Azkaban students at Hogwarts

Roman paused in his steps.

He was a little surprised by Dumbledore's tone - the old man called his last name a little awkwardly, but his tone was quite friendly.

"I'm sorry, Roman." Dumbledore also realized his mistake and resumed his usual calling, "I received your note and hurried to several places before I got here."

Roman knew clearly that these places must include the secluded jungle in Albania, so he nodded to express his understanding.

"As for that big snake you mentioned... I think it's related to an old friend of ours."

Dumbledore spoke calmly, as if debating whether to wear a dress or regular clothes on a date.

"Can you leave it to me for now?"

Without any hesitation, Roman took out the unconscious Nagini from his underwear pocket.

Voldemort's transformation of Nagini seems to have not been completed, and the effect of its venom has yet to be tested by the master.

Furthermore, he also wanted to confirm Nagini's identity.

If Nagini is really the same snake as the blood-cursed orc, then there are even more variables in the venom.

But Dumbledore gave him no time to think; he hurried up the stairs, shaking his long beard into the air.

Roman hurriedly stepped forward to guide him, but Dumbledore obviously would not be a "bad guest".

When he stood in front of Newt's door, it was already open.

Newt Scamander is waiting there.

On the side, Luofu was holding the cage of Golden Snidget and seemed to be observing the status of Golden Snitch.

Probably because the time of the elderly is precious, they hurried into the room without any politeness or greetings, leaving the two young people outside.

No one knew what the two of them were talking about in the room, so Rolf and Roman had to wait with their eyes wide open.

Five minutes later, Roman also returned to the room.

When he came out again, he had changed into a wizard's robe and was holding a gray owl in his arms.

Looking at the empty corridor, he knocked on Luo Fe's door.

"Speaking of which, you don't have your own owl, do you?"

In Rolf's room, little Mr. Scamander was stroking the Tawny Owl.

It has regained its energy and is pecking at the owl food scattered by Rolf.

"Yes." Roman didn't care much about this matter, but rather cared about the other party's owl food.

He fiddled with the oval brown particles on the table, "This looks delicious. I have never seen this kind of owl food."

Then, he pinched one and put it into his mouth to taste while Luo Fu looked in shock.

"I prepared it myself." Luofu's expression was mixed with pride and disgust at the same time, "I added toad powder."

Roman's face fell, and he gave up the idea of ​​asking for the formula.

"You don't have an owl, is it because of those..." Luo Fei thought of the dense monsters and got goosebumps all over his body.

"Being my messenger is very dangerous." Roman shook his head. If the other person was not the grandson of a powerful wizard like Newt, he would really want to give him an oblivion package.

"If that's the case." Luofu frowned, thinking seriously about something, looking at the cage where Golden Snitch was staying from time to time.

"Don't bother. Even with Jin Feixia's speed, it is impossible to guarantee that he will be foolproof." Roman thought that the other party was considering the possibility of Jin Feixia delivering the message, "Let him go when he regains some energy."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Luo Fu stood up, his originally delicate facial features were extremely ferocious, as if he had just made a heartbreaking decision.

"This is Lafite, a raven." Luo Fei raised his hand and pointed at the empty place beside Jin Feixia.

"What?" Roman stared there with wide eyes, but didn't see anything.

"Lafite." Rolf added awkwardly, "Because when I first met him, he secretly drank an entire bottle of Lafite that was collected by a certain Muggle."

Roman put his wand into the cage and actually poked something soft.

"He should have the blood of the Invisible Beast."

Luofu added in Roman's eyes full of curiosity: "But I always suspect that it still has the blood of the ball escaper, because he has appeared on my bed several times with the cage intact."

"This is so precious." Roman said precious, but he was thinking in his mind——

If I were a raven with the bloodline of an invisible beast and a ball escape bird, I would probably be an alcoholic too.

"It's nothing. After all, you saved my life." Rolf shook his head, "And he also needs someone to take care of him. He often gets himself drunk. It would be dangerous to let him go in the wild."

