The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 22: Newt Scamander

"It's...it's Miss Lovegood..."

The door of the small house was pushed open, and what came into Loila's view was a hunched, somewhat frail old man...

They seem no different from... ordinary old people.

"Good morning, Mr. Scamander!" Luna nodded happily to Newt, then opened her arms and gave him a hug.

"This...who is this?" Newt hesitated for a moment before looking at Loila. The tone and rhythm of his voice made Loila feel a strange sense of familiarity.

He's clearly Lord Grindelwald's enemy... so why do I feel this way...?

Loila's blue eyes subconsciously swept over Newt's face, their eyes met for a moment, and then they both looked down.

Oh no...oh no!

It turns out Mr. Scamander is like me... someone who's not good at dealing with strangers...

"She is Loila Hamilton." Luna seemed unaware of this, reciting Loila's name as if it were poetry.

"Ah... good morning, Miss Hamilton..." Newt bowed slightly.

"Good morning...good morning..." Loila's voice was much softer than Newt's.

Sorry Newt, you and I are not the same kind of people... You're already much better than me at greeting strangers so fluently.

Newt seemed unconcerned about Loila's rudeness, and gently opened the door to let the two of them in.

"Mr. Scamander is a magizoologist," Luna said as she entered the house, fiddling with the wind chimes hanging in the hallway. "There are many adorable magical creatures here."

"Fantastic...fantastic creatures?" Loila pursed her lips and carefully followed Luna in. She wasn't particularly afraid of magical creatures...well, most of them.

After all, magical creatures are much easier to get along with than wizards and Muggles.

"Isn't Grandma Tina here?" Luna asked, tilting her head slightly. Before Newt could answer, she nodded to herself, "No, she's not here."

"Yes...yes." Newt gave a slightly awkward smile. "Tina...she went to...the Ministry of Magic..."

"Could it be related to bad teeth?" Luna asked quickly. "I'm sure Grandma Tina will persuade them to give up."

"I guess...?"

So am I the only one here who doesn't know what bad teeth are?

Loira followed behind Luna, watching her and Newt chat happily, and for a moment she felt quite good... Not having to answer other people's questions was really great...

She looked around Newt's house with great interest. Don't get me wrong, she was preparing for Lord Grindelwald's future comeback!

We'll start by taking down Mr. Scamander!

As Loila was thinking this, the potted plant above her head suddenly shook, and then a furry thing fell from it.

It's...it's a Niffler?!

Loila recognized the thing in front of her, and she instinctively hugged it to prevent it from falling to the ground.

"Manne..." Newt noticed this scene and quickly looked at Loila. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the somewhat flustered young lady showed no unease.

"Miss Hamilton...aren't you afraid...of...magical creatures?"

"No... I'm not scared." Loila hugged the little girl in her arms and sniffed her, feeling a bit strange.

Would anyone be afraid of something so cute?

"I'm more afraid of... people...something..." she stammered.

"Is that so..." Newt nodded a little awkwardly.

For a moment, neither of them knew what to say; this is what it's like to be alone with two people who are not good with words.

Fortunately, Luna was there. She appeared out of nowhere, holding a branch in her hand.

"Mr. Scamander, is this the kind of wood that the Bowtruckle mentioned before liked?"

"Ah...that's right." Newt smiled, seemingly quite pleased to mention magical creatures: "The Bowtruckles are very selective...in choosing the wood they live in."

"The wood they value is generally excellent material for making wands..."

"Is that so... It's a pity I already have a wand." Luna said, pulling the wand out from the hair behind her ear.

Why did you leave your wand there?

Loila couldn't help but purse her lips.

To be honest... Newt Scamander wasn't as vicious or cunning as Royla had imagined... He was just like an ordinary old man, and Royla even felt a little close to him because he resembled her somewhat...

No, no, no, no... this must be some kind of disguise, right?

Just like Dumbledore, they disguised themselves as decent human beings... but in reality, they were all despicable and despicable people!

Loila gripped her wand tightly, carefully examining Newt.

If this Mr. Scamander wants to use Luna to feed some magical creature, then I will take decisive action.

However, it's clear that Royla is overthinking things.

Newt quickly served them tea and began to recount his journey with great interest.

He seems to have just returned from Australia, where he discovered many magical creatures... Ah... magical creatures...

He truly lives up to his reputation as a magizoologist... He possesses the same passion for magical creatures as Royla has for magic circles.

He could describe the Thunderbird's habitat for over ten minutes straight...

So this is how other people feel when I explain magic arrays to them?

Loila pursed her lips, watching the tea leaves swirling in front of her, and subconsciously wanted to apologize to Mr. Lupin and Mr. Scrimgeour...

Well, so is Mr. Scrimgeour a vampire after all?

Just as he was thinking this, Newt suddenly looked up at Loira and let out a surprised exclamation.

"Is Miss Hamilton of Veela descent?" His voice trembled slightly.

"Ah... I..." Loila was a little surprised to be called by name, and a little scared after hearing Newt's words... She shrank back and subconsciously wanted to deny it.

But Luna laughed and said, "That's right! Loila is a beautiful Veela hybrid!" As she spoke, she reached out and pinched the pointed ears under Loila's hood.

This caused Loila to instinctively tilt her head back, causing her hood to fall off and revealing her silver hair and slightly trembling pointed ears.

"No... I just... a little bit... with Veela..." Loila stammered for a long time, unable to speak, and could only cover her ears and shrink into the chair.

"A monster with pointy ears!"

"Freak!"

"Something dirtier than mud!"

A sharp curse rang in her ears, so frightening that she trembled and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Ah...it's so beautiful..."

Newt's voice drifted over leisurely, as he looked with considerable interest at Loila's ears and silver hair: "I've only ever seen a Veela hybrid once before... but nothing like Miss Hamilton..."

"beauty."

"Beautiful...?" Loila paused for a moment, her trembling body slowly stopping, her blue eyes looking at Newt with surprise.

"Yes...it's very beautiful." Luna nodded. "Just like a horned snorkel."

"It should be the Thunderbird, right?" Newt shook his head and muttered.

No...you two...Veeps aren't magical creatures!