"Chuck cluck!" The cardboard box Adams brought with him made a strange noise that caught Newt's attention, 'It sounded like the crowing of a strangled rooster. '

"What's that? Sounds energetic?" Newt walked to the edge of the box, picked it up, and smelled the smell of chicken.

"Here's the swamp chicken we got from the Muggles," Adams said, opening the box to reveal a bird whose feathers were blackened by fire, "in Little Hangleton, teacher, last time we went together. 'The mysterious death of forest animals' was investigated there."

"Oh!" Newt nodded, "I still remember, those poor cows and sheep that were poisoned to death, right? We collected that kind of venom, but unfortunately, I still haven't been able to find out what kind of venom it belongs to. Fantastic creatures..."

Newt put the box on the packed wooden table, turned to look on the shelf, and carefully took out a small bottle.

"Speaking of this, the research on venom is not without progress," Newt handed Adams the small bottle, which contained a purple-looking liquid that looked evil, "Can you believe this venom? In addition to having a deadly poison, it also has a powerful healing power."

"What?" Adams thought he didn't hear clearly.

"It's strange, isn't it, two completely opposite properties are concentrated together. It is both poison and good medicine. It can kill people and save people."

Newt took out another brown notebook. "It's this venom that animals in the forest die of, there's no denying it, but while I was researching, a wounded squirrel flew wildly toward this venom. , I didn't have time to stop it, I thought it would die just like this - but soon, I found that the wound on the crouched demon had healed!"

"I have never seen such a magical animal... If it really exists, then we should protect it, its existence may be of some help to the research of the Department of Mysteries..." Adams shook his head, "I Will pay more attention to the news of Little Hangleton Village."

"What are the mute people working on now?" Newt took the venom from Adams' hand and put it away. "They came to me last year and took a lot of hippogriff feathers—"

"Forgot to give the money, ahem," Newt coughed. "Tina is a little upset about that, because we've been fined a lot by the Ministry of Magic lately..."

"I'll urge you," Adams smiled and rubbed his head, "The Silence people have been very busy recently, to be precise they have been very busy, studying life, destiny, a group of people trying to use magic to interpret The great philosopher of nothingness—"

"They've been working on 'contradiction' lately, stuff like that between life and death," Adams shrugged, "I don't know any more, it's mysterious all day long, only those who want something. It's time to come to you, just say 'bring it', we still have to work together..."

Newt patted Adams on the shoulder, "That's why I hate office work, there are always privileges, and there are so many rules...not even pets! I have to say that a harmless sniff can cause immeasurable damage to the Ministry of Magic. property loss…"

"Chichi!" The swamp chicken screamed again, and at the same time spit out flames, trying to attract the attention of humans.

Newt was successfully attracted. He looked at the bird carefully, and looked at the wise little eyes of the turkey. "Oh, I almost forgot about this little guy... Huh?" I touched the turkey's wings and wiped off the dark part above, revealing the beautiful undamaged feathers below.

"A mutated chicken? A phoenix?" Newt couldn't come to an accurate conclusion. "Or maybe it's a Japanese phoenix? It's self-healing ability is very strong, and the flames it spit out are also very hot..."

"Personally, I prefer a chicken with Phoenix blood, Mr. Newt," Adams patted the cardboard box, "it's a good research material."

"Indeed," Newt nodded. Magical animals related to phoenixes are hard to come by, and the Japanese phoenix bird is also very rare. "I will issue a certificate when I study it."

"That would be great, Mr. Newt."

"Hum--" A horned alarm clock on the shelf rang wildly, and Newt skillfully pressed it off, "Come on, it's time to eat, Tina made a horned saliva cake today, an improved version. —”

"Hope it tastes better."

 …

By the time Adams and Newt came to the living room, Tina had brought Roff back, with sun-tanned skin, messy brown hair, and a bit of natural curls inherited from his mother that made Rove even more wild.

His blue-grey eyes, like Newt's, had a spark called Rebel.

Newt, a famous magical zoologist, was not born a great scholar. He once said that he had poor judgment when he was young, did many inexplicable things, and did not pay much attention to human emotions.

And through the current situation, it is not difficult to predict that Newt's grandson, the young Rove, will also experience a period of 'poor judgment' until he truly matures - that's probably more than a dozen years away.

