Chapter 362： New Fantastic Beast Companions and Fantastic Crowns

Ravenclaw's crown.

Even though he had never seen it before, Sean immediately recognized what the "Messenger" had sent.

The eagle-like creatures covered with golden yellow feathers, with a pair of huge wings, two pairs of small wings, and two lion tails behind the tail feathers are messengers.

Grindelwald brought Thunderbirds with Ravenclaw's crown...

The ptarmigan in front of him, apparently not yet fully grown, had a Ravenclaw crown and a small piece of parchment hanging on its chest.

It was just lying in the vanishing cabinet, slightly crowded, and there seemed to be something under it.

Sean and Thunderbird's eyes met, and the center of the golden iris was a dark oval vertical boy.

He could clearly see the hesitation and panic in the other's eyes - it was obvious that Grindelwald didn't have much patience when dealing with magical animals.

Sean sighed inwardly, smiled and slowly stretched out his hand, while looking steadily at Thunderbird.

Some fretful thunderbirds shook their heads in place, with tiny electric lights flickering back and forth on their feathers.

Thunderbirds are magical creatures so sensitive to supernatural energies that they can send thunder and lightning as they flutter high.

There was once a wizard who tried to study this rare and powerful creature, but after paying the price of being stunned more than a dozen times, the man only brought back one message - Thunderbird really hurts.

Sean did, however, learn something from Newt's animal notes - because he is so sensitive to supernatural energies, it's easier for Thunderbirds to discern a wizard's true intentions.

It is said that this creature can judge good or bad from the magical fluctuations of the wizard, and it is difficult to tame a thunderbird like a wicked bird.

But these are not a problem for Sean, whether it is the ridiculously high affinity for magical animals, his attitude towards magical animals, or the experience he has gained with his little guys.

He was born to open a zoo.

Sure enough, under Sean's gentle and reassuring eyes, the somewhat restless Thunderbird slowly put down its guard, and after hesitating for a while, it still gently leaned its head over.

"Little guy, how did you get here?" Sean slapped the thunderbird's golden beak, and the static brought a tingling sensation.

The underage Thunderbird rubbed against Sean like a broken little furry boy, and there was grievance in the slightly harsh chirping sound.

Sean's primary animal speaker allowed him to understand the meaning of Thunderbird fairly smoothly, but the content made him laugh and cry.

Grindelwald uses thunderbirds to mix potions into rainwater in Bhutan, and he is obviously not a man like Sean who doesn't like magical animals. Grindelwald directly found the largest smuggler of magical animals in North America, and he didn't even pay for it - after a long conversation, the smuggler willingly sold his life for Grindelwald.

At that time, the smuggler happened to have a batch of thunderbirds in his hands, and he simply packaged them up and sent them to Grindelwald.

In addition to the four grown-up ptarmigan, this little ptarmigan and a batch of eggs were also delivered.

In fact, unbeknownst to Sean, this is almost one-tenth of the ptarmigan population in North America.

He sighed in his heart while reassuring the chirping ptarmigan, who was similar to a child.

Grindelwald is obviously a pragmatist, this little ptarmigan and ptarmigan eggs are of no use to him, but he still brought it back together, obviously, this is for Sean.

After comforting Thunderbird for a while, this little guy has completely trusted Sean, not only stroking his beak, he is even willing to let Sean touch his gorgeous chest feathers that are treasured.

Sean tried to touch it, and was surprised to find that the feathers on the ptarmigan's chest were surprisingly soft. Not only did it not carry any static electricity on it, it even gave people a strange feeling of heartbreak, just like the world. Everything has become extremely sensitive.

"Is this a manifestation of Thunderbird's extreme sensitivity to supernatural energy?" Sean tutted in amazement.

However, he didn't try to pull out a few and study it. Thunderbirds are obviously very precious to their chest feathers.

Thunderbird, who had just established trust with Sean, keenly discovered Sean's idea. It was like a child who was willing to share treasures with good friends. He said distressedly and cheerfully that when it grows up a little more, I can give some to Sean.

