Azkaban students at Hogwarts

"We are here!"

When Luo Fe shouted these words, Roman was sitting on the coast, looking in the direction of the sea in a daze - the white duck boat threw them on the beach, and then left without thinking about himself, shaking his butt.

"Are you guys okay?"

Newt, who had just finished his Apparation, walked quickly towards them.

He has silver hair and his legs are quite nimble, but the worries of the past two days have made him look a little tired.

Even in his old age, Newt Scamander's aura is as gentle and calm as when he was young.

But unlike Dumbledore's gentle calmness hidden under the thunderous thunder, Newt's calmness is more like a kind of incompatibility with secular society.

In fact--

If Dumbledore standing there is a flag to gather wizards; then Newt standing there is the greatest irony of wizard society.

"Very good." Luofu muttered, he didn't know how to describe what happened in the past two days.

Newt looked at him again and again, as if to make sure there was nothing wrong with him.

Then he turned to look at Roman:

"I have written a letter to Dumbledore, but he cannot arrive here for the time being. Wizards need to go through a series of declarations and reviews to enter, which may take a whole day."

Saying these words to a stranger in one breath seemed to be a challenge for him.

So Newt took a breath and continued:

"Now, we should get out of here."

Newt raised his hand, motioning for them to put their arms around him.

The next second, Roman felt like he was squeezed into a rubber tube.

When they stopped spinning, they were in a small hotel on the outer edge of Pylos.

In this city where tourism is booming, the three foreigners are not conspicuous.

"I booked three rooms." Newt pointed to the three adjacent rooms. "If you need anything, come to me in the middle."

"Thank you, but I want to rest. If possible, I need a copy of the "New York Ghost" tomorrow morning." Roman handed the recovered Gold Snidget to Newt, "In addition, please take care of this little guy. .”

"A portion of what?" Newt was stunned for a moment, but still reached out and took the Golden Snidget.

What American Magic newspaper does an Englishman read in Greece?

"Tomorrow morning's latest New York Specter." Roman repeated it clearly.

"Okay." Newt went back to his room and brought a gray owl. "You don't need anything else, or do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No need, sir." Roman sent the two of them away politely.Rolf seemed to adapt to this rhythm, and he helped the somewhat confused Newt out of Roman's room.

Newt is a man with strong moral values. This kind of person or his descendants are not suitable for him to be friends with.

Keeping a respectful distance is the best way to deal with it.

Roman looked at the sleek gray owl and took out two ancient fairy gold coins again.

"Go to Dijon and give these two letters to Mrs. Bertin and Colt." Roman put the two ancient goblin gold coins into the envelope, and then carefully cast a spell to ensure that it would not drop these two coins during the long journey. Gold coins, "Buy me another copy of the New York Ghost."

The gray forest owl shivered, as if he had seen himself half-dead from exhaustion.

Owls are magical messengers, not death-defying ones.

It glanced at Roman sadly, and looked at the apologetic eyes of the other person.

Roman looked toward the balcony.

The lights next door were still on, and Newt was obviously having a night chat with Rolf.

But Roman didn't have the heart to think about the conversation between his grandfather and grandson, so he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

The sleep was heavy until the next morning, when he was awakened by the flapping wings of a gray owl.

He turned over and sat up and found a brand-new copy of the New York Phantom on his bedside.

The Tawny Owl dozed tiredly on the shelf.

Rolf's voice came from outside the door.

Roman opened the door and noticed his eyes were red.

If he hadn't slept all night, Newt had spent the night talking to him.

"I asked the hotel to bring breakfast up. Mr. Dumbledore should be here at noon."

"Thank you. It's time for you to go get some sleep. I want to go out and get some air."

Roman sent him outside, picked up the newspaper, and found a piece of news about a cargo ship of a shipping company in Pylos being detained in the United States.

Two hours later, he changed into casual clothes and appeared in a hotel near the port.

Without any effort, he was told by the people in the store that someone was waiting for him on the third floor.

