Chapter 45 I Witnessed My Own Death (Please Read On)

Seeing it observing furtively, Gret simply took it out of his pocket.

The little guy hid for a while, then gently hugged Gret's fingers.

He rubbed him with the two tender leaves on his head.

It must be said that most of the cubs in nature look very cute.

In addition, the delicate body of the tree-guarding ox somewhat comforted Gret's heart, which was tired from the night attack.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep. Do you plan to play by yourself or sleep with me?"

Gret touched the little guy's leaves and asked curiously.

He didn't know whether the tree-guarding ox was a plant or an animal, and whether it needed sleep.

This creature was introduced in the book "Where are the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" written by Newt.

The book counted the tree-guarding ox as an animal. It usually feeds on insects and guards the trees where it lives. It is the guardian of trees in nature.

Once a logger or a tree repairer tries to destroy its home, this usually shy and gentle creature will muster up the courage and pounce on them angrily.

Because the trees they inhabit are suitable for making wands, wizards will offer them twigs to get the branches they need to make wands.

Bowtruckles look so inconspicuous, so naturally they are not too dangerous in the rating of the Ministry of Magic.

With only two Xs, they are considered beneficial species in the wizarding world, and many wizards tame them as their pets.

They can also be seen in the Magical Animals Shop in Diagon Alley, but as a hot commodity, they are usually sold out by wizards who love them within a few days after they arrive.

Facing Gret's inquiry, the shy nature of the little guy came out again, and he ran to the head of the bed.

With a light jump, he came to the desk and held the wand on the desk tightly.

Green light emerged from his body and slowly wrapped the wand.

Not long after the little guy was born, he was slender and could just shrink himself into the gap of the vine wood.

Only the two buds that emerged slightly trembled slightly with the light.

Gret believed that if others didn't look carefully, they would probably think that his wand had sprouted.

As Gret turned off the lights, the faint light surrounding the wand also silently converged, and it stopped weakening until it was sure that it would not affect his sleep.

However, the little guy obviously didn't think about how a wizard could let the wand leave him too far away.

Gret groped in the dark, reached out and took down his grapevine wand, and placed it safely beside his pillow.

The light that circulated like breathing suddenly stopped for a moment.

It was not until it was confirmed that Gret had no other movements that the wand was nurtured again and again.

Unfortunately, no one noticed that Gret's mouth corners were slightly curved, and he gently uttered good night.

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"Good morning, Mrs. Tina, do you need my help?"

The next day, Gret got up very early, tidied himself up, and walked into the kitchen.

"No, Gret, just sit at the dining table. I'll prepare it soon.

Do you want milk or mushroom soup for breakfast?"

"Mrs. Tina, milk is fine."

Tina nodded, "Yes, it's better for the little wizard to drink more milk to grow tall. Our Rolf is almost worrying me to death. He tries every means to secretly pour out the milk in the cup every day.

Oh, Rolf Scamander, the name of our little grandson."

Gret nodded. He had a vague impression of this name. In the original world line, he seemed to get together with the crazy girl Luna.

I don't know if it's because there is a little guest at home, but Mrs. Tina prepared a really rich breakfast.

Gret saw it from Newt's expression. His eyes were wide open, as if he was complaining to Tina.

More than a dozen plates, under the command of Mrs. Tina, danced to the dining table one by one with steps similar to flamenco dance steps.

Iberian black pork ham slices, South African Perry roast chicken, fragrant and sweet Tree Peak honey, sizzling Burgundy Charolais steak...

"Tina, there are only three of us." Newt expressed his opinion cautiously.

Mrs. Tina raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong with three people? Just because you can't eat doesn't mean Grete can't eat. The little wizard needs nutrition the most.

Usually, it's your fault for spoiling Rolf, so he grows so thin."

After talking about Newt, Tina turned her head to Grete and said kindly, "Grete, just eat. If it's not enough, I'll make more."

Grete wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and complained silently in his heart, "Mrs. Tina, according to your feeding method, if Mr. Newt doesn't stop you, I guess your grandson will develop horizontally."

But he still said obediently, "Mrs. Tina, the food you cook is very delicious. It's the best thing I've ever eaten.

Thank you very much for your hospitality, but I still hope you can take care of yourself. It's still very tiring to cook so much food.

In fact, Dr. Scamander is right. The three of us can't eat so much."

Tina accepted all of Grete's compliments, and her eyes were full of kind smiles.

"It's okay, I'm not tired, you eat more."

It seems that Tina missed her grandson because he couldn't accompany the two old people on vacation.

After dinner, Tina stopped Grete from helping to clean the table.

With a wave of the wand, all the cups, plates and bowls flew into the kitchen obediently, and they jumped into the sink one by one to wash themselves clean.

"Newt, didn't you say yesterday that you would take Gret to visit the city today? Go quickly, and remember to come back for lunch."

Under the urging of the mistress of the courtyard, the old and the young dressed neatly and left the village far away from the city.

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Under the clear blue sky, the breeze blew, and the two wizards stood on the roadside.

When leaving the courtyard, Newt told Gret that Apparition was too uncomfortable.

Anyway, they were not in a hurry, so they took him to see the public transportation of American wizards.

He also vowed that he would be surprised.

Gret was aroused by Newt's curiosity. He wanted to see what the comfortable and fast transportation method Newt mentioned was.

Newt stood on the roadside, stretched the uneven oak wand to the sky, and after a while, a black shadow appeared in the distant sky.

After just a few blinks, a four-wheeled carriage with a black exterior appeared in front of the two.

Newt blinked, as if trying to see the shock in Grete's eyes.

But obviously, he was disappointed.

In Grete's eyes, the Thestral with a dragon head and a horse body was so majestic, with a black body and a pair of broad and tough wings on its back, which retracted steadily to its side after landing.

Looking closer, the Thestral had no flesh on its body, and the black fur was tightly attached to the skeleton, and every bone was clearly visible.

The pupilless eyes on the dragon head were white, staring at the two wizards waiting for the car.

"Can you see it?" Newt's eyes were full of shock.

"Yes, I can, this is a Thestral." Grete said firmly, "I have seen death with my own eyes."

Newt then remembered Grete's origin, which was mentioned in Dumbledore's letter, the orphanage.

What are the most common things in the orphanage? In addition to the children who are forced to abandon because their families cannot afford to support them, there are more abandoned babies with various incurable diseases.

Newt touched Gret's head sadly, "Sorry, Gret, I forgot..."

Before he could finish the rest of the words, Gret comforted him, "It's okay, Dr. Scamander, I've gotten used to it."

In fact, it was different from what Newt thought. The first death he saw had nothing to do with the children in the orphanage. The death he saw came from himself.

No one knows these things, and he doesn't plan to tell anyone. After all, he has no connection with his previous life now.

His current identity is just Gret, a first-year wizard in Ravenclaw, McGret.

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Small theater

Newt: Oh my god, Dumbledore, I seem to have mentioned something that I shouldn't have mentioned. Gret won't become a pursuer of immortality because of what I said, right?

Dumbledore:? ? ? Newt, I, I really am~

Voldemort: Well done, Mr. Newt, are you interested in working with me? I think you are suitable to help me with the psychological counseling of the Death Eaters.

Gretel: The thoughts of adult wizards are messy, and they only know how to imagine others all day long. I declare again that immortality is useless to me. I just want to live a wonderful life.