Professors at Hogwarts

The first meeting of the dueling club came to a close with some tiger's head, and the second half of the two schools of wizards practiced separately, and the Newmont Gardes who originally tried to provoke them held their breath.

　　The original intention was to teach the group of guys who didn't know the sky was too high a lesson, but Sean's bird and the snake were too intimidating, and the XXXX-rated magical animal still needed to be weighed properly.

Moreover, Sean's strange magic spell gave them a too deep impression, after the silent needle prick spell and bird snake out of the hole, who knows what else this guy is full of bad and likes to play innocent?

　　When the party was over, Sean left the auditorium to take a look inside, Riddle and Snape seemed to say a couple of words, and then they each left at a fast pace.

　　Interesting ......

　　On the way back to the dormitory, Shawn made a random excuse and then changed the road.

　　After walking through a stone corridor, he did see Newt who was waiting at the stairway.

　　"Professor Scamander." Shawn gave a smile and walked up quickly.

　　Newt, who was still hunched over as before, smiled slightly: "Well done, Sean."

　　"All thanks to your help, Professor."

Newt shook his head as he held out his hand to pick up the reluctant Pickett and said softly, "Sean, you have more abilities than I do."

　　Sean was a little embarrassed, but Newt continued seriously, "Sean, you know that all wizards have various talents, right?"

　　"Yes, Professor." Sean nodded, but he was a little confused, what was the talent Professor Scamander was referring to?

　　Did he mean being better at learning a certain kind of some kind of magic, or a specific bloodline?

　　Like the Serpentine accent, the Transfiguration Magus, that sort of thing.

　　Newt explained: "Generally speaking, if a wizard is diligent enough, then he can learn the vast majority of magical abilities, but there are some abilities that you can't learn even if you work hard enough."

　　He showed a smile: "My mother breeds eagle-headed, horse-bodied winged beasts, and under her influence, I have held a great interest in magical animals since I was a child. This not only comes from the influence of the family, the fascinating thing about magical animals themselves, my little talent also helped a little."

　　Shawn saw Newt's expression become cozy and delighted.

　　"The fact that I can communicate with these little guys," he said with an extremely happy smile, "is probably the best gift the gods have ever given me."

　　"Communication?" Sean was curious, of course, he knew that Newt can play with many magical animals, but on the other side of the mouth of this communication and he imagined that the meaning does not seem to be the same.

　Newt nodded as he held up Pickett facing Sean: "It says you don't taste as good today as you did the last time we met."

　　Sean looked over at Pickett, he could have fun with Pickett, but it would be hard to fully understand the other man.

　　"Because you don't have a turtle on you this time." Newt winked at him.

　　Sean's eyes widened: "Professor, you can understand magical animal speech?"

　　"Yes, but not completely," Newt spread his hands somewhat helplessly, and Pickett wiggled his fingers, "The minds of magical animals and their ability to understand us, wizards, dictate that there is no way for me to have as pleasant a conversation with them as I do with you. "

　　"Of course, for me, that's enough." Newt's face was pale, but his eyes still shone brightly.

　　"Cool." Sean sighed in admiration.

　　Newt looked gently at Sean: "Sean, this is an innate gift, and yours, more than mine. I want you to make the most of this gift and then make magical animals your friends, is that okay?"

　　"I'm doing that, Professor." Shawn smiled.

　　"Looks like you're doing pretty well," Newt smiled back, "Feel free to come to see me on your day off."

　　"I will, Professor."

　　When the two said goodbye, Sean remembered that Naga the bird-snake was still on his side.

　　"Professor, your bird snake."

　　Newt waved his hand: "First, please keep it for me for a while, Merlin's beard, I have to find it every day to feed it for a long time."

　　"But the school should not allow students to keep bird snakes, right?" Shawn was immediately moved, but he still said with a difficult face.

　　"The bird snake is docile and can shrink as much as it likes, and besides, Naga already listens to you more," Newt scratched his hair a little helplessly, then gave Sean another meaningful smile, "Besides, you're experienced, aren't you?"

　　"Experience, just okay ......" Sean laughed dryly, sure enough, he secretly bred curly-winged devil thing Newt has long found out.

　　"Many times, magical animals are more reliable than most people, remember your experience, Sean, see you next time." Leaving these words, Newt walked up the stairs and left the place.