Chapter 3 Scamander Knows a Fucking Fantastic Beast
Rove held up his wand, like a musician, directing the vines to swing wildly.
As the guardian of plants, the Bowtruckle's racial talent is that it can consume mana to accelerate the growth of plants and control them.
Rove has completely tamed a Bowtruckle, and can also use this magic called [Vine Growth].
The two chunky mounds were tightly entangled by the vines. They turned into gourd babies, swinging in mid-air, shouting loudly, as happily as eight-year-old children.
Amid the excitement, the two of them repented deeply under Rove's "persuasion" in simple terms. They cried so much that they were heart-piercing, and finally apologized repeatedly and begged for forgiveness.
Rove nodded in satisfaction, he is a good boy if he knows his mistakes and corrects them.
He snapped his fingers, and the two fat men were lifted by the vines, thrown outward, and fell straight out of the carriage.
Hermione was dumbfounded, and after a while, she said speechlessly: "You also call this persuasion?"
"Yes." Rove hugged the back of his head, and with a breeze blowing his face, he smiled and said, "But there is still half a sentence behind."
"What?"
"If you don't accept it, you will be beaten to death."
"..."
The round-faced boy stood up from the ground, his legs were a little weak, he swallowed, and said in a low voice:
"Goyle and Crabbe are just Malfoy's followers, and they will definitely go to Malfoy...and come back for revenge..."
"Don't be afraid, this kind of low-level bastard, the more you are afraid of him, the more trouble he will make for you. Besides, even if Malfoy really came, wouldn't I still come?" Rove didn't care, and patted The opponent's shoulder said:
"I will reason with him...convince him with reason!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
The round-faced boy was moved for a while, wishing he could immediately recognize Luo Fu as his eldest brother!
"My name is Rolf Scamander, what about you?"
The round-faced boy stammered, "Neville...Neville Longbottom."
Gryffindor Juggernaut?
Rove raised his eyebrows and looked at Neville seriously, but was a little disappointed.
Obviously, now Neville is not the sword master who dared to face Voldemort, but a little fat man with a timid round face.
Rove looked at the girl with wine-red ponytails again. She was holding a baseball bat as if nothing had happened, and said softly, "Shirley Swinton."
Seeing Rove staring at the wooden stick, Shirley said calmly, "I like to play baseball, so it's reasonable to carry a baseball bat with me, right?"
"..."
"Just take it with you, just keep it for self-defense." Rove said casually: "Hogwarts is very dangerous, people die every year."
Hermione exclaimed in shock, and said in a panic, "Dead...dead? Every year?!"
"Yeah, there was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who fell off his broomstick last year." The corners of Rove's mouth curved slightly, and he deliberately lowered his voice:
"The brains shattered like jelly, and the eyeballs bounced and bounced on the ground, before they were eaten by Hagrid's dog.
And the year before last, a professor was fishing by the Black Lake, but was dragged into the lake by a water monkey and drowned! "
Hermione stood where she was, her mouth gaping open, her eyes glazed over.
Even Shirley, who had a cold temperament, clenched the wooden stick tightly in her hand. Although her expression didn't change much, her movements were also slightly stiff.
Rove suppressed his smile and stopped scaring the two blank-minded girls. He sat down on the chair and looked out the window.
The heavy rain gradually subsided, and after the rain, the outline of platform 9 was soft and the water vapor was hazy.
The thick smoke of the steam locomotive lingered over the endless stream of people, and the air was filled with the noise of dragging luggage and the laughter of wizards.
The atmosphere in the car was a little dignified.
Neville was still trembling, worried that Malfoy would bring a group of people to make trouble.
Hermione took out a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", but her eyes were not on it. The girl's eyes were wandering, her mind wandering, thinking whether to go home or not, at least it would be safer.
Shirley with the ponytail clutched her wooden stick, staring out the window in a daze.
Basking in the warm sunshine, Rove was flipping through a copy of "Postpartum Care of Tepo Warthogs", looking at the illustrations with gusto, when a toad suddenly jumped onto his lap.