In the corner room on the third floor, the wizard wearing a purple wizard hat looked at Roman angrily.

He was holding an ancient fairy gold coin in his hand.

"You said that you have handed over all the gold coins." He rubbed the gold coins in his hand, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes. It was obvious that he could not accept the fact that the child had tricked him.

"Hell!" Roman sat down opposite him happily, tossing a gold coin over and over.

"Give it to me and I'll pay three thousand galleons."

The wizard suppressed his anger and tried his best to appear graceful.

"Why is it that the twentieth century is almost over, and there are still some old antiques like you who lived in BC in the Wizarding Congress of the United States?" Roman's words were full of sarcasm, "You don't think that Galleons mean anything to me. Bar."

He began to rub the gold coins in his hands.

"No, no, no."

The wizard was very angry. He shook a bag of galleons and said, "Money is the most important thing."

“In a small, even society, the power of money can be small or large.”

Roman's face turned serious.

"Mr. Congressman, I believe in one principle - money comes and money goes up, power comes and power goes down."

The congressman's expression relaxed. He already understood that Roman wanted something from him after all.

"What do you want me to do?"

Roman was silent for a while, letting the gold coins wander between his fingers.

"A promise that when I stand before the Wizengamot court, I will have enough supporters."

"My child, you think too highly of me. I can't possibly influence the British Ministry of Magic." Mr. Congressman sat in the shadows with a low voice, "Why don't I give you a sum of money and you can use it..."

"Money...money...money..." Roman repeated the word, "Tell me, in this world where a spell can end life, what can I get in exchange for money?"

He slowly took out a copy of the Daily Prophet from his pocket.

The newspaper was carefully folded, just enough to reveal Roman's back.

"This is my back, but I think there may not be gentlemen behind it."

The congressman's expression changed, as if he understood the pun.

"My friend, you are too nervous. This is just a little joke they made to remind you."

Roman smiled and put the gold coin into his arms.This made Mr. Congressman furious.

But Roman ignored his expression and stood up with a sneer.

"If I survive, this is just a joke; if I die, this will be my epitaph."

He walked towards the door, holding the wand in his left hand, but his right hand reached into his arms.

"Soul..." Mr. Congressman stood up suddenly and pointed his wand at the back of his heart.

The next second, his hand was pinned to the wall by Roman with a dagger.

Roman took the wand from his hand without any effort, and whispered in the other person's frightened eyes:

"Soul out of the body!"

The man's expression became indifferent, as if there was a dilapidated mural nailed to the wall instead of his right hand.

"Do you know what these gold coins are used for?" Roman asked softly.

"I don't know, I gave them away in exchange for promotion opportunities."

"It seems that you have nothing to do with these gold coins." Roman looked at Mr. Congressman helplessly, "You have greatly disappointed me. I thought I had been competing with a big fish."

He rubbed his chin, "Now, tell me, who sent you here?"

His question received no response. Roman looked at the other person's confused eyes and changed the question: "Who are you here for?"

"Samuel G. Kohaug."

Mr. Congressman answered a name that surprised Roman. He clapped his hands and asked with a relaxed expression:

"How do I contact him?"

"He's waiting for me upstairs."

Roman's face instantly became serious, "Why did he come to Greece with you? Have you ever told him how the gold coins came from?"

Mr. Congressman said blankly:

"I didn't tell him how the gold coins came from, but he valued them very much and was willing to take a trip with me."

Roman stroked the wand in his hand, seeming to be thinking about something.

"How many people did he take with him?"

"He's the only one."

"Take me to find him."

When the door to the room on the fourth floor opened, the wizard who was brooding in the shadows was obviously unaware of the danger.

He turned his head, and just as he was about to speak, he was hit by a red light.

When he woke up again, he was already tied up and the wand was in the hand of a white-haired young man.

Mr. Kohaug was obviously calmer than his subordinate Qingtou Qing. He looked at Roman without being anxious or excited.

"How did you find me?"

