Chapter 5 Salamander

Under Hermione's death gaze, the whole carriage was silent.

Even Lev held his breath and lay quietly on Neville's thighs, not daring to eat freeze-dried food secretly, for fear of angering this somewhat irritable witch.

"It's okay, you can laugh if you want, I... I'm not angry!"

Hermione's voice suddenly became particularly gentle, she pursed her lips and showed a sweet smile, but there was no smile in her eyes that narrowed into crescents.

Witches are magical creatures, and their words are obviously not to be taken seriously, especially in such a black-bellied form.

But Neville didn't know that people's hearts are sinister and the world is going downhill, he really laughed foolishly.

Rolf sighed slightly, Shirley gently supported his forehead, and even Lev looked at his master as if he was looking at a fool.

Hermione's face really changed at the speed of light, she jumped up, holding the magic wand and playing a "crazy stick method", hitting Neville repeatedly in pain, he had to hold Lev on his round head to offset the damage.

(Rivet: Quack, quack?)

Rolf was horrified. A little witch of this age was really not easy to mess with. This system allowed him to capture, train, and tame her... Train your grandmother's legs!

The boy was still secretly glad that he had held back his laughter, but Hermione turned her head and stared at him and said:

"Although you don't smile on your face, I know you must be laughing at me in your heart!"

"..." You little bitch, you really want to ignore the facts, right? !

Seeing Hermione rushing over, Rolf pressed her smooth forehead with one hand, letting the girl move her hands and feet randomly. 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 hit two big front teeth? Why are you gloating?

I'm not criticizing you, we are all classmates, don't you have any sympathy?!"

Neville: "..."

"I'll fight you!" Hermione was angry and embarrassed. She was probably a puppy, and she opened her mouth to bite. Rolf immediately retracted his palm, leaving her empty.

Without the support of her arms, the girl leaned too far forward, staggered, and suddenly rushed forward, falling hard into Rolf's arms.

"..."

Rolf raised the French military salute and shouted innocently, "I didn't touch her... I didn't touch her... Everyone is watching..."

Hermione's face flushed red. She stood up and panted to smooth her messy hair. She glared at Rolf with murderous intent and then sat back in her seat.

Shirley lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She whispered, "It's all my fault. I didn't remind you that the bread was hard."

She grew up in a distant monastery. In order to catch the train, she set off two days in advance. Although the bread would not go bad, it would become hard after being left for a long time.

"It's okay!" Hermione raised a warm arc at the corner of her mouth and waved her hand generously:

"I've eaten French baguettes before, which are harder than this... It is said that they use baguettes as weapons when they march."

Rolf glanced at Hermione in surprise. Although the little girl was fierce, she was very considerate of others' self-esteem.

After the quarrel, the four people began to actively devote themselves to the great cause of eating, and collected chocolate frog pictures by the way.

Rove casually opened a chocolate frog and picked up the picture card. He saw an old wizard on it. He held a strange-shaped wand in his hand, and suddenly shot out a large ball of green light, and then laughed.

He turned to the back again, and the picture card had the wizard's life written on it:

"Godlot, the most dangerous black wizard in modern times, is considered a "disgusting person". He wrote "The Most Toxic Magic" and promoted the study of black magic.

Godlot used his son Hereward to do magic research, and was eventually locked up in the cellar of his home by his son Hereward, and died tragically there..."

What a loving father and filial son!

Rove glanced at the life story and threw the picture card to the energetic Hermione and Shirley.

Rove was not interested in collecting chocolate pictures. Neville himself came from a wizard family and had been collecting for many years, so he was not short of pictures at all.

The two girls were very active, especially Shirley, who heard that sets of pictures could be sold for money.

Happy times are always short, as if there is a magic that takes away time invisibly.

The fields passing by the car window became more and more desolate. As the farmland disappeared, large forests, winding rivers and dark green hills followed.

The carriage gradually became quiet.

Shirley held her cheeks with both hands and stared at the scenery in the distance. Her slender ponytail passed over her shoulders and hung in front of her body, swaying gently in the wind.

