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Chapter 370, Section 368: In the Fairy Tale Workshop

Hermione.

Sheen greeted them with a slight smile, his expression not much different from the people beside him.

"Didn't you go to Iphamoni? Good heavens!"

Hermione ran over, followed by Neville, who was panting heavily.

"This is Master Scamander—when did you return? How come you're with Master Scamander?"

What's your relationship? Good heavens, when do you ever go out without causing a huge commotion?

Hermione kept firing off questions like a machine gun.

Neville, curious, also quietly stretched his neck.

Hermione's words made Sheehan think for a moment, and he realized that they had broken at least one hundred laws of the Ministry of Magic this time.

Unauthorized use of the Seamless Extension Spell, using a fire dragon to pull a cart, and unauthorized cross-border crossings —

"I am learning the Seamless Extension Charm from Mr. Scamander."

Sheen tapped the Wizard's Book and answered.

Soon, the Wizard's Book unfolded layer by layer, revealing a wooden door, a spacious wooden cabin, a warm fireplace, and snow-covered hills and forests visible through bright windows.

"What?!"

Hermione screamed in shock.

When a gray-skinned, three-foot-tall, goblin-like creature bowed to her, she felt her vision go black and she was about to faint.

"Are there any other laws or regulations you haven't violated?"

After she finished speaking, Mr. Scamander couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Theseus used to ask him the same question.

"You've brought back a fairy! That's absolutely forbidden in England!"

Hermione was anxious.

"As for fairies, that's fine—Pukchi isn't a magical creature, and as a human," as long as entry is approved, going to any country is legal.

Newt explained in a low voice.

"But, but—"

His words made Hermione, who respected the Master of Fantastic Beasts, somewhat embarrassed to refute him, but after a few seconds, Hermione stubbornly asked again, "Are goblins human?"

Clearly, Hermione had read many books in the year or so since she enrolled at Hogwarts, but she still hadn't had time to learn about such obscure knowledge as the distinction between humans and animals.

"Heh—there are many stories behind this. Come with me, okay? The Fairy Tale Corner is closing."

Newt's smile spread from the corners of his mouth to his entire face.

"Fairy Tale Corner —"

Hermione repeated it in surprise.

"Oh, I should have guessed."

Hermione certainly knew the allure of cookies that could transform into magical creatures to a master of magical creatures who had dedicated her life to studying them.

As they walked along the cobblestone path, Hermione looked up at Master Scamander, then quietly asked Sheehan.

"You've always kept things from us. If you're willing to explain, I'd like to know how you found Mr. Scamander?"

Hermione followed Sheehan and noticed that Mr. Scamander was holding a special gilded parchment and always looked at Sheehan with a peculiar gaze.

Unfortunately, young wizards often fail to notice these things.

"Mr. Scamander is an honorary professor at Ifamoni."

Sheen responded.

"That's quite surprising. So—what's your relationship with Mr. Scamander?"

Hermione seemed to hold it in for a while, but finally couldn't help asking.

If Sheen's identity hadn't been exposed, she didn't believe Mr. Scamander would teach the Unseen Extension Charm to just anyone.

These words silenced Sheen. Mr. Scamander had been teaching him diligently all along, even taking an extra class and staying a few extra days in Iphamony for this purpose.

Sheen knew that this had nothing to do with fairytale cookies.

So, to whom would Mr. Scamander be so loyal?

It's really hard to guess.

Sheen's gaze drifted to the distant Hogwarts, where in the headmaster's office, an elderly wizard with white hair was wisely gazing out the window.

"I think little Grimm is the most talented little wizard I have ever taught."

Newt seemed to have overheard their conversation, and he explained.

Of course, she is also a very similar, interesting little wizard who treats magical creatures as companions.

Before Hermione could be surprised again, they had already arrived at the entrance of the Fairy Tale House.

Today is naturally business day, but they seem to have arrived too late; there are hardly any people left in the shop.

But that's the advantage of Fairy Tale Fairy's invitation system: each cookie is numbered and distributed accordingly. For example, if ten cookies are sold to only five wizards, with two cookies for each wizard, then all five wizards are guaranteed to get one.

A large Christmas tree stood in the shop, adorned with glittering icicles, twinkling with dozens of candles, and topped with several glowing letters:

XG.

Meanwhile, voices could be heard coming from inside the shop: "This shop in Diagon Alley has the best magical items, but unfortunately, they only sell two kinds of cookies—a dragon cookie and an owl cookie—which is really sad."

A wizard wearing a tall hat remarked.

"That Merlin is the one whose share you've used up, you idiot."

The witch who was with him said it bluntly.

"Lisa—you always break my heart."

The wizard in the top hat feigned heartbreak.

The witch ignored him, and a phantom appeared and disappeared.

Such scenes often occur in the store, but the acting store manager always has a serious face; it is said that no one has ever seen him smile.

"Dear Mr. Green—"

Just then, Quirrell spotted Sheen and exclaimed in surprise as an apparition appeared before Sheen.

He seemed oblivious to everyone else until Sheehan walked into the store first. Only then did he lower his eyes and look at the remaining two: "Mr. Scamander, please know that my husband has extended a new invitation for you, allowing you to purchase unlimited Fairy Tale Cookies."

He then turned to Hermione.

"Miss Granger, we meet again. You may go in now. However, apart from Mr. Scamander, today's quota is sold out. Next time, you'll have to come earlier."

He rarely made a joke about Hermione, who had once fought against Voldemort.

"May I come next time?!"

Hermione was pleasantly surprised.

"Of course, why not?"

More than a year of lying low almost made Quirrell forget that he was once a talented and humorous wizard.

"Thank you, Professor."

Hermione went inside.

Quirrell was taken aback by the title. He looked at Hermione and chuckled softly.

At the doorway, Newt's eyes shone brightly, as if he knew some inside information.

"Charmander—is this from Norbert?"

Does the "bowlegs" originate from the bowlegs on your body?

Horse vulture—I once saw you riding on it—

Well, I should have come sooner. Everything here is so interesting—there's even a cookie that transforms into a cat's whiskers, an owl's wings, and a dragon's claws!

Hermione looked around under the Christmas tree, her voice rising along with the crackling of the fireplace.