A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 557 Professional tasks should be left to professionals.

Meila Picqueli,

She was undoubtedly the most persevering witch William had ever met, without exception.

Last year, Newt was commissioned by the French Ministry of Magic to send the Thunderbird to America.

But halfway there, it secretly ran away.

This escape has caused alarm in the Magical Congress of America.

The Paris attacks are still fresh in our minds. What if another one happens, like the Thunderbird hiding a nuclear bomb?

So, Newt was arrested.

Why is it always you who loses things?

Damn Scamander!

Old Man Newt was speechless. He was just a deliveryman, doing errands for the French Ministry of Magic, exchanging his permanent entry permit for a pass.

The package is lost, and they've even detained the deliveryman... What kind of nonsense is this?

Fortunately, Newt has traveled around the world over the years and has gotten to know a few people.

For example, there's Ms. Picrily, the former president of the Magical Congress with whom he had a rumored affair and whose relationship with him was indeed quite close.

Before Halloween, her niece, Meera Picqueli, secretly came to the UK on a tourist visa obtained from the United States.

Her goal was to get William's help to find the Thunderbird and then rescue Newt.

Unfortunately, Picqueri arrived late.

The Thunderbirds attacked the Hogwarts Train and then attacked students again during class.

Although nothing major happened, Dumbledore was furious. He sent Fawkes the Phoenix to have an in-depth conversation with Thunderbird.

We don't know the specifics of the discussion, and we dare not ask.

In any case, according to Ronan, the Thunderbird's nest was in a mess, as if a bloody melee had taken place there.

Needless to say, it was definitely Fox who did it.

Who would have thought that its small body could contain such great power!

William had considered more than once whether he should help Fox, the perpetual bachelor, solve his mate problem.

Now it seems that the female Thunderbird was quite good.

Hagrid is a breeding expert; he can even breed a manticore and a fire crab.

Animals of different species can be dealt with, but the phoenix and the thunderbird are closely related... Injecting the blood and bones of the falcon into the thunderbird would be even easier.

Hagrid... an old genetic engineer.

Ideally, the offspring should inherit the phoenix's ability to regenerate, and also be able to breathe fire and gather lightning.

If the offspring only inherit the delicious meat of the Scottish Longtail Blaziken and the plump physique of the American Lightning Bird... then we're doomed.

Definitely a broiler chicken.

This idea was just something William brainstormed.

Because we still don't know what Fox did to Thunderbird that night.

But she dealt with her aching body and the deep wounds in her heart, and ran away the very next day.

Unable to stay at Hogwarts, she had no choice but to go to Beauxbatons, where her second bird egg was located.

Picqueli had no choice but to go to France during the Christmas season. He stayed there for a full six months before returning.

she,

An ordinary, newly hired Auror,

Traveling all over the world

He also missed a year of work without cause.

My salary is definitely gone, and I'll lose my Auror position too. I'll probably have to face disciplinary action from the office when I get back.

When William heard Old Man Newt mention this, he initially felt quite sorry for her, but then he thought:

His grandfather was once the Chief of Staff of the Magical Congress of the United States.

This position is similar to the White House Chief of Staff in the Muggle government of the United States, and is mainly responsible for assisting in the management of the work of the President of the Magical Congress, scheduling, and providing policy advice.

His aunt, Serafina Piqueli, was the former president of the Magical Congress of the United States. His uncle was the former head of the Department of Justice.

Her father was the youngest and the most ordinary... After so many years, he was just a mere Auror office director.

This kind of young generation... does it need your sympathy, a mere leek?

Okay, so when William led Hermione, Fleur, and Gabriel into Old Man Newt's trunk, this is what he saw:

Cedric actually sympathized with Picqueli.

I also told her... What's a little pain in the face of wind and rain? Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams.

Since Cedric swallowed mandrake after the dinner, he has returned to his talkative mode.

After holding it in for half a month, he even evolved into a human machine gun, his mouth looking like it had been blessed.

