Chapter 5 The Salamander
Under Hermione's death gaze, the whole carriage was silent.
Even Raffle held his breath, lying quietly on Neville's thigh, not daring to steal any more freeze-dried food, for fear of offending this grumpy witch.
"It's okay, you can laugh if you want, I... I'm not angry!"
Hermione's voice suddenly became very gentle. She pursed her lips and showed a sweet smile, but there was no smile in her eyes that were narrowed into crescent moons.
Witches are amazing magical creatures, and their words obviously cannot be taken seriously, especially in such a dark-bellied form.
But how did Neville know that people's hearts are sinister and the world is declining, so he really laughed foolishly.
Rove sighed slightly, Shirley gently held his forehead, and even Raifel looked at his master as if he was looking at a fool.
As expected, Hermione changed her face at the speed of light, jumped up, and played a "crazy stick technique" with a wand in her hand, which caused Neville to suffer pain again and again, so he had to hold Raffle on his round head to offset the damage.
(Lai Fu: Quack quack?)
Rove was terrified when he saw it. A little witch at this age is really not easy to mess with, but this system allows him to capture, train, and tame...Tame your grandma's legs!
The boy was still secretly glad that he couldn't hold back his smile, but when Hermione turned her head, she stared at him and said:
"Although you don't smile on your face, I know you must be laughing at me in your heart!"
"..." Xiao Niangpi, let's put the facts aside and talk about it, right? !
Seeing Hermione rushing over, Rove held her smooth forehead with one hand and let the girl move around. He sighed and said:
"Hermione, I really didn't laugh at you, don't think too much... Neville! How can you laugh at Hermione? Didn't she just break out two front teeth? Why are you gloating?
I'm not criticizing you, you are all classmates, do you have any sympathy? ! "
Neville: "..."
"I'll fight with you!" Hermione was furious, she probably belonged to a puppy, she opened her mouth to bite, and Rolf immediately retracted his palm, making her fly away.
Without the support of her arms, the girl's body leaned too far forward, she staggered under her feet, threw herself forward, and fell hard into Rove's arms.
"..."
Rove hurriedly held up the French military salute, and innocently shouted: "Pengci...Pengci...I didn't touch her...Everyone is watching..."
Hermione's face was flushed red, she stood up slowly, stroked her messy temple hair out of breath, then gave Rolf a murderous look, and then sat back to her original position.
Shirley lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, she said softly: "It's all my fault, I didn't remind you that the bread is hard."
She grew up in a remote monastery. In order to catch the train, she set off two days in advance. Although the bread is not bad, it is easy to harden after a long time.
"It's okay!" The corner of Hermione's mouth curled up in a warm arc, and she waved her hand generously:
"I have eaten French baguettes before, and they are harder than this... It is said that they used baguettes as weapons when they paraded."
Rove glanced at Hermione in surprise. Although the little girl was aggressive, she cared about other people's self-esteem.
After the quarrel, the four of them began to actively devote themselves to the great cause of cooking, and collected chocolate frog pictures by the way.
Rove opened a chocolate frog casually, picked up the picture card, and saw an old wizard on it, holding a wand with a strange shape in his hand, suddenly shooting a large ball of green light, and then burst out laughing.
He turned it over again, and on it was written the wizard's life:
"Godlot, the most dangerous dark wizard of the Middle Ages, was considered a 'nasty figure', and he wrote The Most Poisonous Magic, which advanced the study of the dark arts.
Godelot used his son Hereward to do magic research, and was finally locked up by his son Hereward in the cellar of his home, where he died tragically..."
What a loving father and filial son!
Rove glanced at the biography, then threw the picture to the energetic Hermione and Shirley.
Rove was not interested in collecting chocolate pictures. Neville was born in a wizarding family and had been saving for many years, but there was no shortage of pictures.
The two girls were very active, especially Shirley, who heard that a complete set of pictures could be sold for money.
Happy time is always short, as if there is a magic power, time is taken away invisible.
The fields passing by outside the car window became more and more barren. As the farmland disappeared, large forests, winding rivers and dark green hills followed.
The cabin also gradually quieted down.
