HP: For a better world

Chapter 39 To Ms. Luna Lovegood

"Crow, Crow, can you fly slowly? Croe can see your wings..."

(Crow, crow, can you fly slowly? Crow, crow, we see your wings over the treetops)

[Note: the tune of Les Miserables look down]

Winster quietly came out from behind the garden. Luna was singing, and her clear voice spread over the treetops.

What is she singing? Winster crossed the cobblestone path, holding his book.

Crack, a branch was broken by stepping on it.

"Bringing a farewell message...Winster?" Luna stopped humming when she heard the sound and turned around: "Oh, you are here, do you think I just sang Black Wings or just Wings?" She jumped off the stone chair happily.

"I think they're all good... I just got up and saw the letter you sent me by owl. I hope I'm not late..." Winster said apologetically.

He rarely wore a velvet cloak. It was chilly in the early December morning, and frost was still condensing on the window sills. Although it was not bad to always wear a college robe, this was an early Christmas gift from someone.

"Oh, yes! Thank you for helping me find the letter before." Luna chirped, "Remember the letter you asked me to send to Mr. Scamander?" She said with a smile, with her hands behind her back.

"Of course." Winster looked at her puzzledly: "...You also said that you would share the reply with me...wait, what do you mean?" Winster's eyes widened slightly.

"Yes! I received it." Luna's eyes curved, and she pulled out a letter from her hat that was exactly the same as the one Winster picked up, but she just opened the envelope.

Luna picked up the letter wrapped in brown paper, took it out and handed it to Winster.

Winster took it.

[To Ms. Luna Lovegood:

Dear Zhan Xinjia, I am sorry to disappoint you. I opened the letter privately and wrote a reply.

I am not Mr. Newt Scamander, but one of his obscure descendants.

The reason I took the liberty to write to you is that when we were sorting out the fan mail, that is, the night your letter arrived, I saw the photo you sent along with the letter.]

Winster twisted the two photos that were stacked together with the letter paper with his fingers.

One photo is still, capturing a rhino horn with a faint glow on the bone-white bottom. A snowflake slowly falls, soaking the photo.

This was the first time that Winster had seen the horn of Luna's "Crumple-Horned Snorklein" with his own eyes. He had only seen a written description of it in "Harry Potter" before and knew that it was very dangerous.

The other photo was dynamic, showing a young man with brown curly hair and freckles on his face stroking a cute animal that looked like a giant rhino. It had a glowing curved horn like the one in Luna's photo, and looked exactly like the illustration of the Erumpent in the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them". There was also a smaller cub next to it, running and jumping around the young man with its horn on its head. At the end of the photo, a jealous invisible beast broke in, grabbed his shoulders and pulled his curly hair.

Winster continued reading:

[This is a very dangerous magical animal, the poisonous horn beast, whose horns can pierce everything, from skin to metal. There is also a deadly liquid in the horn that will make any object injected with this venom explode. Even if the main body has been stripped away, it will cause a strong explosion when it is hit.

Because of this characteristic, they were on the verge of extinction in the last half century. It was not until my grandfather Newt, after more than 20 years of hard work, finally found a way to make a female Erumpentine pregnant without killing another male Erumpentine. The baby Erumpentine in the photo is its child.]

Winster saw that the word [collision] was crossed out and [slight] was added again, and the sentence became [A slight collision can also cause a strong explosion].

The Luna family had nailed such dangerous things to the walls of their house. Winster thought of the explosion that would help Harry in the future.

It seems that many wizards have a hard time noticing the dangers they encounter in life. They downplay them and don't care.

Like Ron Weasley's family, and also like Luna.

[As for my grandfather, the famous magical animal conservationist Newt Scamander. He has been invited to Hogwarts to discuss some issues. Because of my grandfather's love for magical animals, our family is very knowledgeable about various magical animals and knows the horror of the horns of the poisonous horns. We don't want to see wizards who don't know much about this die because of the deception of poachers. If you need to deal with it, please reply to contact.

[In addition: Ms. Lovegood, regarding the Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller you mentioned, I regret to inform you that the following photos contain photos of the Erumpenthorn. You can see that the Erumpenthorn's appearance is completely different from your description. However, we still cannot guarantee that there is no such magical animal in the world. If you have more information, please continue to contact us. We look forward to your reply.]

Rolf Scamander, letter dated October 10

—Sincerely, A Fantastic Animal Lover]

It was like seeing a shy young man.

But Mr. Newt has been invited to Hogwarts? Winster's eyes lit up.

"Thank you, Luna, this is really important good news!" Winston couldn't help but hold Luna's hand and shook it a few times. "I have to go find Hagrid, he needs this news! See you later!" He let go of her hand, walked a few steps quickly towards Hagrid's hut, then stopped and walked back.

Luna was shaking her head happily, and one of her carrot earrings was dancing with it.

"Haven't you found your carrot earrings yet?" he asked, raising his wand to see if the Summoning Charm could help Luna find her lost items - if they hadn't been lost too far or too long.

Luna's eyes widened slightly, which made her expression, which could easily be interpreted as surprise, even more obvious. "It is on a great Gryffindor adventure," she said seriously, "Don't disturb its journey. When its adventure is over, it will come back to me."

