The wealthy Mr. Wallop directly bought several breeding farms. As long as a piece of news passes, he can immediately raise an "army" of more than a thousand roosters.
Although the enemy is in the dark and we are in the open, it is destined that the heir of the secret room does not dare to act openly. Sean has long expected that the students have always acted together at the request of the professor, wanting to kill their little one.
Pets are very simple, but traces of heirs are extremely easy to expose.
At this time, it was normal to choose Hagrid's place. A large group of roosters with only one person to take care of them made it much easier to take action. This was also the plan discussed by Sean and the professors, which was to seduce the other party to take action.
However, what Sean didn't expect was that the other party would act so quickly, and that a lot of magic had been planted in the chicken pen under Hagrid's care. That person could actually succeed in doing something without alerting the professors. He was quite powerful...
Sean raised his chin. He originally thought about whether a little wizard like the original Ginny would be controlled, but now it seems that this possibility is very small, because controlling a little wizard to do this
This kind of thing is not very realistic.
There are very few people in the school who can circumvent the professor's curse. Of course, the possibility of someone hiding their strength cannot be ruled out.
However, is that heir a student of this school, or did he sneak in from outside the school?
This is something to note...
The next day, Newt returned to Hogwarts with a new batch of roosters, but this time the 'lineup' was a little strange...
In the makeshift chicken coop, Sean watched with a strange expression as Newt opened the cages and let the roosters inside walk into the chicken coop.
Those guys with shiny fur have small nameplates hung on their necks.
"Wallup Farm presented to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"
The corner of Sean's mouth twitched, what was his father doing... so shameful...
Hagrid, who was busy unloading the goods, took the time to pat Sean on the shoulder: "Sean, your father is such a generous gentleman!"
"Well, I thank you on his behalf, Hagrid..." Sean covered his face in shame.
When the last cage was taken out, Newt closed the suitcase and said with a smile: "Sean, your father is really an interesting person, and he must love you very much."
"I have never questioned my father's love for me," Sean smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's just this way..."
"You should change your mind," Newt said sternly, "Although it seems a bit utilitarian, the entire Hogwarts needs to thank your Wallop family for their generous support - speaking of which, Sean, your family's breeding farm is still
Will each chicken be left with a nameplate?”
"No, my family runs a hospital..."
"……All right."
After the interlude, Sean walked twice in the makeshift chicken pen and asked, "Hagrid, where are the dead roosters?"
"It was disposed of because I didn't know if it was poisonous or something."
"How did you die?"
Hagrid touched his head: "The throat was slit. Professor Flitwick checked it and it doesn't seem to be the effect of the curse."
Hagrid also told Sean that he just went into the auditorium for a quick meal, and when he came back, the chickens had been brutally murdered.
Isn't this the effect of the magic spell? Sean was a little confused.
The moon was dark, the wind was high, the rain was pouring, and the man behind the scenes cut the throats of each chicken one by one without knowing when the watcher would come back?
Without the use of magic spells, is there still enough time?
It's a bit strange, this is worth noting...
After Sean returned to the castle, he found that his classmates looked at him with gratitude in their eyes.
"Sean, thank you very much!"
"Man, your family's property must be very impressive, right?"
Sean suddenly received a lot of thanks, and everyone was very warm to him.
After the tragic death of the chickens last night, everyone realized that the monster in the secret room was afraid of roosters. Wallop Farm, which generously donated thousands of roosters, became the object of gratitude to the students, and Sean naturally also
He became a celebrity - Hagrid, the big mouth, told everything.
Mr. Wallop is really far-sighted... Sean could only smile helplessly. He didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by crowds. He pretended to be cool occasionally, but when he walked on the stone corridor, he kept being tapped on the shoulder.
It's a bit unbearable.
Especially those people who had just stroked the big cock in their cage... Sean felt that he smelled like chicken shit now, and his status as the rich second generation of the farm was completely confirmed...
…
"What, all the newly arrived chickens are dead again?" Early the next morning, Sean met Hagrid at the door of the auditorium.
Hagrid was holding a dead rooster, and he said helplessly: "What happened in the middle of the night yesterday, the professors changed a batch of warning magic, but still no traces of the use of magic spells were detected, not even signs of biological activity.
None were found - look at this carcass, every rooster died like this."
Sean had expected all this, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He took the body from Hagrid's hand and took a look.
On the neck covered with downy hair, a sharp wound completely severed the throat, and the overflowing blood stuck to the nameplate below.
The cut looked like it had been cut with a sharp instrument, but the force was precise and the angle was chosen extremely well.
That's not right... Sean frowned.
Just assume that person is very good at using cold weapons, then why not just chop off the chicken head? There is no need to just slit the throat so accurately...
Cut off the neck because of insufficient strength? Or is it just a personal habit?
"Hagrid," Sean said, "you go to the professor to explain the situation, and then continue to go to my father to get another batch. This time, let Professor Scamander keep one batch, and you raise another batch."
Looking at Hagrid's leaving figure, Sean frowned.
If the speed is so fast, the supply chain will be even worse. Even if Mr. Wallop has a lot of money, if it continues like this, he will not be able to buy it even if he has money.
I have to think of a way...
Sean had a headache. It would be great if he could use a video recorder, so that he could always monitor the situation of the chicken pen. However, within the scope of Hogwarts Castle, all live things cannot be used, and only mechanical creations can operate normally.
Hagrid couldn't keep watch all the time, either because it was unsafe, or because he couldn't maintain a high degree of concentration and attention all the time.
Huh? Sean's eyes lit up.
If Hagrid doesn't work, you can find someone else...
…
The next batch of chickens was transported again. The people responsible for loading and unloading all looked distressed, but they had to do it. The students' raising ability was really poor, and they had to ensure a supply at any time.
After all the loading and unloading was completed, Newt put away his suitcase, gave a few instructions, and left the scene. However, no one noticed that the transparent air fluctuated slightly.