moved the nest of Sniffs out of his box-of course, Newt, who had been **** by Sniffs so many times, finally got his memory, and this time locked Sniffers in a big iron cage. In other words, it's not that Newt doesn't have a long memory, but that he has never had the heart to limit the freedom of these sniffers before.

Locking the sniffers in a cage would of course keep them from getting out, but Newt couldn't do that on his own. Today is an exception, let the sniffers feel wronged in the cage for a while.

So when Tom and the others came to a clearing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they saw this group of furry little cuties.

These fluffy little guys, one by one, are like black plush dolls, with noses like those of platypus, front claws like shovels, and very peculiar shapes. When the little wizards arrived, they raised their heads in unison, blinked their twinkling eyes, and then they got excited.

This nest of Sniffs that Newt kept may be because of the grandfather's experience, and it is much smarter than the average Sniffs. So they know that they are about to be free for a while - which is great.

The Fantastic Beasts class is now taught by the two academies, and with Ravenclaw is Hufflepuff. Tom and Justin of Hufflepuff had a good time.

"Oh!" Justin exclaimed and put away his hands. It turned out to be because he was standing too close to the cage, and Sniff in the cage stretched out his claws and grabbed the ring on his hand. If it wasn't for his quick response, this ancestral ring would have been "confiscated" by Sniff.

"Be careful, they are greedy," Newt told Justin with a smile, "Students with shiny things on their bodies should pay attention."

When the little wizards from the two academies came together, Newt began to introduce these little things: "These little guys are called Sniffs, and they usually live twenty miles underground—usually they can be found in mines. But my group of sniffs are domesticated, they are descendants of the same sniff."

"These little guys are very fertile, with six to eight cubs in each litter. As for their hobbies, Mr. Finchley should have already realized it just now - they like shiny things the most."

"This feature makes them very useful treasure detectors, but sometimes they are so lively and troublesome..." Newt was a little embarrassed when he remembered the mess made by his own sniff.

"Okay, stop gossip, I'll let you guys have fun with them today." Newt quickly wiped away his embarrassment, he looked enthusiastic, "Come up first and pick a sniff from each of you. sniff."

The little wizards did the same, walked to the cage in front of Newt, and picked out their own pleasing sniffs.

There are nearly thirty in Newt's cage , enough for the little wizards to have one. And considering that these sniffers almost all have the same ancestor, maybe they have also done "big evil" things like "my daughter's daughter is still my daughter".

Tom walked to the cage and stared at the sniffers. One of the chubby sniffers looked very familiar to him, and then stretched out his hand to make a gesture, and Tom's expression became strange - it seemed Or a familiar sniff?

He grabbed the fat sniff that was closer to the inside, and took a hind leg to feel the feel of the sniff. Although these guys were basically the same, he was sure that this sniff was that one. The little devil who has only been in the wizarding guild and made a fuss in the divination classroom.

"I've seen this sniffle," Tom said with a smile.

Newt narrowed his eyes, took a serious look, and couldn't help laughing, "You took the naughty one in this nest!"

After everyone had a sniff in their hands, Newt asked them to communicate their feelings with their sniff first, and then everyone would move on to the next step after both parties were familiar with each other.