Qiu doesn't really want to talk to him now, so she keeps her distance.

It's a pity Harry wasn't there, otherwise he could have taken advantage of Cho's inability to utter a single word.

With Qiu gone, Cedric began to try and get closer to Picqueri.

He noticed that the female ptarmigan was very close to Pikeley, and wondered if he could pluck some of her tail feathers.

No need for much... just this small bundle will do.

Cedric spread his fingers to represent the universe and gestured slightly.

He had previously tried to discuss with Anne whether he could borrow Silverwing for two days.

Then, Annie's silver wings bristled and transformed into a thunder god, shocking him several times.

Cedric, undeterred, went to Piqueli again. Piqueli, true to form, began interrogating Cedric about whether he had harmed many magical creatures.

Cedric was speechless. This is none of your business; you should be talking to William.

At this moment, Newt is tending to the female Thunderbird.

He truly lived up to his reputation as a professional; he even divided the box into different areas and used various weather spells to simulate the habitats of different creatures.

The Thunderbirds, in particular, inhabit a desert.

The Thunderbird immediately recognized William and his companions. It flapped its wings, and instantly lightning flashed, thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

William conjured a magic umbrella with his wand to shelter the group from the rain.

Its anger was justified: William had stolen the glittering gem; Gabrielle and Anne had stolen its eggs.

"Relax, Orissa." Newt hugged the wooden tub, which was teeming with maggots. "You're pregnant, so please don't get angry, or it will affect the baby."

Newt showed unusual tenderness, stroking the Thunderbird with one hand and trying to soothe her.

Orissa stared intently at Newt and, sure enough, quieted down.

What? This Thunderbird is pregnant again?

Alas, Fox has no chance.

However... it can take over.

Newt tossed a bucket of maggots high into the air, and along with Anne's silver wing, several thunderbirds flew up to snatch the food.

The group left the Thunderbird and headed towards the small cabin Newt had built.

A swarm of vixens danced around them. Not far away, a large dung beetle was rolling a huge ball of dung.

This place is simply a paradise for magical creatures.

"William, your safety chart is too small, especially for the area where the civets are located."

Newt, with a professional eye, criticized, "You're practically abusing them."

"..."

Is it abuse? William thinks the civets have all gotten fat.

Besides, Dementors and groundbats are easy to raise...they're not picky eaters.

"Give me the safety chart, I'll modify it for you this summer." Newt became more talkative when talking about magical creatures.

"Okay." William nodded.

Professional tasks should indeed be left to professionals.

Grandpa Newt was very pleased, as he had dedicated his life to improving the living environment of magical creatures.

It's similar to Hermione improving the living environment of house-elves.

"William, you certainly have vision, as far-sighted as the middle head of a serpent."

"From now on, the task of maintaining the habitats of magical creatures will be entrusted to you."

"..."

For a moment, not only William, but Hermione and the others also looked at Newt with strange eyes.

"Newt, to whom else have you used this metaphor?" William asked.

“Tina,” Newt said matter-of-factly, “she also said I was… romantic.”

"..." Why doesn't William believe it?

Moreover, if someone can find a girlfriend, it's clear that... being good at talking isn't the most important thing.

As they approached the cabin, Newt turned on the light.

There were a dozen or so Nifflers in the cage, each wearing a hat with a Galleon hanging from it.

There was a rotating drum beneath them, and they ran quickly, pulling the engine.

No wonder Newt's Nifflers are so amazing; they have a unique training method.

William learned something.

Just then, the lid of the box was suddenly opened, and Annie's voice came from above.

"Something terrible has happened, brother! You need to come right now!"

"What's wrong?"

"A woman... came to you crying and sobbing, I don't know what she was saying... it seems like she wants you to take responsibility."

"..."

In an instant, Hermione's eyes sharpened. Fleur's gaze toward William was also strange.

Gabrielle had an expression that said, "I knew you were a pervert."

Which sister is it? You can't joke like that.

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