The strong wind howled and rolled over the rock wall, and a few gravels were just carried out, and then they were pulled back to their original positions by the gray light.
The huge thunderbird happily pecked at the delicacies in the stone trough amid the ear-splitting roar, sometimes coquettishly rubbing against the doting boy next to it.
Aini hugged the big head that was rubbing against her again and patted it twice, "Sanchez, good boy, be good, feed yourself first, I'll go see Papara, the due date is next month, then
We can go together to see the ninth existing horned camel."
After saying that, he jumped off the cliff. Amidst the howling wind, a piece of fallen feathers chased after him. When it touched Aini's back, it turned into two huge wings, leading him to swoop down.
After a few seconds, all the violent wind and thunderstorms in the sky disappeared, and under the warm sunshine, the rosewood trees stretched their branches.
Of course, in the wizarding world, they are called guardian trees.
Landing at the edge of the forest, the wings turned back into long feathers and flew into the small pocket on Aini's chest.
Several Bowtruckles were put together and jumped over like swings. Most of them clung to Aini's hair and shoulders. Only one unfortunate little guy bumped heads with Aini, feeling dizzy.
He rolled down, but luckily he reacted in time and hung upside down on Aini's clothes, dangling funny.
"Oh, Tutu, Poppy... you guys are really little naughty guys." Aini casually threw out a handful of earthworms and floated them next to the little guys. A few bowtruckles were dangling around their bodies, as if they were happy to have their beloved.
Candy kids.
Tutu, which was still hanging on the corner of his clothes, immediately gave up his plan to join his friends and just hung upside down. He put the floating turtle into his mouth and looked at Aini with a wink. The long companionship made Aini understand Tutu.
meaning.
o(*￣︶￣*)o
Satisfied! Aini is the best!
The big tree in front of us can also be called a giant among the magical guardian trees. When Newt found her 40 years ago, a bolt of lightning had just hit her.
There is no way, she is too tall, even taller than the cedar tree next to her.
To be honest, Aini thinks this is not scientific at all.
But it is indeed magical. Especially after the lightning strike, after the careful care of Newt, the recovered Gedea became more and more spiritual, able to respond to external information, and even expressed her love for the new name. p>
"Gedia, look what good things I have brought you." After appeasing the naughty little thing, Aini took out a large bottle containing 1 gallon of unknown liquid from the small pocket on his chest, eh
, I believe no one would object to it being a glass bucket.
After unscrewing the cap, the solution in the bottle swirled into the sky, and soon formed a rain cloud that enveloped the entire forest. Scattered raindrops fell on the tree crown, washing the entire picture even more green.
A "small" branch that was as thick as Aini's arm stretched out, gently caressing his face, expressing gratitude. Faintly, there seemed to be a little green light pouring out from the forest, beside the young man.
I cheered and jumped, and then rushed to become one with him.
It also brought joy and joy to Aini and his tree friends. For a moment, a ray of sunshine hit Aini's face through the branches. The smile on the young man's face was so bright and pure, which is rare in this busy city.
The flash of sight made Feng'er, who never stopped walking, become lazy, sticky and unwilling to leave.
☆☆☆☆☆☆
Dorset.
A long cliff stands on the blue seaside. In this ancient territory of England, a brownstone house full of American Manhattan style at the beginning of the last century stubbornly grows on the stone cliff. When the tide rises, it carefully takes a step back.
Avoid the more exciting waves.
The afterglow of the setting sun makes the natural arch on the coast look dignified and gorgeous, but it is difficult to distract the eyes of the man inside.
Two hale and hearty, or rather young, old men were lying on rocking chairs, sharing snacks in a cordial and friendly manner.
Well, looking at the old man on the left pulling out the hind legs of the chocolate frog from his nostril and stuffing it into his mouth again, it is hard to imagine that the man in front of him is Hogwarts, who is known as the greatest wizard of modern times.
Headmaster, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore.
There is no doubt that the one covered with three cats next to him, looking at the traces of chocolate or some kind of inexplicable secretion on each other's beard with disgust on his face, is the equally famous and authoritative figure on magical animals, Newt Scar.
Mander.
No matter in terms of mentality, vitality or physical state, neither of them can be called old. Perhaps except for their appearance, the only thing in what can be called a long time for ordinary people is that they love, hate, joy, sadness, and constantly
Only the memories that they reminisce about or do not want to mention can make them more worthy of being called two old people who have experienced many vicissitudes of life.
"Look, Albus." Newt carefully pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet from his lap and handed it to Dumbledore.
There was no way, just a few seconds ago, half of Moller's body was pressed up on this newspaper, and one of Millie's front paws was resting on it. To Newt, every magical animal was family, and he
Always treat them gently.
Watching Dumbledore take over the somewhat crumpled Daily Prophet, Newt pointed to a page and said with a teasing smile: "My great Headmaster, are you honored to have such outstanding graduates?