Roman grinned: "He was so impatient when he saw me. I don't think he knew the purpose of collecting these gold coins at all."

Mr. Kohaug shook his head, "I just like collecting gold coins."

Roman placed his wand and Mr. Senator's wand together, clasping their hands.

"Wand, what a magical thing the wizard created, but in the eyes of some goblins, it is unreasonable for the wizard to refuse to let them use the wand."

"To this day, there are still goblin subversive groups that oppose the rule of the Ministry of Magic. I wonder if they will have any impression of your ancestors."

"The Goblin Rebellion of 1612 occurred near the village of Hogsmeade. At that time, a tavern in Hogsmeade was used as a headquarters for wizards."

Roman raised his head and looked at Mr. Kohaug, whose expression remained unchanged, "I remember that your ancestors moved to the United States in the last century, right?"

"You can find this kind of thing anywhere." Mr. Kohaug sneered, "Isn't immigration normal?"

Roman raised his hands as if surrendering.

"It's normal, but I thought that there might still be fingerprints of your ancestors in that tavern?"

Kohaug puffed out his chest proudly, "Yes, they fought bloody battles there."

"But the opponent is very weird?" Roman said slowly, but the content was very sarcastic.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Kohaug's expression changed for the first time.

Roman continued talking unhurriedly, like a teacher who had delayed the class for nine minutes and 59 seconds.

"There was also a goblin rebellion that took place in the 18th century, which was also quite famous. Lala the Goblin Sloppy Ghost participated in this rebellion, and therefore appeared in the chocolate frog cartoon."

"If we inquire about this sloppy ghost's life, I'm afraid we can find some small clues."

"The history of these goblin gold coins goes far beyond the 16th and 18th centuries, but their true value is reflected in these goblin rebellions."

Roman threw the gold coins in his arms into Mr. Kohaug's arms, waved his wand, untied him, and even threw his wand back into his arms.

"You want to use these things to blackmail me?"

Kohaug squeezed the wand, but lowered it to the other side of the chair, away from Roman's sight.

"The wizard family was instigated, instigated, and even participated in the goblin rebellion; I don't think either the goblins or wizards would be too happy if they stood in the way."

Roman stared into his eyes, "Also, I suggest you put down your wand. You don't think I just barged into your room like this without leaving any backup, do you?"

"And if a newspaper is willing to cover it, I don't think your competitors will pass up the opportunity."

Kohaug frowned, seeming to be looking for an excuse for himself:

"Unlike you, I obey the law."

"Of course." Roman clapped his hands, as if the other person had just spoken a truth, "But sir, I have to remind you. If a person always takes the law as his standard, then he is either a gangster or a villain."

There was a long silence in the room, until the midday sun came in through the window and shone on Mr. Kohaug's face.

The hand hidden on the side of the armrest held the wand, tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening again.

Finally he stood up and placed his wand on the table.

"I do not quite understand."

He showed a puzzled expression.

The calm gentleman finally gave up his pretense and raised the flag of surrender.

"You - you are so young and lack family background; how can you get so many secrets?"

Roman stood up and said with a smile: "You stand too high, and there are a lot of dust in this world."

He looked at the other party's puzzled eyes and shrugged.

"A few years later, your name will be recorded in history, and future generations will know that there is a Mr. Kohaug in the world, but they will never know who relies on all of Mr. Kohaug's orders to be fulfilled."

"Just like the stories written by your ancestors over the past few hundred years."

"The stories of big people will be the stories of an era; and small people like me are just a drop of spray in the waves of the times."

He walked out of the room without forgetting to look back and add:

"There are many, many waves of this kind. So many that they can bury an entire era."

Kohaug picked up the wand, looked at Roman's figure in the corridor, and then at the demented Congressman; he gave the latter a gift package of coma and forgetfulness.

When Roman returned to the hotel, Dumbledore was sitting at the hotel counter staring at the Muggle clock.

He turned his head, his blue eyes calm and deep:

"Mr. Heller, great. Now we can go wake Newt up."