Sean couldn't help but sigh, dealing with magical animals is really much better than wizards...

And when the Thunderbird stood up, it also revealed what was under it. It was a bird's nest made of rock mixed with dark brown bark, in which seven golden eggs the size of Hagrid's fist were placed. .

so much? ! Sean was a little surprised, he thought there were only two or three.

I asked Thunderbird to find out that only one of the eggs in it was its younger brother or sister, and the other eggs were brought back later, and it took care of these eggs equally.

Thunderbirds are not gregarious animals, but they are very protective and will try their best to protect their own kind-because of this feature, when they see the same kind or the same kind of bird eggs being captured by the wizard, they will attack the wizard to rescue them. back to the same kind.

Fantastic creatures smugglers in North America rarely dare to catch ptarmigan because of this characteristic, after all, a ptarmigan can be tough to deal with. But for a powerful wizarding faction, this is a good opportunity to capture multiple Thunderbirds.

They would ride around the area on broomsticks with stolen ptarmigan eggs in order to attract ptarmigan who are used to protecting their own kind. In the end, most ptarmigan in the whole area would be captured and then killed. Smuggled separately to all corners of the world.

Under the thunderbird's gaze, Sean gently picked up an egg. It was very heavy. There was a slight static electricity on the eggshell. When you got closer, you could smell the special smell of ionized air.

"You're going to take care of them until they're born, right?" Sean looked at the Thunderbird.

Although he was still a minor child, the Thunderbird nodded firmly, with some hope in his eyes.

Sean responded to its expectations: "Let me take care of you together?"

Thunderbirds chirped happily.

"Then go to the ring first, um, the wasteland area is quite big, and there are cliffs to place these eggs - oh, I'll order you a huge weather umbrella, you should like that sun... …”

Sean placed the Thunderbird in the ring, and at the same time asked the other friends inside to treat the new friend kindly.

Then he took the parchment and the crown that the Thunderbird had brought.

Finding a cushion and sitting cross-legged, Sean put Ravenclaw's crown on his lap and opened the parchment.

Grindelwald's characteristic scribbles leaped wildly on paper.

"Good and stupid Sean:"

"As you can see, I don't have the skills to keep pets, and it's the kind I hate the most. So, I'll leave it to you. You can fry or boil an egg. Just remember to tell me the taste."

Sean pouted, but the old man was still so stupid.

"Well, the point is not the little guy, the Ravenclaw crown is the point, and you can guess how I got this thing."

Sean knew from the first sight of Ravenclaw's crown that the one who took the crown ahead of Stephanie was Grindelwald, and it was probably him who tampered with Stephanie's memory and left her a memory hint. .

It's no wonder that Stephanie's expression was a little strange that day, as if she knew who it was but didn't want to say it.

She should have found out by herself.

"Sean, the most unlike place between you and me is here - you should be able to feel it, right? You can completely absorb the huge magic power from [Lust], there are only benefits, no harm."

"Yes, I made it all happen. The reason is very simple. As the host of the guilt [Lust], she was absorbed by [Pride] into a power that can be manipulated, which is a more valuable thing."

After reading this, Sean's eyes flickered, and he finally rubbed his temples tiredly and helplessly.

This is Grindelwald, and in his values, being absorbed is obviously more beneficial to Sean's future development, which is more valuable than a smart and excellent fifth grader.

He had never been shy about such things, even if Stephanie hadn't done anything heinous.

Or rather, Sean believed that if Grindelwald could find a way to solve everything, even at the cost of his own life, Grindelwald would not hesitate.

"You declined the gift, and you were even more merciful than Albus - although I always hated the word 'kindness'. Well, it's all your choice, I'm not going to interfere, by the way, you don't Absorb Stephanie's words, then soak her up——【Lust】is the most easily stimulated power, and under the premise that the leader of guilt 【Pride】 does not wake up, the power overflowing from other guilt will be a powerful help that can be manipulated ."

