I was expelled from Hogwarts?

The trip to Albania was largely uneventful.

Except that on the first night, a female ghost got into Rove's room; on the second day, the express train encountered heavy snow and was forced to stop on the European plain for four hours; Outside of horse harassment...

Overall, it's been largely uneventful.

On the evening of the third day, Rove finally arrived at the end of the journey. He walked out of the train quickly with a small black suitcase in his hand, turned around and said with a smile:

Okay, Mr. Weasley...you don't have to send any more.

Be careful, child, Mrs. Weasley urged.

Well, I will. Thanks for taking care of me for a few days. Rove smiled and said, When you arrive in Romania, please convey my regards to Charlie.

This trip was indeed the happiest he had ever lived. There were people to help with the cooking, and someone to protect his safety. He was free and had nothing to do, and there was a little girl who could be bullied hard.

The express train started again, and Ginny leaned against the window and shouted, Rove, don't forget to send me a Christmas present!

Rove waved his hand and watched everyone leave. The express train swept through the dust and roared through the wizard village all the way, with fallen leaves flying on the tracks behind it.

The location where the boy was located was a dilapidated platform, with the vast Albanian forest on the left and a wizard village on the right.

Newt is in the forest!

Not many passengers got off the bus, and Rove easily spotted the ghostly Ms. Gray not far away.

Really lingering.

Since that night, she often followed Rove, broke into the car in the middle of the night, and stared at him... But the young man couldn't do anything, after all, his magic couldn't work on ghosts.

Rove walked over, with a helpless face, and sighed: Ms. Gray, how can I not follow me? I really don't smell like your mother.

If you really like the smell on my body, I can give you my original clothes, and you take them home and smell them every day?

I didn't come with you, I was going to get off here. Ms. Gray was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice:

In fact, I've been coming every year for centuries.

The woman looked into the depths of the forest, feeling complicated, sighed slightly, and said sadly:

I was killed in this forest on Christmas Day.

... Come back and visit your own grave, right?

At this moment, a group of wizards came from a tavern in the village, led by a short wizard.

Ms. Gray probably didn't want to see other strangers. She walked slowly, passed Rove, and drifted towards the Albanian forest.

Mr. Scamander, I am a wizard from the Albanian Ministry of Magic...do you remember me? the short wizard said enthusiastically.

It was Albania where I invited Mr. Scamander.

Remember, Mr. Reid, are you going to conduct a routine inspection of me under the Secrecy Act? I'm familiar with this!

Rove took the initiative to pass the box, and he found a good magizoologist who knew the law. After all, he was often subjected to endless reviews.

No... Red waved his hands, and said a little embarrassedly: I came to you today to discuss with you.

What? Rove asked suspiciously.

The large-scale death of animals in the Albanian forest has disappeared. We are very grateful to Mr. Scamander for his help, and will send a heavy reward. Reid pleaded:

But can you persuade your grandfather to return to Romania or to England?

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At this moment, a roar sounded from the depths of the forest. Rove looked up and saw a six or seven meter long fire dragon flying over from the depths of the forest.

It was a Romanian Longhorn, with black-green scales and two shiny golden horns.

On the two golden horns, hung an oil lamp and a somewhat worn-out box respectively.

An old man with gray hair sat cross-legged on the head of the fire dragon, holding a book in one hand and flipping through the book in the other under the light.

The speed at which he turned the pages of the book was extremely slow, and the fire dragon under his buttocks flew extraordinarily steadily, almost without any shaking.

The fire dragon flew towards the platform from the depths of the forest, and it finally landed on the ground with a bang, splashing countless dust, and the momentum was particularly astonishing.

All the Albanian wizards backed away in fear.

The old man who was sitting on top of the fire dragon and reading a book quietly stood up, patted the dust off his thick windbreaker, and was about to jump down, but was horrified to find that the platform was full of wizards.

The eyes of the old man under the bangs were a little dodgy, and he suddenly didn't want to go down again. He slid down from the fire dragon's neck and hid behind the back of the spine.

You all go back first, Mr. Reid. Rove said, I will persuade my grandpa to leave early.

After all the wizards in Albania left, Rove walked towards the fire dragon, reached out and patted the scales of the fire dragon, and said with a smile:

Did you steal someone else's sheep? A sheep thief? Or else everyone is so afraid of you?

The black dragon hissed disdainfully, and spit out a few wisps of white smoke from its mouth and nose. It spread its wide wings and flapped the ground.

Newt poked his head out like a Viet Cong probe, and found that the wizards were gone, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

No, I've been restraining Waghar very well recently.

Then why does the Albanian Ministry of Magic want you to return to Romania?

Rove looked up at the energetic but autistic old man, and asked softly:

Grandpa, did the magical creature in your box come out again and attack the Ministry of Magic?

Of course not! Newt quickly denied, sitting on the fire dragon and said:

Rove, it's not me they fear, but Vagarhar, and the creatures in my box.

The old man said in a low voice: Even if they are not dangerous, even if I can restrain them, those wizards will still be afraid.

It's like you walk through the downtown with a lion, and the lion has been domesticated by you, so it won't attack Muggles, and Muggles will still be afraid instinctively.

Out of the corner of Rove's eye, he saw a Nixie crept out of Newt's box and landed on the ground. He lifted its feet and hung it upside down in the air.

Then go back. Rove stepped on the black dragon's wings and climbed up. He sat beside Newt and said softly:

The guy who killed the animals is not in the forest, what is he still doing here?

The boy turned his head and stared into Newt's eyes: Did you find anything else?

Newt's eyes didn't dodge this time, and he didn't rush to speak, but looked up into the distance, and finally looked at the boy from far to near, and nodded and said:

I found an old friend deep in the woods.

Won't it be a witch? Rove raised his eyebrows.

Newt exhaled softly, and said with a sad expression:

It is indeed a witch. I haven't seen her for decades...I want to bring her home.

Who is it?

Nagini.

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(Thanks for the rewards of the two big guys Just Love Wailing Water and Addition and Subtraction.)