"Gentlemen, are you talking about Madam Lena?"
Harry heard the familiar name. "Psychic Battle, Madam Lena is participating in this program!"
"Little boy, it sounds like you know a lot of things." Newt squatted down with a smile, trying to talk to Harry at the same height. He was very skilled. His time with the goblins had given him enough experience.
"My grandson, Roff, is about the same age as you …" As Newt spoke, he suddenly remembered his rebellious grandson who liked to call his elders by their names. His face stiffened for a moment. "Uh … He's got a personality, ahem, but you won't want to know him." Newt changed the topic stiffly. "Hey!
Your sword is so cool!
I feel like it could easily cut off three heads of a Rune Snake! "
"Thank you, sir." Harry touched his head and smiled shyly.
Newt liked polite children, so he reached out his hand and tried to shake Harry's hand. "Nice to meet you, boy. I'm Newt, Newt Scamander, a magical zoologist."
"Oh!"
Harry wiped his hands on his clothes and shook Newt's hand. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Nice to meet you!"
Although Harry didn't know much about the magical zoologist profession, the old man in front of him knew Headmaster Dumbledore, so he should be a very powerful person.
"Harry — Potter!" Newt's eyes widened, and he instantly looked at Harry's forehead. "Oh!
It's a running poisonous horned beast!
I should have noticed it earlier! "Newt reached out and wanted to touch Harry's scar." Do you mind... "
"I don't mind, Mr. Newt."
Newt succeeded in touching the scar on Harry's head. He was a little excited. "Oh!
The last time I was so excited was when I delivered a Hippogriff with a difficult labor. My calf was kicked and fractured! "
It sounded like a magical zoologist had a hard job.
Newt made a tsk tsk sound and nodded his head. "It's incredible. Humans are the most magical creatures."
Harry didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile at Newt.
"Teacher, I think we'd better get back to the main topic." It was time for Adams to remind Newt. "We still have to make a trip to the Battle of the Psychics program after we get the information. If that black dog is really a human and is hiding its identity beside the Muggles, then we have no choice but to inform the Ministry of Magic to get involved in the investigation …"
"Wait a minute." Harry tilted his head with a puzzled expression. "Black dog?
Are you talking about Big Black? "
Newt and Adams looked at each other and then at Harry. "Yes, Harry. Can you tell us more about this dog?"
"Uh, of course," Harry scratched his chin. "Dahei is a stray dog that appeared on Privet Drive in September. When Ron and I came home from school, we saw it fainted on the street, so we pulled it back to Ms. Lena's house …"
"Blackie is very ordinary. It's just a black dog that doesn't attract much attention." Harry shrugged. "Under Ms. Liana's care, Blackie's condition gradually improved. Then, we took it in. Except for its slightly higher IQ, its performance in other areas is also better than the average dog. Hmm … What did Hermione say … Oh!
It's slightly higher than the average police dog! "
Lupin almost laughed out loud. It seemed that Siris was really good at pretending to be a dog. It didn't arouse Harry's suspicion at all.
Newt touched his chin. "It sounds like an ordinary stray dog … But when I saw it on TV, I felt that there was something in its eyes that didn't belong to an animal. I have to see it with my own eyes …"
"Big Black's eyes are really beautiful. If you really want to see it …" Harry looked around. "Eh?
It was here just now … "
"Big Black!" Harry started to call for Big Black. Oh no, did it get lost?
Madeline pointed in the direction of the road sign. "I saw the dog walking in that direction."
Newt quickly got up and walked in the direction Madeline was pointing. He looked around and there was no trace of the black dog.
Lupin noticed this and was inexplicably relieved. He didn't want Siris to be found because he already felt that there was more to the matter between Siris and Pettigrew. Before the matter was clarified, Lupin didn't want Siris to be imprisoned back in Azkaban.
Anna was also relieved. Fortunately, Siris ran fast enough. Otherwise, there would be more trouble if Newt caught him.
Dumbledore approached Anna, raised his white eyebrows and asked quietly, "What's so special about the stray dog your mother raised?"
"Nothing, Headmaster Dumbledore," Anna answered quietly and quickly.
"It's a black dog." After a second, she added, "By the way, when my mother found the dog, I was in Hogwarts. I don't know anything about it. It has nothing to do with me. Although it's a pet at home, I'm the last one to know."
Dumbledore felt that Anna was unusually talkative. He looked at Lupin's expression and then at Harry and sighed. "I hope you know what you're doing." He already had a guess in his mind.
"We know very well, Headmaster." Anna nodded. "But I've always believed that dogs are loyal and will not betray people easily."
Dumbledore thought of Anna's uniqueness. "She knows that Tonks is Maggus in disguise, and she knows the spell to open the secret passage. She has always warned us that Voldemort will come back … Could it be that she predicted something this time?"
"If you can find a way to prove it," Dumbledore stroked his beard. "While Ms. Millison Bagno is still the Head of the Ministry of Magic, we can ask the Ministry of Magic to investigate again and restore the glory of the loyal hound. But if there's no way to prove it, then it's a pity. I have to send it back to its cage."
"We'll prove it, Headmaster Dumbledore. Please give me some time." Anna wanted to tell Dumbledore that Peter Pettigrew was the pet rat that was now with Percy. But she suddenly realized that if she arrested Scabby now, a lot of things would change in the future. Perhaps Voldemort's most frequently used servant would directly become Barty Crouch Jr. That would be terrible.
Compared to the handsome, crazy, and powerful Barty Crouch Jr., Anna would rather deal with the slightly inferior Peter Pettigrew. The best situation would be to have Pettigrew under her control.
Pettigrew was a key factor in Voldemort's resurrection. He would have a lot of scenes in the future plot. In order to not cause too much change in the known future, Anna decided to observe Scabby closely after they returned.
But first, she had to tell Percy that rats carried a lot of viruses and could not be placed on a pillow.
Ron said that Scabby liked to sleep on Percy's pillow. Anna had goosebumps just thinking about it.
This kind of rat-like uncle who slept on a little boy's pillow was really perverted. Anna did not like Scabby.
Newt looked around with his hands on his waist. Everyone thought that he was out of ideas, but in fact, they had underestimated a big boss who often tracked magical animals. "Oh ho ho ho, I haven't used this trick for a long time."
Newt took out his wand. "Trace — Show Yourself!"
He pointed the end of his wand at his mouth, lowered his center of gravity and spun in a circle. He blew out some golden powder from his wand.
The powder fell to the ground and formed golden footprints one after another. "Not this … These are goblin footprints … and not this … lame man …" Newt muttered as he searched carefully on the ground.
Anna and Lupin frowned at the same time. They did not expect the big boss to be so good at tracking. Sirius was in a bad situation.
Harry and Madesti were purely excited. "That's amazing!"
Adams pointed at a footprint on the ground. "Found it, Mr. Newt. It should be this footprint."
"Very good." Newt nodded and turned around to invite Dumbledore and the others. "Professor Dumbledore, do you want to follow this black dog with us?"
"It's an honor to join you." Dumbledore nodded under Anna's gaze. He had promised Anna that he would give her time to prove her dog's loyalty. Before that, he had to make sure that the dog would not be accidentally locked in a cage.
He sighed quietly and felt a little helpless. Today was really a lively day in the 'peaceful life of the elderly.'
He had rescued Harry, met an old acquaintance, and now he had to follow them to look for a 'magical animal.' It was like he had returned to the days when he was in his twenties.
What Dumbledore did not know was that the days to come would be even more lively.