Chapter 41 Sniff

The one who reached out to help him up was an old wizard who was obviously old at first glance.

He had silver hair and gray-blue eyes that looked at Grete curiously, but his eyes were very gentle, which did not make Grete feel uncomfortable at all.

He was a little thin, wearing a knee-length gray-black coat, and loose and well-fitting casual trousers tucked into boots that reached his calves.

The boots were polished very brightly, and Grete even felt that he could see his own shadow.

It can be seen that this old wizard has a good life.

The last old wizard Grete saw who took care of himself so meticulously was Dumbledore.

When Grete was still thinking about how to introduce himself, the old wizard in front of him spoke.

"Hello, are you Mr. McGrete?"

His voice was gentler than his eyes, but it seemed to carry a hint of subtle tension.

"Yes, McGrete, a wizard from the UK would like to thank you for your generous help."

Grete's eyes gradually brightened, and he seemed to know who the person in front of him was.

"Hello, I'm Newt Scamander, from England, just like you.

Professor Dumbledore said you'd be here today, and I've been waiting for you."

Sure enough, the man in front of him, who looked a little introverted even at his age, was the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

Newt Scamander, the master of magical animals, made great contributions in the capture of Grindelwald.

Maybe because of his age, the freckles on his face, which were a sign, were not so obvious.

This was also the reason why Gret didn't dare to confirm Newt's identity at first glance.

"That," Newt stretched out his hand and pointed at the dust on Gret's body.

In the magic world, if two wizards don't trust each other very much.

Generally speaking, no one would point their wand at another person at will, which usually means a duel.

Gret said sorry and used the cleansing on himself.

"Hello..." Gret didn't think of how to address the wizard in front of him.

Perhaps Newt saw his embarrassment, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Newt or Mr. Scamander, whatever you like."

Grete thought about it and felt that he should hold on to the thigh in front of him.

"Hello, Dr. Scamander, I'll leave it to you for the next few months. I will try not to cause you any trouble."

Newt smiled. He knew the meaning of this title because he was not reluctant to deal with Muggles.

That's right. He specializes in the protection of psychedelic animals. According to the Muggle world, he is indeed a doctor, and even a master among doctors.

"Then, Mr. Grete, please come in and take a rest."

Newt stepped aside, revealing the three-story building behind him.

Only then did Grete have time to look at the surrounding environment.

Newt's three-story building is located in a small village. The village should not be big. Standing here, you can see the edge of the village at a glance.

However, it should not be far from the city.

At least, from the distant horizon, you can see the high-rise buildings in the city in the distance.

The yard has the rugged style of an American town. Apart from other things, it can be seen from the area of ​​the yard that there is only one feature: it is big.

It is like a small town that often appears in western movies.

In the yard wall surrounded by logs, a wooden building with a red roof and white walls stands alone in the center of the yard.

Along the wall, there are many four-orange flowers planted, and several tall red maples sway in the breeze.

From the corner of the house, you can see that there are many fruit trees planted in the backyard, but it is obvious that they are not yet mature, with green skin, bathing in the sun comfortably.

It seems that they will live here for a long time. On the land without large plants, several vegetable plots have been reclaimed, and many seedlings have sprouted.

The shrubs in the corners have also been cleaned up, and after drying, they are neatly piled under the shed in the corner of the yard, which should be used as dry firewood.

Newt did not urge Gret, but just followed him quietly, letting him observe curiously.

Until, a gray-haired, but neatly groomed head poked out from the kitchen of the small building.

"Newt, you two, how long do you plan to see each other? Come in and eat. There will be plenty of time to get familiar with each other later."

Newt scratched his head embarrassedly, but still did not urge.

"My wife, Porpentina Goldstein." Newt raised his voice, "Tina, wait a minute, we will come soon, let Gret finish.

Professor Dumbledore said that Mr. Gret is in America for the first time, and I hope I can take good care of him."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Scamander, I'm rude, I should visit the hostess first."

From Mrs. Newt's attitude alone, Gret already knew who was in power in this family.

In Newt's embarrassed eyes, Gret and him quickened their pace and walked into the small red building in the middle of the yard.

"Hello, Mrs. Tina, my name is McGret, from Hogwarts."

Obviously, after living in the UK for so many years, Gret has already mastered the etiquette.

Tina Goldstein's hair is naturally curly like Newt's, but the waves are bigger than Newt's.

Unlike Newt's silvery white hair, her hair is only gray.

Mrs. Tina's clothes are very homely, and she doesn't even take off her apron.

"Little Gret, right? Dumbledore has written countless letters, praising you in every sentence. Come and let me see."

Obviously, compared with the socially anxious Newt, Mrs. Tina is a socially adept person.

After taking a look at Gret, she pulled Gret to sit down.

"Don't call me Madam, if you don't mind, just call me Tina. That's how my grandson calls me. Of course, for him."

Tina pointed at Newt who was taking off his coat, "Don't call him Doctor, just call him Newt.

You British are so polite. I almost laughed my teeth off when I heard you talking at home just now."

Gret really didn't expect that a gentleman who was influenced by the British would marry a lady who was so generous.

But how should I put it? He liked this atmosphere very much, this family where he would stay for a few months in the future.

The first impression he had was very harmonious.

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After a pleasant tea break, Tina left the space for the two wizards, one big and one small. You know, Dumbledore's letter,

but asked Newt to use his talent to help sense the dark side of this little wizard.

Although Newt was socially anxious, he knew how to get along with this little wizard who was almost the same age as his grandson.

He didn't let Gret sit there, but proposed to take Gret to see the magical creatures he had collected and protected for many years.

He led Gret down to the basement.

It was obvious that the basement also cast a traceless extension spell, and the environment here did not seem cramped.

The lighting and ventilation should also be achieved through some kind of spell.

If Gret hadn't seen himself walking down the stairs, he wouldn't even realize that this was a basement.

When he entered the basement, the first thing he saw was a bookshelf full of various notes.

A quaint brown desk was placed in the middle.

Newt introduced that the notes on the bookshelf were all the information he had personally recorded over the years about the protection of magical creatures.

Gretel looked around curiously, he was looking for the Sniff who was number one on the list of Grindelwald's hatred, Newt's good friend, who loved the flash as his life.

Until Newt took out a suitcase from the corner that was obviously used for a long time, and the moment he opened it, a black and gray animal rushed out from it.

The movement was very fast, and only a faint light could be seen running around him.

At this time, Newt's warning voice floated over faintly, "Gretel, protect your things."

Sure enough, after Gretel fumbled up and down, he found that the several Galleons in his pocket and the school badge on his chest were all missing.

I don't know how many book friends came in from the recommended site, thank you for your support.

Small theater

Gretel: My dear Professor Tom, it seems that your appeal is not good, then it's no wonder that I, a student, am cruel and ruthless. Get the washing machine ready and the cement mixer ready~

Voldemort: Wait, I'll ask for another wave. Dear wizards, please vote for me. I, Voldemort, promise in the name of the Dark Lord that I will kill Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and let the book friends who are following me take over. First come, first served.

In addition, we are sincerely recruiting seven department heads, including the Director of the Office for Prohibiting the Abuse of Magic, the Director of the Office for Prohibiting the Abuse of Muggle Articles, the Director of the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment, and the Director of the Auror Command. The salary is generous, so come quickly if you are interested.