This realization made everyone in the Scamander family feel a little desperate.

"Clean up!" Tina reluctantly cast a spell on her good grandson. "Look at your clothes, Merlin's beard! Ralph! Are you going to fight the fire dragon? Or are you wrestling with the boar monster in the field?"

"Tina, don't worry," Roff smiled proudly, as if he had forgotten that he was only a seven or eight-year-old child, "I can take care of myself!"

"You're going to call me grandma!" Tina's roar was useless, the female Auror who once fought the Dark Lord, the battle-hardened female warrior, was still slightly inferior in front of her good grandson.

"I got you Tina, I brought you flowers!" Savage Roff took a crumpled flower from his trousers pocket and handed it to Tina, "This is definitely the prettiest one in Mrs. Flo's garden! Uh ..." He looked at the flower's current appearance, "at least it used to be..."

Alas, Tina took the flowers that Rove handed over with a headache, not knowing how much anger she would get from her neighbors later, "Let's go to dinner, Rove, we'll discuss this issue later."

Rove squeezed past Tina, and saw Adams smiling, "Hey! Adams! I didn't know you were here! Otherwise I'd definitely take you to visit my-secret base!"

Roff blinked.

"Good evening, Rove," Adams didn't want to visit Rove's secret base, he smiled at the teacher's good grandson, "You're still so… uh… energetic."

"You have to call him Mr. Adams! Rove!" Tina handed Rove a glass of milk and patted his little head by the way.

"Satisfied Tina, you're all called names anyway," Newt sat down at the dining table, picked up the TV remote, and switched a pumpkin-sized Muggle TV to the news channel.

'...A lot of viewers are concerned about...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...' The TV made a loud noise.

"King Sniff! I want to see the Pink Panther!" Rove took his place on the table and shouted, taking his fork, "Pink Panther! Pink Panther!"

Newt took a deep breath.

"First of all—Rove, why did my nickname change from 'Hippie Leader' to Sniff King? It's not majestic at all!"

"Secondly, there is no such magical animal as the Pink Panther at all, which is misleading the children and spreading imprecise knowledge-" Newt put the remote control panel in his hand far away, out of Rove's controllable range.

"So let's take a look at the news, maybe we can find new magical animals!"

"The Pink Panther is a Muggle fiction!" Rove insisted, "and the talking black mouse, those are cartoons! It's just for children!"

"Dong dong dong," Tina banged on the TV, and after a whole electric sound, the news finally stopped freezing,'... The disappearance of the Godric's Hollow boy has been confirmed as a rumor by the British Channeling Battle column. The show is in normal shooting mode...'

Newt and his grandson started a daily quarrel. While eating the poisonous horned saliva cake, they argued over whether to watch the Pink Panther or the news.

"Why don't we watch the British psychic battle?" Adams suddenly remembered the show, "There seems to be a **** dog that looks like a magical animal."

"Huh?" Newt put down the tomato puree in his hand. "Canine Fantastic Beasts?"

"The psychic war!" Rove agreed with the proposal, because he was very fond of 'Uncle Adams who always came with fun stuff', he jumped out of his chair, grabbed the remote control pad, and started rummaging through the show.

Finally, a picture of a black dog with a skull in his mouth appeared in front of everyone, "It's this black dog," Adams pointed to the TV, "I heard that it performed very well in this show, it's not like an ordinary dog ​​can do it. of."

"Cool!" Rove cheered.

Newt fell silent. He tilted his head and leaned forward, almost burying his face into the TV, "Huh?" with a strong sense of inconceivable.

"This... this isn't a dog, is it?"

But it did look like a dog, and Tina looked at Newt, "Dear, did you forget to wear your glasses?"

"Otherwise what is that?" Adams was puzzled.

"I think...that's a person..." Newt's eyes flashed with wisdom. Excellent magical zoologists have special intuitions. Newt felt that there was something wrong with the black dog at first sight.

"grandfather…"

This was one of the few times Rove called Newt's grandfather, with a little doubt and a little concern, "You can't think all dogs are men just because Tina calls you 'dog man'..."

The room quieted down.

Tina coughed and comfortably relieved Newt's embarrassment, "I never said that."

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