When Rove entered the room, Newt had already conveyed Dumbledore's opinion, and Lockhart also expressed that he would accept the position.
"Mr. Scamander, thank you very much for the news." Lockhart saw Rove and smiled: "By the way, I heard that Rove is going to take the dragon tamer exam?"
"Yes."
"That's great. I'm also going to take this exam and become a dragon tamer."
Lockhart expressed concern: "I will definitely become a dragon tamer easily. During the exam, I will help take care of him to prevent his life from being in danger."
Rolf had a strange look on his face, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lockhart."
"You're welcome, Rolf, I like you! By the way, let's have dinner together tonight? Mr. Scamander, I've prepared a bottle of good wine." Lockhart invited:
"Tomorrow will be the headline of the Daily Prophet...the first meeting between two great magizoologists...those reporters will definitely spend a thousand galleons to buy the content of our conversation."
Lockhart had already thought about the direction of the hype.
"Sorry, Mr. Lockhart, we have something to do tonight." Newt refused, "I won't have dinner with you."
"That's a shame."
After being rejected, Lockhart chatted for a while and then left knowingly.
Before leaving, he also told Rove that he could ask him about Defense Against Dark Arts if he had nothing to do.
After Lockhart left, Newt and Rolf also packed their luggage and prepared to leave.
Standing at the door, Rolf turned and glanced at the house. Newt asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I'm just worried that someone will come looking for me," said Luo Fe.
"It's okay, we'll be back soon." Newt comforted.
The young man nodded and followed the old man into the vast night.
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The night is dark,
There was a porcelain oil lamp burning on the table, illuminating the small room.
The girl with the ponytail is sitting on an old chair, holding a slender needle in her hand and sewing clothes.
The girl was a little absent-minded, and quickly wrinkled her eyebrows like willow leaves in early spring. It turned out that the embroidery needle pricked her finger, and blood beads slowly rolled down.
"Shirley, this is the sixth time you've pricked your finger tonight."
The girl next to her was sewing non-stop, but she glanced at Shirley and said worriedly:
"If you continue to be distracted like this, it will be difficult for you to complete your work tonight. Be careful of being punished by grandma."
Shirley gently rubbed her cheeks, cheered up, and whispered: "Theresia, I will pay attention."
Theresa looked at the girl who grew up with her with sorrowful eyes. Is sewing and praying so difficult?
Isn’t this how we got through the past few years?
Shirley has only been away for a year, and she seems to be out of tune with this convent.
"In your place, don't you need to pray and sew clothes?" Theresa was very curious.
"Hogwarts..."
Before the girl with the ponytail finished speaking, she was interrupted by Theresia.
She lowered her voice and said: "Shirley, don't mention that name. The nuns are forbidden to mention it... You forgot that you were punished to carry water alone that night..."
Theresa raised her head and glanced carefully at the nun in the distance. Fortunately, Sister Thalia didn't pay attention to them tonight, otherwise a punishment would be inevitable.
"Shirley, you have to be more careful lately." Theresa reminded: "I got up that night to go to the bathroom and overheard Delphine and the others discussing how to deal with you."
Delphine is older than them and belongs to another small group. Even in a monastery, there is violence and there is no way to avoid it.
"It's okay, let them come, I will teach them a lesson they will never forget." Shirley said in a calm voice, "Don't be afraid of them either."
"Oh, I know you... have dared to fight with them with a stick before... By the way, where is the baseball bat you picked up? Why didn't you bring it back?"
"I fell into a box." The corners of Shirley's mouth curled up slightly. She was distracted again and stabbed her finger for the seventh time.
"Shirley, your silly smile reminds me of Sister Thalia, scolding those young nuns." Theresa said with a sudden smile.
"What are you talking about?" the girl asked curiously.
"I told you not to be upset." Theresia pinched her throat and whispered in a sharp voice:
"Look at your slutty looks, you're just thinking about men..."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Shirley blushed and was a little annoyed. After not seeing her for a year, Theresa also learned to speak rudely.
"I told you not to be upset." Theresa suppressed a smile and said:
"Oh, this is the first time I see you blushing. You went out and learned to be shy...Are the boys outside good-looking?"
Shirley hesitated for a moment, but instead of denying it, nodded slightly.
Theresa showed a surprised expression, and then giggled: "Shirley, you have really changed a lot."
The girl with the ponytail held her chin in her hands, staring at Theresa's sewing, and suddenly said:
"I want to get out of here."
Theresa was shocked. She frowned at her best friend and advised:
"But where are you going? Didn't you say that your school is closed during the summer vacation? You don't have any money on you, not even the money for the bus ticket... and all your things have been detained by the nuns."
"They didn't withhold anything important. I have the ticket money." Shirley said in a soft but firm voice:
"I'm going to London, or...in short, I won't stay here anymore."
Theresia looked at the girl with the ponytail, a little envious of the boldness of her peers, but she would never dare to do this.
Sister Thalia suddenly raised her head. She had a thin face, sharp eyes, and a mouth so thin that her lips were almost invisible.
She frowned and looked towards Shirley: "Children, what are you talking about?!"
"Shirley and I were talking about who can sew faster." Theresia smiled at Sister Thalia.
"Shirley, your speed is indeed very slow. Hurry up, otherwise you will still have to get an extra bucket of water tomorrow." Sister Talia said sternly.
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After the last prayer of the day, everyone lay down on the bed to sleep on time.
The room was not big, but it was like a big bunk bed, with a row of girls sleeping there.
Shirley didn't sleep. She listened carefully and attentively.
After everyone fell asleep, she touched a wallet hanging around her neck.
It was a wallet made of deformed lizard skin. When a stranger approached, it would shrink and be difficult to detect.
It contains Shirley's textbooks, magic wand, a small amount of clothes and money.
There were also some luggage that was locked in the abbot's room, but she was not going to take it away and would just leave it in the monastery.
The girl took out a bottle of polyjuice potion from her purse, which contained a secretly pulled hair. After she drank it, her body began to grow rapidly.
The girl carefully took out a set of nun's clothes, which she had secretly left behind when she was doing laundry.
Shirley changed her clothes, lifted the quilt, and walked towards the door. But just as she turned the handle, Sister Thalia, who was sleeping next to the door, suddenly opened her eyes.
"Well... Dean, why are you here?" Thalia asked in surprise.
"I... I'm just going to come in and take a look... Keep your voice down, don't wake them up." Shirley lowered her voice: "You don't have to get up, I'll just take a look."
"Yeah." Although Talia felt strange, she didn't dare to question the dean's words.
Shirley opened the door and walked alone along the monastery road towards a low wall.
I met several nuns on patrol, but no one noticed anything unusual.
Finally, the girl came to a wall, and after the effect of the polyjuice potion wore off, she changed back into her own clothes.
The girl used her hands and feet to climb over the low wall. She sat on the wall and turned her head to glance at the dark monastery. The tears on her face fell into pieces.
Shirley jumped down and landed on a pile of dead grass. She took out a piece of parchment and looked at the address in the night.
Her mood suddenly improved, she took out her wand and staggered along the path.