”
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow slantingly, and his half-moon lenses reflected a name - Rita Skeeter.
"To be honest, although the reporter's remarks were a bit exaggerated, it is really unbelievable that a wizard was knocked down by a Muggle. The school life at Hogwarts is a bit too leisurely." Newt and Dumbledore have known each other for many years.
Not only are they teachers and students, but they are also like-minded friends. Naturally, they speak without too many worries. "You know, that person will reappear in the world sooner or later. By then, these poor children may not even be able to cast the Iron Armor Curse. At least they must meet him."
Those losers always have the ability to escape."
"Maybe you are right, Newt." Putting down the newspaper, Dumbledore looked at the old man next to him and said sincerely: "That person's provocation was too strong before, and he has been like this since school, second only to...
”
Dumbledore paused for a moment, his eyes a little dazed, as if the name he was about to speak brought back some memories.
"Yes, second only to Gellert, I have been worried..."
"I know, Albus, I can imagine that scene. Some of those people in the past will return to his command, and there will also be some young people who have not experienced war, either confused by the so-called glory, or blinded by
He could understand the old man's difficulties, or succumb to the diffuse terror, or even join him as a blind follower." Newt also looked at Dumbledore. He could understand the old man's difficulties, but understanding did not mean he agreed.
.
"Albus, I agree with your concerns. Maybe some of them, a small part or a large part, may choose a path that is completely different from ours, but right now they are still just students, and they are the future of the wizarding world.
."
Dumbledore crossed his hands and tapped the nails of his index fingers lightly, "Newt, you convinced me, even though I already have a plan to deal with it. Perhaps my long-term experience has made me more willing to deal with those troublesome things on my own.
I'm worried, but you are right, everyone has the right to choose and protect, and it is not up to me, a bad old man, to make the choice."
"It's not that serious, Albus," Newt waved his hand, "You have been guarding this land for decades."
"But some of your actions in the past ten years have really made us wonder. You seem to be too tolerant of some people. After the Wizarding War, the British magical world shrank like a horse-shaped water monster thrown into the desert." p>
"Ha, Newt. You have become more patient. I thought you would speak a few years ago." Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, Dumbledore continued: "When a sheep becomes the leader of a group of lions, before he knows
When the strength is insufficient, the lion will become more cowardly than the sheep."
"After 1980, the British wizarding world, which had experienced two wizarding wars, became extremely sensitive, and its resistance to individual power reached its peak."
Dumbledore paused, his deep gaze seemed to follow the white waves in the distance back to the past.
"After Bagno resigned last year, Fudge was a good choice. He is eloquent and sociable. More importantly, he does not have a deep foundation and does not have an overwhelming advantage in strength. He can rebuild order faster and help Britain
The magic world heals wounds faster."
"Of course Fudge and those pure-blood shenanigans can't be hidden from me. But Newt, everything has its own rules. Unpopular actions will not last long, and someone will naturally ask him to step down."
"But this person can't be me, Newt. For me, exploring mysteries, seizing power, and collecting reputation are not difficult to do. What really must be done and must be done is——"
Dumbledore paused again, and another voice sounded at the same time as his answer.
"Self-discipline."
"Self-discipline!"
Answering in unison, Dumbledore and Newt looked at each other, and laughter broke the dull atmosphere.
"Haha, yes, self-restraint. Newt, but it seems that I may cause some trouble for them in the distance..." Dumbledore, who was laughing, suddenly stopped and looked at Newt uneasily.<
/p>
"Oh, Moller." Newt blocked the furry tail that brushed against his cheek and looked at Dumbledore. His throat moved and he felt like he was about to say something, but then he pursed his lips and turned the atmosphere again.
Silence.
In the little time that followed, it was as if a curtain was closed and opened again. The previous scene of laughter and laughter had ended, and the new chapter obviously did not have joy as its theme.
The cats and cats raised their heads and looked out the window in confusion. It was strange that the wind was bright and sunny, but it seemed that a typhoon had passed through and entered a low-pressure group. However, before their sleepy little heads could figure out the situation,
, the wafting fragrance lured them towards the corridor.
Soon, under the temptation of Greedy, the three cats quickly took their places in the kitchen, followed by Dumbledore's slightly deeper voice.
"Yes, Newt. I just came back, and it's still the same... hard to get close to, and the intensity has not changed significantly..."
The sounds coming to the kitchen were intermittent, but Porpentina, who was busy in the kitchen, obviously knew what they were talking about. The fried fish and chips that were originally dancing happily with the wand also softened after a burst of black smoke.
It lay soft in the pot, giving off a bitter taste.
"Mom, I'm hungry. Ax insists on playing with me. It's really draining my energy."
Aini's voice came from far away, and Tina quickly cleaned the spatula and started cooking again.
"Okay, honey, take a rest first, and dinner will be served soon."
The bitter taste of paste is gone, and the sweetness of life is floating in the air again. It is said that time can heal everything, but a better medicine than it is family love and hope.