Newt Scamander's house in Dorset had warm colors. It had wooden floors, beige stone walls, and a simple chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It swayed along with the house's slight vibrations.
There was a corridor as soon as they entered. It was wide enough for two strong men to walk side by side. There were many paintings and photo frames hanging on the walls. Most of them were pictures of magical animals. Occasionally, there would be a few pictures of people.
'These are our family members', was how Tina introduced them. It was not easy for her and Newt to remember the name of every magical animal.
Most people would not name and remember so many animals. They would think it was just a boring thing. However, Adams understood. Magical animals had different personalities and their own thoughts. They should have names and be remembered by their friends. It was a kind of respect that magical zoologists had for magical animals.
On the wall on the right was Newt's family photo. Tina and Newt were sitting on a poisonous horned beast lying on the ground. Behind them were their son and daughter-in-law, as well as a cute little boy. That was their good grandson, Rolf Scamander. Rolf did not look at the camera. It was obvious that the poisonous horned beast attracted his attention more.
To be precise, none of the men in the photo were looking at the camera. Their attention was focused on the poisonous horned beast. They had turned a nice family photo into a 'poisonous horned beast observation record'. Tina felt helpless. 'I should have known that it was a wrong decision to let Newt bring something that could show off his family's characteristics.'
"Dinner is on the table. It's very sumptuous today. You can eat first." Tina picked up the scarf hanging at the door and wrapped it around herself.
"I have to go look for my good grandson. He's having fun with the muggle kids nearby. I have to bring him back for dinner so that he won't get lost in the happiness."
"Alright, Madam Tina." Adams said goodbye to Tina and watched her walk out of the house.
He then turned around and touched the poisonous horned beast's horn on the wall. He could feel the heat coming from the photo. Soon, the family photo left the wall and moved up a little, revealing the hidden entrance behind.
The sound of animals chirping could be heard from the inside.
Adams walked down the stone stairs for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He came to a spacious space. There were many small magical animals living here.
"Click." The invisible beast in the cage at the side slammed the cage door shut. It was relieved when it saw Adams. It extended its hand through the gap of the cage and opened the door easily.
"Long time no see, Squeak." Adams greeted the invisible beast.
Squeak waved its hand at him to say 'Nice to meet you, young man'. It then jumped out of the cage and disappeared.
"Hey." Adams walked to a transparent box. it was a family of Motras... Three baby Motras the size of a baby's fist were sleeping in their mother's arms................... "Motras..... by... Motras........
"Ji!"
. "Motras accepted the gift. It was so happy that it almost bit Adams' finger. Adams was glad that he stopped in time. Otherwise, if he was bitten by the Motras, he would vomit at the best. In the worst case scenario, his anus would be burning. However, it would only last for forty-eight hours at most. It was not unbearable.
Adams carried the box and continued walking. He noticed that one of the locks on the magic box that Newt had placed on the wooden table had been opened. The other one was also slowly opening. "Click … Click …" Adams raised his eyebrows. He put the box in his hands on the ground and walked over. He pressed the box lid with one hand and fastened the lock again.
The invisible beast Squeak stood on the table and revealed itself. Its big eyes made it look very innocent.
"Don't do bad things, Squeak." Ever since this invisible beast came into contact with Teacher Newt's grandson, Roff, it started to become rebellious. It also learned a lot of pranks. Although it made some contributions to the 'Research of Magical Creatures' ability to imitate Wizards' …
However, the invisible beast's pranks were really unpleasant. No one wanted to see their Cola floating in the air and then being devoured by an invisible creature.
Magical creatures that had no sense of right and wrong often chose to act according to their instincts. They were hedonistic. This brought a lot of trouble to Newt's family and the surrounding neighbors.
There was no good solution at the moment.
"Teacher Newt." Adams walked toward the old man who was standing in front of a reddish-brown winged hippogriff. He bowed to the winged beast and said, "Hauss, nice to meet you."
The winged hippogriff called House politely returned the greeting and bowed in acknowledgment.
