Chapter 501: Chapter 152: The Weight of the Crown, and Upheaval!
"I think he’s quite normal, well-mannered, polite, and kind-hearted, and definitely not like Voldemort’s disguise. I can sense whether soone’s enthusiasm is genuine or not."
"Don’t forget, to , humans are also a type of Fantastic Beast." Newt Scamander’s tone remained confident, clearly very assured in his talent in this area.
"Yes, you’re right, but precisely because of that... I said that little guy’s way of thinking is different from ours." Nicolas Flal looked deeply at Newt Scamander. He hesitated a mont but still didn’t say the words, how do you know that little wizard is human.
"Perhaps you have so prejudice here. I always thought you understood that there are no odd-tempered people in this world, only narrow-minded views and opinions."
This was perhaps the most Newt Scamander had ever said in this lifeti.
Just as he was about to continue his rambling.
"He raises Dentors."
Nicolas Flal suddenly threw out a sentence.
Instantly stopping Newt Scamander’s words.
"What? Did you just say Dentors, right? We didn’t hear it wrong, did we?" Tina and Queenie were startled, their eyes wider than copper bells.
"He even trains Dentors to brew magic potions for him, tailor new clothes, and he has a Phoenix whose screech is terrifying, doesn’t eat precious herbs but instead feeds on the souls of Dark Wizards."
Nicolas Flal continued with another sentence, "Oh, by the way, recently he dug up sothing unknown from soone else’s tomb and secretly kept it in the Room of Requirent."
"That tomb is at least a few thousand years old; what do you think he dug out from there?" Nicolas Flal’s words were even more shocking to the three elders opposite him.
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Newt Scamander and his wife and sister-in-law all expressed their shock. Especially Newt Scamander, who thought saying he raised Fantastic Beasts was humble enough.
Who would have thought?
Who could have imagined!
That seemingly harmless little wizard was truly humble! Calling raising Dentors and Ghosts ’little guys,’ he finally understood why the little wizard needed to custom-design a dark environnt for his suitcase!
It turns out because he raises genuinely spooky stuff!
"I admit I spoke a bit loudly earlier, turns out I’m the narrow-minded one." Newt Scamander had truly grasped the situation.
Yet.
He still found it hard to accept that anyone would raise those things! For a mont, Newt Scamander seed to finally comprehend how others perceived him in the past.
"Did you say he dug up Hourglass Sand from a grave?" Suddenly, Tina seed to have thought of sothing and blurted out, asking Nicolas Flal.
"He didn’t tell you? He dug up rlin’s tomb." Nicolas Flal seed firmly convinced that only from rlin’s tomb could you repeatedly unearth so many incredible treasures.
"!!!!"
"!!!!!"
"!!!!!!"
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This ti.
It was more than astonishnt.
Utterly dumbfounded and terrified.
"He even said that in the future he wants to establish the first Grave Digger family in the Wizarding World, from him onwards, generation after generation." Nicolas Flal truly revealed every detail about Ian.
"Oh no!"
Queenie suddenly turned pale as she listened.
"What’s wrong?"
Newt Scamander’s reaction was notably slow.
"I need to go ho to move my husband’s grave!" Without another word, Queenie turned and ran. It seed if she hesitated a mont longer, she’d co ho to find the burial site in ruins.
"What happened to her?"
Nicolas Flal looked confused at the two young ones remaining in the office.
"She exposed to Mr. Prince that she buried many treasures with Jacob’s grave." Tina replied to Nicolas Flal, trying not to laugh.
"I think when Mr. Prince warned us to be cautious about graves spawning unwanted things, perhaps he was hinting no one understands grave robbers better than him?"
Tina didn’t really think Ian would explore their holand to dig up Queenie’s husband’s grave; Queenie was just too worried and didn’t think through so very simple considerations.
If he really intended to dig.
Would he still remind you?
Wouldn’t that be essentially issuing a challenge?
How could such a good-looking little wizard be so wicked? Raising so strange dark creatures isn’t particularly bad; didn’t her husband also have quirky interests?
"Oh, so that’s it, there’s no harm in moving the grave, better safe than sorry." Nicolas Flal wasn’t too trusting of Ian’s morality and self-restraint.
Would a normal wizard dare dig up rlin’s tomb?
"Look, I reminded her before not to put stuff in the grave, didn’t I prove my point?" Newt Scamander had his focus clearly elsewhere.
"You didn’t an it like that."
Tina exasperatedly patted her husband’s cheek.
"Actually, Queenie doesn’t need to worry too much. I think this very generous little wizard won’t be interested in your family’s grave anyti soon."
Nicolas Flal turned and tidied up his desk, storing away the High Tower Magic Rune research he had been doing into the drawer and setting up a few tea sets on the desk.
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