"Oh... well, I hope its journey will be complete soon. I think its companions can't wait for its return."

The lonely carrot earring jumped twice as Luna moved, as if in agreement.

"Again, if you need help, come find me in the activity room in the foyer. See you later."

"See you later." Luna's light golden hair disappeared in the fine snow.

Hagrid's hut came into view. The snow had gotten heavier, and the world was covered in silver.

Winster ran up to the cottage, flung open the door and shouted joyfully:

"Ah——"

Hermione sat by the warm stove, and Hagrid was holding a copper kettle and pouring scented tea into the small cup in front of her.

"-Ah...Hagrid." Winston cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Good morning."

Hagrid straightened up. "Good morning, Winster. Your new cloak is very nice. Come in, it's snowing outside."

"Oh, thank you. I like this cloak too." Winster said as he stepped into the threshold and shook off the snow on his body.

Hermione looked over with a cup of tea in hand: Winster was wearing a velvet cloak today, the whole thing was black, the neck was as dazzling white as snow, it rested softly on his cheeks, bringing out the smile in his eyes. The color was very common, but the merchant made it look luxurious, it was a little long and dragged down, but it wouldn't fall to the ground. It matched Winster's blue eyes very well.

"It suits your eyes, Winster, like a sparkling lake."

Winster smiled and curved his blue eyes: "Thank you for praising Hermione. You look much better today."

He walked to the table and sat down.

Hagrid poured him a cup of scented tea with a smile, then sat down in another large armchair.

The chair held on firm without even a creak, and it looked like it could hold on under Hagrid's butt for a long time.

"Have you heard the good news, Hagrid?"

There was a large piece of rock cake on the table, which should be Hagrid's breakfast.

Hagrid reached out and grabbed a bone chopping knife from the side. Forgive Winster, he had never seen a kitchen knife with such a thick blade. With his shallow understanding of cooking, this knife looked exactly like a bone chopping knife.

Hagrid raised the blade - Winston and Hermione couldn't help but lean back - and chopped it off. With a crisp sound, ... the sound of stone cracking, Hagrid cut off a piece of rock cake and placed it on the plate in front of Hermione.

"...I, I don't need it, Hagrid!" Winston broke out in a cold sweat. "I've already eaten. This is your breakfast, Hagrid. You don't have to share it with us. Really. Really." He waved his hands quickly.

Hagrid stopped to give the second rock cake to Winston with regret.

Today's rock cake seemed to have been baked for too long, and it had completely lost... er, lost. Winster swallowed his saliva - Hagrid picked up the rock cake and put it in his mouth, "crunch, crunch". Winster saw Hagrid bite the rock cake with a toothache, and the sound sounded like a pile of gravel being chewed and ground by a guillotine. Hermione also had a toothache on her face, and she didn't dare to touch the rock cake in front of her.

"It seems to be a little overbaked. It's a bit hard." Hagrid muttered as he chewed and used one hand to catch the crumbs. "It's a bit like a biscuit." But Hagrid's outstretched hand was completely useless. The crumbs, which were not sure whether they were stones or something else, fell all over his beard without leaving any.

"Oh, Winster, what's the good news? You look so happy." Hermione asked loudly.

"It's Newt Scamander!" When Winster mentioned this, he was so happy that he forgot about Hagrid's scary rock cake: "Newt Scamander from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them! Hagrid, is he here to help Buckbeak?" Winster looked at Hagrid with sparkling eyes, like a child seeing candy. Hermione's eyes lit up at the same time.

Hagrid couldn't help laughing. "Ah yes, good news. Mr. Scamander is communicating with the Ministry of Magic. He is one of the people in the world who loves those cute animals the most - I mean, except me." Hagrid grinned.

"That's great, Hagrid," said Hermione. "I was worried you wouldn't be able to get over it."

"No, no... I have so many of you... so many friends supporting me, and also Dumbledore. What's the use of Malfoy and the others being so arrogant?" Hagrid said optimistically. In addition, his Bowtruckle in class was widely welcomed. Now the vague dark clouds that had always shrouded Hagrid's face in the past few months have all dissipated.

He happily took out a bunch of food to treat Winston and Hermione. Fortunately, a large part of the food was candy from Honeydukes, liquorice wands, fizzing honey candies, and sugar quills! It looked delicious.

"What good news." After leaving Hagrid's hut, Hermione said to Winston while holding a bunch of candies that Hagrid had stuffed in. "I thought Buckbeak would be executed directly. Look at Malfoy's smug look, as if everything had already been settled."

Winster shrugged. The snow had stopped and the sky was filled with sunshine after a long absence. He walked side by side with her towards the castle: "There are no classes tomorrow, Hermione. Are you going to Hogsmeade?"

Hermione blinked, "Oh yes, do you want me to bring you something delicious? I guess you haven't tried butterbeer yet?"

"Oh, oh no thanks Hermione, there's a club activity this afternoon, do you want to come?"

Hermione bit her lower lip. "...But, but I don't know them well enough. You guys are all Slytherins...I."

"Okay, Hermione, then wait until you convince Neville to come along... Don't worry, they are the same as me." They walked to the castle and said goodbye. Looking at Winston's cloak from behind, it looked like a crow raising its wings.