Settle at Hogwarts

Tabor was too lazy to go to the auditorium to eat, so he simply summoned Duoduo and asked him to get some food for him.

After filling his stomach, Tabor pulled out the already grown cherry from its nest.Putting it on his shoulders, he slowly walked out of the Slytherin lounge, walked through the deserted corridor, and walked to the owl loft on the tower.

There was a thick layer of hay everywhere, and the industrious house elves seemed to have cleaned it not long ago. There was no owl droppings on the ground.

The cold wind outside was mixed with snowflakes, and it was constantly being poured in from the window. Hundreds of owls of different sizes, large and small, stood side by side on the shelf, tilting their heads to look at Tabor, who suddenly broke in. Humanity.

"I need some owls to help me deliver some Christmas presents."

As soon as Tabor opened his mouth, he saw most of the owls falling to the ground with a huff, and forming a circle in front of him, staring at each one with burning eyes and sniffing.

When he entered Newt's box before, Tabor noticed that he seemed to have a special affinity for magical animals, so he was not too surprised by the scene before him.It shouldn’t be too strange that owls that can be trained as messengers have the same characteristics as magical animals!

Selecting a few "little guys" that looked stronger from the owl group, Tabor handed them the Christmas gifts he had prepared, then took out a bag of owl food, opened it, and prepared to leave the owl hut.

This room was still a bit too cold for Tabor, who had no feathers and was only wearing a thin school robe.

"Cuckoo!"

"Poop, poop!"

Feeling that his trousers were being pulled, Tabor turned around strangely and saw the eagle owl he had just selected stretching out its talons and tugging on his trousers, while it kept making unexplained calls. .

"Do you think the reward is too little?" Tabor asked with some confusion, then took out a gold Galleons from his pocket and waved it in front of it.

However, the eagle owl didn't even look at Jin Gallon. When it found that Tabor noticed it, it released its paws, jumped into the haystack on the side, and opened the hay to reveal a stuffed animal inside. Velvet little head.

The strong eagle owl used its claws to dig out the chick from the haystack without mercy, and then scooped it up to Tabor's feet.

The obviously frightened chick made a sharp cry and tried hard to crawl back into the warm grass.

"So, you want to give me your child?" Tabor asked tentatively, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at the golden galleons of cherries in his hand.

"Cuckoo!"

Tabor was very sure that the eagle owl in front of him nodded just now, but the problem was that this was the school's public owl, and he already had a cherry, and he finally didn't have to feed the cherry. Do he have to feed another chick? Is the bird a "daddy"?

Tabor put the little horned owl back into the haystack without hesitation: "I already have cherries, so you should take care of your children by yourself."

The strong eagle owl looked like I don't understand what you are talking about, and once again took out the little eagle owl, rolled it across the stone slab without a straw mat, and stopped at Tabor's feet.

"Jeepee!!!"

Looking at the little eagle owl that had transformed into an angry bird, Tabor couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, wondering if this little guy was the big bird's biological child.

"Tub, are you here to send Christmas gifts too?"

Tubo turned around and looked at Dumbledore who walked into the shed and nodded: "Yes, Professor."

There was a small pile of wrapped gifts floating behind Dumbledore. As soon as he walked to Tubo, he saw the little eagle owl that was still screaming.

"This is Milan's child. A few days ago, the house elf who cleaned the shed came and told me that a new life was born here."

"Is Milan the eagle owl? And professor, I thought you would use Fox to deliver gifts to you!" Tabor pointed to the eagle owl, which still had one of its paws pressed against his shoes.

"Oh, this is Milan. As for Fox, he may be on the verge of nirvana and is getting angry with me!"

Dumbledore said as he accurately placed the floating gifts in front of several owls.Then he squatted down and carefully observed Milan and the screaming chicks.

"Are they like Newt's magical animals again? I want to give you the cub. To be honest, Tabor, your talent is quite strange. Maybe you can learn more about magical animals, magical animals The conservation class seems to be suitable for you."

Tabor thought about it carefully and felt that what Dumbledore said seemed reasonable.In this way, he can come into contact with many magical animals, which means he can get a lot of rare materials and get more gold galleons.Although Tabor is not short of money, who would think that he has too much money?

Shaking his head, Tubo pushed aside all his thoughts. As someone who knew the plot, he knew that Professor Kettleburn would not retire until more than 50 years later!

"Professor, Professor Kettleburn for this course is still very young! Besides, it's too early to say this now."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes: "Actually, Principal Dippet has always wanted to replace Professor Kettleburn. I had recommended Newt to Dippet before, but the principal didn't want Newt to be replaced. The expelled students came back to teach. As for Kettleburn, although he and I are very good friends, he did cause a lot of trouble for the school while he was teaching."

Tabor nodded with some understanding as he thought of the blazing auditorium and the burning smell that had persisted for several months.

Newt is really good at dealing with magical animals, and he is also careful enough, at least it can be seen from the fact that he raised a box of magical animals that were still alive in his old age and had a grandson.Kettleburn, on the other hand, went through many academic probations, and finally had only one arm and half a leg left when Dumbledore became the principal.

"Professor, could you please let Milan put the little guy back first? It's a little cold on the ground." Tabor looked at the chick on the ground, which was shivering from the cold, with some worry.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do about it, Tab. I don't know owl language. And Milan seems to have made up his mind!"

Tabor heard the obvious smile that could not be concealed in Dumbledore's words, and rolled his eyes helplessly: "Professor, this is the school's public owl. As the vice-principal, shouldn't you protect the school's public property?" ?"