Rolph opened the cage door and groped for a ball of air from inside.

"Try the Revealing Charm." He motioned for Roman to cast the spell into the space between his hands.

"Reveal yourself urgently." Roman complied happily.

Black feathers appeared from the tip of Roman's wand, and then a black raven gradually emerged.

Its feathers were smooth and neat, but the whole crow looked sleepy.

"Lafite, I have found a new owner for you, and he will take care of you." Luof said to the confused raven.

Raven doesn't seem to mind the change of status.

It opened its eyes and glanced at Roman, recognizing its new master.

Then it barked lazily twice, climbed onto Roman's shoulder, and began to sleep again.

"I've tried using it to deliver letters, and there will be no mistakes." Luo Fe looked at Roman's distrustful eyes and smiled happily.

"Besides, my grandpa and I are going to track the wetland werewolf next year. It probably won't return to the UK for a year or two, and it may not be used to wandering outside."

"What grandpa didn't succeed in the UK back then... I really want to try..." At this point, Luofu's eyes lit up.

Roman knew that he was referring to Newt's werewolf registration book that failed miserably, and at the same time pointed out an error without any discernment:

"The wetland werewolf is an extremely dangerous dog-headed monster, which is different from a werewolf."

"Of course I know...but everything has to start with the hardest one." Rolf shook his head, "If I can do something for the wetland werewolves, then the hidden werewolves will be more likely to believe me."

Roman's brows furrowed, he was not optimistic about Rove's plan.

"I know what you are worried about, but after all, countries are different and there are always differences. I also hope that I can leave some mark on that land before graduation." Luo Fe didn't seem to be explaining to Roman. Instead, he is admonishing himself, "I wish I were a magizoologist, not the grandson of a magizoologist."

"Of course, I'm not classifying werewolves as beasts." He looked at Roman's strange eyes and began to explain in a panic, "I mean..."

The more anxious he became, the harder it became to explain.

But Roman ignored him and turned back to his room.

Roman was certainly not angry.

He returned to the house and took out his dragon skin notebook from his leather pocket.

"Fractured."

Roman tore off more than a dozen pages from the last page of the book. The contents inside were not suitable for outsiders to see; then he also took off the dragon skin cover.

When he handed a thick stack of notes recording the various living habits and taboos of werewolves into the hands of Rolf, the other party fell into a state of dumbfoundedness.

"This……"

"A gift in return." Roman raised his right shoulder, emphasizing the sleeping little drunkard above. The tips of its feathers became transparent again and were about to disappear into the air.

"It seems we missed something?" With a steady bass, Dumbledore's face appeared at their door.

"But it seems they all got what they wanted." Newt followed him, looking at his grandson with some relief.

Then he turned to Roman.

"My child, Dumbledore once asked me to track down the traces of the Chimera." Newt explained softly, "But now we agree that there is a place that may be more suitable for you."

Dumbledore had no intention of answering. Instead, he took out a copy of this morning's "Daily Prophet" from his arms and casually unfolded one page in front of Roman.

Roman looked at the eye-catching title above and narrowed his eyes into thin slits - "Hogwarts was questioned by parents, and the school board was reluctant to give an explanation"

"Professor, I'm sorry." He shook his head.

"No, it's nothing." Dumbledore looked at the newspaper in his hand with a rare mockery in his tone, "It's just that this lawsuit may take a long time."

"Go to Devon." Newt added with a smile on Dumbledore's behalf, "I have to send Rolf back too, he's been on leave for too long."

Dumbledore blinked, "There is no further delay, but we'd better wait until the two young men say goodbye."

They came to the corridor and continued to whisper something.

Roman and Rolf looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

Friendships among young people are often like this. They are always forged inadvertently, and there is no room for any formal pretense.

"If possible, stay away from those dangerous things." Luof patted Roman on the shoulder and whispered, "I can feel that you are not a bad person."

Roman nodded, but replied a little helplessly: "But unfortunately, a person often only has one destiny."

