Chapter 622

"Hermione."

Sean greeted with a shallow smile; his expression was not much different from the person beside him.

"Didn't you go to Ilvermorny, my god!"

Hermione ran over, followed by Neville, who was panting.

"This is, Master Scamander... when did you come back? How come you are with Master Scamander? What is your relationship? My god, is there any time you go out without causing a big stir?"

Hermione kept spitting out questions like a machine gun.

Neville also curiously stretched his neck quietly.

Hermione's words made Sean recall slightly; he found that this time they violated at least one hundred laws of the Ministry of Magic.

Unauthorized use of the Undetectable Extension Charm, using dragons to pull carriages, crossing borders at will...

"I am learning the Undetectable Extension Charm from Mr. Scamander."

Sean tapped the Wizard's Book and answered.

Soon, the Wizard's Book unfolded layer by layer, revealing a wooden door, and you could see the spacious wooden house inside, the warm fireplace, and the snow hills and forests outside the bright windows.

"What?!"

Hermione screamed in shock.

When a gray-skinned, three-foot-tall, goblin-like creature bowed to her inside, she felt her eyes go dark, and she was about to faint.

"Is there any regulation you haven't violated?"

After she finished speaking, Mr. Scamander couldn't help but laugh gently.

Back then, Theseus always asked him this way too.

"You brought back a goblin! This is absolutely not allowed in the UK!"

Hermione was anxious.

"As for goblins, it's no problem... Pukwudgies don't belong to magical creatures; as 'people', as long as entry is approved, it is legal to go to any country."

Newt explained softly.

"But, but..."

His words made Hermione, who respected the magical creature master, a bit embarrassed to refute, but after a few seconds, Hermione asked stubbornly again:

"Are goblins people?"

Obviously, having been at Hogwarts for more than a year, Hermione had read many books, but she still hadn't had time to learn about obscure knowledge like the division between people and animals.

"Heh... there are many stories in this, come with me, okay, the Fairy Tale Workshop is about to close."

Newt's smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his entire face.

"Fairy Tale Workshop..."

Hermione repeated in surprise.

"Oh, I should have guessed it earlier."

Hermione naturally knew about some biscuits that could transform into magical creatures, and what kind of attraction they had to a magical creature master who had studied magical creatures all his life.

They walked on the cobblestone path; Hermione raised her face, glanced at Master Scamander, and asked Sean quietly.

"You always hide things from us; if you are willing to explain, I want to know, how did you find Mr. Scamander?"

Hermione followed beside Sean; she noticed that Mr. Scamander was holding a special gilded parchment in his hand and always looked at Sean with a special gaze.

Unfortunately, young wizards often find it hard to notice these things.

"Mr. Scamander is an honorary professor at Ilvermorny."

Sean responded.

"That's truly surprising. Then... do you have any relationship with Mr. Scamander?"

Hermione seemed to have been holding it in for a while, and couldn't help but ask.

If Sean's identity hadn't been exposed, she wouldn't think Mr. Scamander would teach the Undetectable Extension Charm to just anyone.

"..."

This made Sean silent; all along, Mr. Scamander had been doing his best to teach him, even staying for an extra class and staying for a few more days at Ilvermorny for this.

Sean knew that this had nothing to do with fairy tale biscuits.

Then... to whom would Mr. Scamander be so loyal?

It's really hard to guess.

Sean's gaze turned to the distant Hogwarts; in the headmaster's office, an elderly white-haired wizard was looking out the window wisely.

"I think little Green is the most talented young wizard I have ever taught."

Newt seemed to have heard their discussion, he explained.

Of course, he is also an interesting young wizard who is extremely similar to him, treating magical creatures as partners.

Without giving Hermione another chance to be surprised, they had already arrived at the door of the Fairy Tale Workshop.

Today was naturally business hours, but they seemed to have arrived too late; there weren't many people in the shop.

But the benefit of the Fairy Tale Workshop's invitation-only system is here; every biscuit is numbered and distributed accordingly. For example, if ten biscuits are only sold to five wizards, two each, then these five wizards will definitely be able to buy them.

A big Christmas tree stood in the shop, with shiny little icicles hanging on it, flickering with dozens of candles, and on top were a few glowing letters:

At the same time, voices came from inside the shop:

"In Diagon Alley, the magical items in this shop are the best, unfortunately, they only sell two biscuits—small dragon biscuits and owl biscuits—this is really too heartbreaking."

A wizard wearing a top hat sighed.

"Then Merlin's is that your share is used up—idiot."

The witch with him said unceremoniously.

"Lisa—you always break my heart too."

The top-hatted wizard pretended to be heartbroken.

The witch didn't pay attention to him and disappeared with an Apparition.

Such scenes always happen in the shop, but the acting manager always has a serious face; it is said that no one has ever seen him smile.

"Respected Mr. Green—"

At this time, Professor Professor Qiluo discovered Sean, he whispered in surprise, and an Apparition appeared in front of Sean.

His eyes seemed to not exist for anyone else, until Sean walked into the shop first, then he lowered his eyes and looked at the remaining two:

"Mr. Scamander, may you know that my master has launched a new invitation for you, you can buy fairy tale biscuits without limit."

He turned to Hermione again.

"Miss Granger, we meet again, you can go in. However, except for Mr. Scamander, today's share has been sold out; next time, you have to be earlier."

For Hermione, who had once fought against Voldemort, he rarely made a small joke.

"Next time, can I come?!"

Hermione was very surprised.

"Of course, why not?"

A year of dormancy almost made Professor Professor Qiluo forget that he was also a talented and humorous wizard.

"Thank you, Professor."

Hermione went in with a trot.

This title made Professor Professor Qiluo pause; he watched Hermione and smiled low.

At the door, Newt, who seemed to know some inside information, had pupils that looked exceptionally clear.

"Small dragon—is the source Norbert?

Bowtruckle—is the source the Bowtruckle on you?

Hippogriff—I once saw you riding on it...

Alright, I should have come earlier, everything here is too interesting—can actually have biscuits that transform into cat whiskers, owl wings, and dragon claws—"

Hermione looked around under the Christmas tree, and her voice came out along with the crackling of the fireplace.