Shirley put her cheeks in her hands and stared at the distant scenery. Her slender ponytail wrapped around her shoulders and hung in front of her body, gently swaying in the wind.
Hermione snatched this travel note from Rove, introducing the fire dragon reserve in Romania. The girl read it intently, sometimes excited, sometimes jumping for joy.
Rove leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and continued to doze off with his head tilted. When his head tilted to a certain extent, the Bowtruckle sitting on his shoulder would straighten up quietly, and then continue to tilt.
At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded in the carriage.
The sudden call made the Bowtruckle tremble with fright, it quickly got into Rove's arms, and let out a "beep, beep, beep".
Hermione had just opened a marmalade pudding and took two bites. She was so frightened that she shivered suddenly, her expression was a little dull, and then she hiccupped twice.
She seemed to be choking, and quickly puffed up her chest. Shirley, who was habitually grabbing a baseball bat, immediately reached out and patted Hermione's flat chest vigorously, and the girl was relieved.
Everyone looked at Neville, who cried out, "Leffe...is gone!"
After Hermione got over her anger, she said angrily, "I thought it was Goyle and Crabbe who brought someone to make trouble again!"
"Will it be hidden in some corner of the carriage?" Shirley reminded.
"Probably not. Lefe has escaped from me many times, and every time he couldn't see him, he ran away from home." Neville said anxiously, "It probably doesn't like me holding it when I sleep."
"..."
People suck cats, you suck clams, and you still stick to them when you sleep... No wonder Leif wants to run away.
Seeing that Neville was in a hurry, Hermione and Shirley both helped to check the compartment and searched for Raffle.
Rove didn't get up, he whispered softly to comfort the frightened Bowtruckle, and listened for a while.
Standing on the boy's shoulders, the Bowtruckle grabbed a strand of blond hair hanging from his temples with his arm, and pressed it against his ear, murmuring softly.
Rove nodded slightly, raised his head and said: "Don't look for it, Groot told me that Leifle sneaked out when the door was opened before."
"You can still communicate with Bowtruckles?" Hermione's eyes widened, her face full of surprise.
"Yeah, but only for this Bowtruckle." Rove explained.
He can communicate with every 100% domesticated animal, but this communication is through the system... Rove doesn't know the language of the Bowtruckle.
But how did Hermione and the others know this? They looked at Rove and thought that the young man was very powerful, and he was indeed the grandson of Newt Scamander!
The Bowtruckle named Groot was watched by so many people. It put its fingers on its cheeks, a little shy, slightly swaying its body, and quickly got into Rove's collar.
Neville looked at Rove and asked anxiously, "What should we do? The train is so big, where can we find Raffle?"
"That's easy." Rove whistled.
A moment later, a flame-red lizard sprang out of the small black suitcase like lightning, and circled happily around the boy.
"Salamander?!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly.
Rove grabbed the salamander and placed it on his shoulder. The steaming lizard stretched out its head and passionately rubbed the boy's cheek.
"The name of this salamander is Fire Kiss, and it can help find Leffe's location."
Rove took out a fiery red pill with a strong fragrance from his pocket, and the salamander quickly ate it and let out a joyful cry.
"Rove, what are you feeding it?" Shirley asked.
"A pill made of hot peppers, the salamander is born of fire and feeds on fire, it can't survive without fire," Rove explained.
"But feeding the chili peppers to the salamanders at regular intervals will allow them to escape from the flames for a short period of time. The hotter the peppers, the longer the escape time. Of course, it can't exceed six hours at most."
Several people were thoughtful, and in just half a day, they learned a lot of knowledge from Rove that was not in textbooks.
Rove stretched out a finger, flicked the scarlet head of his beloved pet, and said with a smile: "Okay, Fire Kiss, go and help find Lefu."
The salamander suddenly opened its mouth wide, revealing its bright and sharp teeth. Then it opened its mouth wide open, then stuck out its tongue, and a ball of flames popped out.
Soon, Fire Kiss jumped from the boy's shoulder to the window sill, and then onto the ground.
Its head was like a radar. After turning around, it glanced at Rove, as if telling the boy that he had found the target, and then flew away.
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