Hermione snatched a travelogue from Rolf, introducing the Fire Dragon Reserve in Romania. The girl was absorbed in reading it, sometimes excited and sometimes excited.

Rolf leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and continued to doze off with his head tilted. When his head tilted to a certain extent, the tree protector sitting on his shoulder would quietly straighten it, and then continue to tilt.

At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded in the carriage.

The sudden cry frightened the Bowtruckle so much that it trembled. It quickly crawled into Rolf's arms and uttered a "whining" cry.

Hermione had just opened a wine-soaked jam pudding and took two bites. She was frightened and shuddered suddenly. Her expression was a little dull, and then she burped twice in succession.

She seemed to be choked and quickly straightened her chest. Shirley, who was habitually reaching for a baseball bat, immediately reached out and slapped Hermione's flat chest hard, and the girl finally recovered her breath.

Everyone looked at Neville, and he cried, "Ralph... is gone!"

After Hermione calmed down, she said unhappily: "I thought Goyle and Crabbe were bringing people to cause trouble again!"

"Will he hide in a corner of the carriage?" Shirley reminded.

"Probably not. Lev has escaped from me many times. Every time I don't see him, he has run away from home." Neville said anxiously: "He probably doesn't like me hugging him when I sleep."

"..."

You hug the cat when others are sucking it, and you still cling to it when you sleep... No wonder Lev wants to run away.

Seeing Neville was very anxious, Hermione and Shirley helped check the carriage and searched for Lev.

Rolf didn't get up. He whispered to comfort the frightened Bowtruckle and listened for a while.

Bowtruckle stood on the boy's shoulder, grabbed a strand of golden hair hanging from his temples with his arm, and whispered softly to his ear.

Rolf nodded slightly, raised his head and said, "Don't look for him, Groot told me that Lev sneaked out when the door was opened before."

"You can communicate with the Bowtruckle?" Hermione widened her eyes, her face full of surprise.

"Yes, but it's limited to this Bowtruckle." Rolf explained.

He can communicate with every animal that is 100% domesticated, but this kind of communication is with the help of the system... Rolf doesn't know the language of the Bowtruckle.

But Hermione and the others didn't know this. They looked at Rolf and felt that the boy was very powerful, worthy of being the grandson of Newt Scamander!

The Bowtruckle named Groot was watched by so many people. It put its fingers on its cheek, a little shy, swayed its body slightly, and quickly got into Rolf's collar.

Neville looked at Rolf and said anxiously, "What should we do? The train is so big, where can we find Lev?"

"This is easy." Rolf whistled.

A moment later, a red flame lizard jumped out of the small black suitcase like lightning and circled around the boy happily.

"Salamander?!" Hermione shouted excitedly.

Rolf grabbed the salamander and put it on his shoulder. The lizard, which was emitting heat all over its body, stretched out its head and rubbed the boy's cheek enthusiastically.

"The name of this salamander is Fire Kiss. ​​It can help find the location of Leif."

Rolf took out a fragrant red pill from his pocket. The salamander quickly ate it and made a happy cry.

"Rolf, what did you feed it?" Shirley asked.

"Pills made of hot peppers. Salamanders are born in flames and feed on flames. They cannot survive without flames." Rolf explained.

"But if you feed the fire lizard pepper regularly, it will be able to escape from the flames for a short time. The hotter the pepper, the longer it can escape. Of course, it cannot exceed six hours at most."

Several people were thoughtful. In just half a day, they learned a lot of knowledge from Luo Fu that was not in the textbooks.

Luo Fu stretched out a finger, flicked the scarlet head of his beloved pet, and smiled: "Okay, Fire Kiss, go help find Lai Fu."

The fire lizard suddenly opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and then stretched out its tongue and flicked out a ball of flame.

Soon, Fire Kiss jumped from the boy's shoulder to the windowsill, and then jumped to the ground.

Its head was like a radar. After turning around, it glanced at Luo Fu, as if to tell the boy that it had found the target, and then ran away.

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