"An unforgettable love can stimulate the power of [lust], and she can become a powerful helper for you in the future."

Sean: "...The old man who bullshit..."

"Finally, about the crown, I have been researching for a while, wearing the Ravenclaw crown can stimulate the wizard's intelligence and creativity. In this state, whether it is learning or reasoning, creating spells, you will find your own My head is very clear, and a steady stream of inspiration has been pouring in."

"However, this thing can't be used all the time. Ravenclaw's crown will bring a great mental load to the wearer. When using it, you must pay attention to the time of wearing it and your mental state."

"You can try to find out for yourself, but remember not to get caught up in it."

"Think about what I said yesterday, and think carefully."

"Your teacher: Gellert Grindelwald."

You said a bit of **** yesterday, didn't you just say that you want to decide between life and death with Dumbledore, and also to compete... And you are also preparing to start the Muggle war, and you want to stand on the opposite side of me...

Allowing the parchment to turn to ashes in the palm of his hand, Sean picked up Ravenclaw's tiara and examined it carefully.

Classic and elegant in shape, crafted with sophistication and great detail.

After hesitating for a while, Sean decided to try it himself.

Taking a deep breath, he put the Ravenclaw tiara on his head.

At the moment when the crown clung to Sean's scalp, a mysterious and mysterious feeling surged up.

The biggest change is that all of Sean's spell proficiency has grown slightly!

He understood that he had not paid attention to some details when practicing those spells. The experience was quickly absorbed and transformed, and Sean was now able to use his spells more easily and proficiently.

And this is just the beginning, Sean feels like his head is immersed in ice water that is not biting, all thoughts become smooth, and every thought becomes empty and imaginative.

The feeling magically almost made Sean want to indulge in it, but before he could even enjoy the cheering thought, another feeling came to him.

He felt as if he had been hit hard in the face, his head was like a sudden loss of blood, and there was a huge blank, and a huge amount of information was suddenly stuffed into his mind.

That's not other information from the outside world, it's all something in Sean's own brain.

Those details and fragments buried in the subconscious, those things that he doesn't care about very much, those knowledge that he has learned but has not fully understood...

Everything, it's like all the files on the computer's hard drive are placed on the desktop, with every smallest detail crammed into the same place.

And Sean's thoughts went ridiculously fast after a sting, and he immediately understood that this was the powerful effect and side effect of Ravenclaw's crown.

The expanded mind and increasingly sensitive consciousness allowed Sean to integrate all this information immediately, and he directly chose the memory of Dumbledore in his mind.

This comes from what Grindelwald once said to him: "Think about what Albus said to you."

On the parchment just now, Grindelwald emphasized it again in a subtle way.

Grindelwald was telling himself that Dumbledore had hidden some information he wanted to tell him but couldn't express himself in his conversations with him.

Sean's brain was running fast, and his face was flushed as if being smoked by hot and humid steam.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... As time passed, Sean's face turned redder and redder, and there was even a red nosebleed gurgling down.

But Sean still hasn't taken off the crown. He always feels that he can see more useful information, and those neglected details may be linked together...

Another minute passed, and Sean started to tremble with sweat pouring down like rain.

Just when blood dripped from his ears, he opened his eyes, and quickly took off Ravenclaw's crown huh...huh..." Sean was half-kneeling. , breathing heavily.

The mental load of Ravenclaw's crown is terrifyingly high!

However, he also found the answer he was looking for.

Sean raised his head, his bloodshot eyes lit up slightly, he calmly took a spoonful of the potion that could calm his mental riot, then closed his eyes and sat down to rest.

When he opened his eyes again, the pressure from that mental load finally disappeared.

"Think about what Albus said to you..." The corners of Sean's mouth finally rose.

Not long ago, what Sean thought of Dumbledore and Grindelwald's breakup words was Dumbledore's reminder to himself!

"I really hope to go back to that summer..." The white-haired old man stood in the shadow in front of Sean and sighed with sadness.

That's the tip he gave himself!