Rolf didn't dwell on the issue anymore and began to tell Roman about "Rafi"'s habits, and Roman also thoughtfully pointed out several important pieces of information in the notes.

Five minutes later, the two young men put their hands on the arms of the two old men and disappeared into the air with a popping sound.

When it comes to Devon, Roman can probably think of only one person.

So when the two of them traveled several times through the floo network of the Ministry of Magic in various countries, and finally escaped from the "passage" of Apparition, Roman did not look down on him just because he was facing an inconspicuous house.

The person who opened the door was an old man who seemed to be blown apart by a gust of wind. In his pale hands, he held a large book that Roman had never seen before.

"Dumbledore." He seemed surprised. He first looked down at the book in his arms, and then stepped aside, "Come in, come in, this is amazing."

"Every reunion is a wonderful experience." Dumbledore winked mischievously, indescribably natural - this may be the only place where he can consider himself a junior.

"You're right. It's great to see you."

Flamel nodded, saying the word "you" long and clear.

Then, his eyes glanced at Roman, "Excuse me for being negligent, but there is another little guest here."

"Hello, Mr. Flamel. I am Roman, Roman Heller." Roman was a little confused. The first time he saw this legendary wizard at the level of living fossils, he didn't know how to grasp the balance.

"Heller..." Flamel waved his wand and pulled out two sofa chairs for them. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Dumbledore, "Is this the Heller I thought of?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"It seems you have a lot to do on this trip."

As Flamel spoke, he tremblingly took over a teapot.

Roman was horrified and stood up quickly to take the teapot, "Let me do it."

"No need, kid." Flamel stroked his hair gently, "I'm afraid the damage caused by time to my body has stopped."

His movements were still slow and gentle, but he no longer felt like he would fall down at any time.

"In recent years, I have been used to remind myself that I am already a bad old man over 600 years old."

"What are you talking about, a 100-year-old rotten old man?" Flamel looked at Dumbledore with a smile, only to regain the calmness and calmness behind his semicircular glasses.

"Your mentality has improved a lot since that incident." Dumbledore smiled.

"I'd rather not." Flamel showed a bored expression.

"Come on, tell me what you want to do first?" As he spoke, he turned to pour Roman a cup of tea, "Then I will take the child to get his father's things."

Roman raised his head sharply, but all he saw was the steaming teacup in front of him.

Different from the common tea sets in aristocratic homes, Nicol Flamel's tea cups can be described as simple. If they saw them in the market, people would definitely think that they were rough embryos during firing.

"I think I found Nagini...at least...part of it." Dumbledore didn't seem to have a good choice of words.

Nico Flamel's eyes moved but he didn't say much.

He watched Dumbledore pull out a small snake without hesitation, and he no longer hesitated - the wand drew a complicated trajectory in his hand and pressed it against Nagini's head.

The room fell into silence for probably five minutes.

"I can sense that the part of her soul that belongs to the snake has been severely damaged." Flamel frowned, "Seriously, Albus, you should have felt it yourself."

"Please just say it, Nico." Dumbledore put his fingers together and seemed to be staring at the connection between his fingertips. "I believe you can do much more than me in this regard."

"I'm not sure, it's like being hit by a death curse." Flamel muttered in a low voice, "But it's impossible. No life can survive under the death curse. Besides, Nagini has..."

Nico Flamel took out a large crystal ball from the table covered with flasks and alembics and placed it firmly on his lap.

"Are you still a prophet?" Roman held the teacup and looked at the crystal ball in surprise.

His knowledge of Nico Flamel was limited to Devon and the Master Alchemist.

Nico Flamel smiled and turned the crystal ball extremely bright with his fingers. "I just rely on the crystal ball for divination and get some pictures of the future; it is two different things from a real prophecy."

"Although a true prophecy can only provide a direction, what it says will definitely happen. Similarly, only true prophecies will be recorded by the crystal ball." Dumbledore added casually, signaling Flamel to continue.

"I don't quite understand..." Flamel frowned, because the crystal ball did not produce an image.

The next second, the crystal ball exploded in front of him and broke into countless fragments.