Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 620 - 173: The Real Punching Bag, Mysterious Transformation_3
The somewhat socially anxious elderly man immediately started eating with gratitude.
"What kind of meat is this?"
However.
His expression turned somewhat terrified after taking a bite.
"It’s the meat of a Niffler. Of course, considering your specialty and perseverance, I had the Little Elves use Nifflers that naturally fell to their deaths, without experiencing slaughter."
Professor "Lockhart" was beaming.
"!!!???"
Newt’s expression was full of disbelief.
He hadn’t even offended this best-selling author in front of him!
Why do this to him?
Workplace bullying?
An unbearable argument was clearly about to happen, but fortunately, Dumbledore glared at Professor "Lockhart" just in time, making Professor "Lockhart" admit with a pout that it was just a prank.
"It’s just that the taste was made to be very similar, it’s just ordinary rat meat caught from the restroom." His words didn’t improve Newt’s mood much.
"Ugh~"
Newt even began to feel nauseous. The Little Wizards who had been watching this scene quietly mourned for the helpful, kind, and generous new professor for a full ten seconds.
"Newt, I heard you customized a suitcase for Ian?" Dumbledore had no choice but to pull Newt’s seat a little closer to himself.
He prevented the poor junior from being tormented further by Grindelwald.
At the same time.
He also began trying to change the subject.
"Yes, it seems he is quite interested in raising some... suspected creatures, so I provided some help." Newt took a sip of water and looked at the Little Wizards below.
"I suppose the suitcase you made for him doesn’t have too many illegal functions, right?" Albus Dumbledore asked as if he were in the know.
"Uh..."
Newt’s gaze was a bit evasive.
"No, not... many."
His response was almost inaudible.
The most uncomfortable person at the entire dinner party may not have been Harry Potter, who fell into the Dark Wizard’s lair, but the new Hogwarts professor of Care of Magical Creatures.
A new semester had already begun.
The joyful and vibrant dinner party was in progress.
Ian discovered that William and Michael seemed to have grown quite a bit taller during the break.
"Did you eat Golden Fertilizer at home?"
Ian, who had been quite satisfied with his own height, saw that Michael was nearly 1.7 meters tall, and William was only a hair’s breadth shorter.
He felt a sense of height anxiety.
"What’s Golden Fertilizer? Is it tasty?"
Michael was still fond of chicken legs.
Sitting opposite, Ririm even handed his chicken leg to this Brother Xiao Hei.
"You really got sorted into Ravenclaw?"
Ian had no recollection of Ririm’s sorting ceremony, perhaps because he was chatting away with Aurora, sharing their holiday experiences and latest academic achievements.
"I’ve always had good luck, so naturally my wishes come true," Ririm replied with a light smile, eating in a very graceful and speedy manner.
"Emperor of Europe, huh."
Ian gave a doubtful look at Ririm sitting opposite. In the subsequent time, everyone ate, and after the dinner, the Prefects of each house led their students back to their dorms.
"You’re staying across from us?"
Seeing the dorm of the blonde boy, Ian’s sense of surprise grew stronger. Of course, since William and Michael dragged him back to the dorm to see the big treasure, he only glanced back twice.
"Look! The Flying Broom my mom remodeled! You can even chill drinks on the side!" It was Michael’s time to show off, but his magic version of a "new energy" broom was hard to comment on.
With a leather seat, a side fridge, all it lacked was a big TV for the perfect setup, but you have to admit, Black Mother’s understanding of vehicles is quite forward-thinking.
"Are you off to play Quidditch, or going on a trip?" Ian examined the modifications, and you couldn’t tell it was originally a Nimbus 4000.
"Still, check out my grandfather’s work! Truly an epic creative piece!" William’s taste hadn’t changed; he still loved underwear with others’ patterns.
In this instance, William’s showcased underwear wasn’t a heated, upgraded version but rather had a "Traceless Extension Charm" pocket, pulling out various tools — "spy" underwear.
Perhaps due to spoiling his grandson.
The pattern on the underwear could change with the user’s whim.
"..."
Ian found it hard to comment.
What else could he say?
He could only lavishly praise his roommates, providing emotional value, and once they were pleased, Ian began writing a letter back to the orphanage.
Now at the school,
it’s customary to write home assuring them of one’s safety.
He didn’t just write a letter, but also included the Pounds he received earlier from Mr. Granger, as he had no use for Pounds at Hogwarts.
"As usual, put it under Lady Yelena’s pillow; she’ll thank the Pillow Immortal," Ian entrusted the letter delivery task to his own Black Phoenix.
"Caw caw~"
The Black Phoenix gladly accepted.
However,
"Remember, don’t steal the money to exchange for snacks, only a fool like you would trade a hundred Pounds for a roasted chicken!" Ian reminded the Black Phoenix harshly, feeling uneasy.
Clearly,
he had encountered this situation before.
And upon seeing the Black Phoenix fly out the window, disappearing into the night, Ian tidied up his belongings, washed up a bit, and lay down on the bed.
"I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow."
Falling asleep was not difficult.
Just moments after closing his eyes, Ian drifted into a deep sleep. Little Wizard expected to have a sweet dream, but he encountered an unexpected situation.
"Hmm? This... why is it today?"
The familiar feeling returned.
The boundary between life and death was crossed silently.
Ian opened his eyes in a daze.