The toad stared wide-eyed at his black leather case.
It turned out that a green magical creature with a whole body drilled out of the box. It looked like a stick insect and a plant. It poked out its head from the box. Its body was only one shank long, with a pair of brown eyes the size of rice grains, blinking non-stop. blink.
After being stared at by the toad, the Bowtruckle, who originally wanted to climb up, immediately froze and did not move.
The toad quickly flicked out its tongue, and the Bowtruckle was frightened. He didn't dare to pretend to be dead anymore, and immediately climbed up agilely.
Its front paws hooked the buttons of Rove's coat, and it ran quickly, quickly reaching his waist, and the last one bounced, hanging under the sleeves, swaying slightly.
Rove clasped his right wrist, grasped the Bowtruckle with both fingers, and held it lightly in the palm of his hand, and the Bowtruckle rubbed against his fingers affectionately.
"Lyfe!" Neville yelled hastily, "What are you doing?!"
"It should be hungry." Rove took out a few freeze-dried grains from his pocket.
Shirley and Hermione were more shocked than the other, staring at the Bowtruckle... It was a creature they had never seen before!
Hermione jumped up even more excitedly, almost hitting the luggage shelf.
"Bowtruckle! I read it in a book!!"
The girl stared at the Bowtruckle under the sunlight, she raised the "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in her hand, and said excitedly:
"The books say that Bowtruckles are gentle magical creatures who become guardians of the trees they inhabit, and that the wood of those trees is often suitable for making wands..."
Hermione has fully demonstrated what a super memory, she can recite the content verbatim without even opening the book.
Even the protection of magical creatures class will only be taught in the third grade!
"Rove, what did you feed Leffe?" Neville asked curiously. He fed Leffe mosquitoes before, but Leffe would ignore them.
"Freeze-dried made by Horklap." Rove squeezed the freeze-dried and said: "Chicken taste, crunchy... Six times more nutritious than beef, do you want to try it?"
Neville shook his head hastily.
Hermione finally found a chance to show off, and she would not let it go. She folded her arms around her chest, raised her head high and said:
"Hoclap, this is a mushroom-like pest. According to the book, it can only be used as food..."
Rove shook his head and corrected: "Actually, the juice secreted by Hawklap can also be used to make healing potions and herbicides."
"Impossible, where did you see it? It's not even written in the book!" Hermione was a little unconvinced.
"The textbook may not be all right. There is a mistake here. The revision of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" will be revised in the future." Rove smiled and said, "Don't read so rigidly...it's not good."
Hermione didn't believe it, she put down the book and looked at Rove, staring and said:
"You know better than Mr. Newt Scamander?!"
"Newt Scamander is just a retired old man. He knows a hammer in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." Rove had a strange face, with a half-smile.
Hermione's face was full of displeasure, as if Rove had insulted her idol, the girl squinted at the boy, and it was clearly written on her little face which onion you are.
Rove looked at the stubborn girl in front of him, grinned and said:
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you... Newt Scamander is my grandfather, and the two of us discovered a new use for Hawklap's sap a few months ago."
"..."
Only then did Hermione remember that this person is also called Scamander... Ah, shame again!
She was immediately discouraged, took out the pen from nowhere, bit off the cap of the pen, and viciously wrote it down in the book.
Shirley looked at this scene, resting her cheek with one hand, and smiled softly.
Rove rubbed Lai Fu who was desperately cooking on his lap, and suddenly there was a "ding" in his brain.
[An ancestral toad Lai Fu was detected, triggering side missions:
Cure Rafe's ADHD, Bonus Magic:
【Great Tongue Lash】
【Enhance the ability to control the tongue, which can be freely stretched and expanded. Causes magic damage to the creature in the lick, and there is a certain probability of violent vibration, causing dizziness and blurred feeling
(Note: When used on female magical creatures, the probability increases by 20%)]
"..."
Rove was stunned, this outrageous magic...he licked his lips, and suddenly smiled at Neville:
"Look at this toad, it seems to be suffering from heat stroke, it's not as good as us... Hehehe!"
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