"Adams, take the magic potion on the table next to you … Erm, the blue one. There's a fresh white potion in it …" Adams handed it over. The old man quickly took it. "Yes, this is it." He opened the bottle of potion and applied it evenly on the skin of the winged beast's neck.
"What's wrong with Hauss?" Adams leaned over and looked at the spot where the old man applied the potion. "Allergy?"
"Yes, he wanted some excitement so he went after Pang Locke. But everyone knows that Pang Locke is the guardian of horses, not winged beasts." Newt patted Hauss' feathers and said with a teasing tone, "Poor Hauss was rejected and even spat on. It triggered a skin allergy and he had to shave off a small piece of hair to apply the medicine."
Hauss let out a dissatisfied cry.
"Alright, I won't talk about this anymore." Newt picked up the shiny reddish-brown feathers on the side and introduced them to Adams. "These feathers of Hauss are enough to offset the fine the Ministry of Magic gave me last month. So, a love without a result can more or less bring me some benefits …"
"Ouch!" Newt's back was hit by Hauss' eagle head. "I really won't talk about this anymore." He put down the feathers and picked up the prepared ointment to apply it on Hauss' wound. "Alright, young man." Newt walked to the wall and opened a wooden door that was not small. There was a spacious upward slope outside that was convenient for any form of mystical creatures to enter. Even a dragon could enter if it squeezed a little.
Hauss moved his wings and left with light steps. He bowed slightly to Newt to express his gratitude before he left.
"Adams, it's been a while. How have you been recently?"
Newt tidied up the messy treatment tools and asked about the student's recent situation, "I accompanied Tina to the United States during this period of time to visit Tina's sister and my old friend Jacob. This old man can't even walk properly and he's still thinking of opening a cake shop in the UK."
"He also asked me to take care of his grandson, little Jacob. However, I haven't been able to go out to look for him recently because there are too many things to do to deal with these naughty fellows who sneaked out."
"I'll keep an eye out for you, Teacher Newt." Adams smiled. "The work in the Ministry of Magic is still the same as before. However, there are still some new things happening …"
"Ms. Rita Skeeter wrote a few articles that glorified werewolves. It alleviated the conflict between the wizards and the werewolves recently."
"Werewolves are supposed to be one of us." Newt closed the lid of the ointment. "This Ms. Skeeter finally did something serious. I thought she would only make up some stories that she had to tell … Can you believe it?
She even wrote about me, saying something like 'A famous mystical zoologist was driven to Dorset for retirement' and 'Studying the postpartum care of wild boar monsters in her spare time'. "
"Wild boar monsters are unusually grumpy after giving birth. They're not suitable for postpartum care at all!"
Newt was a little angry. However, the reason for his anger was very strange. "She doesn't understand these things. She shouldn't have simply expressed her opinion. During that time, my friend kept talking about postpartum care …"
Adams wanted to laugh but he held it in. "Yes, she shouldn't have done that." Adams coughed. "Teacher, there's also the matter of the house elves. I've signed a consent form for the house elves to set up a company."
"Oh?
That's great. "Newt was a little surprised." The house elves are finally going to stand up?
What kind of company are they going to set up? "
"A housekeeping service company." Adams took out a flyer. This was the second time he took the initiative to help with the publicity. Perhaps it was because the house elves setting up a company was too interesting. "This is their flyer. They provide a wide range of services, from cleaning to home tutoring for children."
"Home tutoring?"
Newt took the flyer, and the image of his obedient grandson's young face appeared in his mind. Roff was a good kid, but he was always causing trouble when he had nothing to do. Perhaps a tutor would be able to keep him in check a little.
"The house elves are getting more and more beautiful." Newt frowned as he carefully looked at the 'fake flyer'. "Are these elves going to be the home tutors?"
"Oh, this is just the advertising effect." Adams coughed. "The house elves are still the same. As for home tutoring, it should be a student from Hogwarts part-time because Headmaster Dumbledore also has a share in the company."
"Well, very good." Newt put the flyer away. "Roff's good days should come to an end."