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Newt was about to ask something, but with the appearance of Tina Scamander, he could only temporarily suppress the question and begin to think about another extremely important issue at hand—how to explain his staying up all night and how to appease his wife's anger.
"Good morning, dear, did you have a good rest last night?"
Mrs. Scamander slowly walked down the stairs, nodded to Hermione as a greeting, then turned to look at Newt Scamander, who was sitting uneasily at the dining table, and said softly with a faint smile.
"Newt, you've been up all night. You should go rest now. After I finish making breakfast and send the children to the Quidditch pitch, I think we might need to have a serious family meeting to discuss some things."
As someone who had lived with Newt for most of her life, Tina understood Newt's personality too well.
Don't be fooled by Newt Scamander's usual absent-mindedness and lack of enthusiasm for anything. As long as it involved research on magical creatures, especially some new areas he had never touched before, Newt would completely transform into a different person.
Over the years, Tina had said it countless times, but each time the reply was, "I'll definitely do it next time."
"Well, uh, Tina. How about... giving me another ten minutes?"
Newt glanced at his wife's slightly softened face, thought for a moment, and tentatively opened his mouth.
"I still have some ideas I haven't written down yet. After I finish writing, I'll go..."
"Newt, you're not in your twenties anymore!"
Tina Scamander narrowed her eyes and interrupted him bluntly, "Put down your pen and go upstairs to sleep! Now! Immediately! Don't make me cast a spell on you, and... leave these papers down here. I'll clean them up later!"
"But..."
"Hmm?"
"Uh... I mean, okay! I'll go upstairs to rest right away!"
Newt wisely didn't continue to struggle, stood up from the dining table, and walked upstairs, looking back every step of the way.
Once her husband had left, Tina turned to Hermione, shrugged helplessly and amusedly.
"Sorry, Newt hasn't been bothering you with magical creature stuff, has he? He's always been like this for so many years. Whenever he encounters something he's interested in, he can often get so excited that he doesn't sleep all night."
"Never forgetting his original intention, Mr. Scamander is truly admirable!"
Hermione shrugged and said with a smile, "I finally understand why Newt did so many amazing things... Um, Mrs. Scamander, are we causing you any trouble?"
"Trouble?" Tina shook her head with a smile, "You're all so lovely, how could you be trouble!"
Although Hermione's arrival might indeed add a lot of work for Newt, and the girl's background was not so simple, Tina Scamander was still quite happy at the moment. It had been a long time since she had seen her husband looking so excited like a child.
After tidying up the scattered manuscripts and parchments on the table, Mrs. Scamander continued.
"By the way, I won't be joining you at the Quidditch pitch for training today. Tell me later what you want to eat for lunch and dinner, and I'll go to the nearby market to see if I can buy anything... Have you all finished your summer homework?"
"Eh? Summer homework?! What summer homework?"
Hermione was slightly stunned. When did Hogwarts have this kind of thing?
Wait! Could it be...
The half-Veela girl turned her head alertly, quickly scanning the living room, and soon discovered a large pile of unopened packages next to the junk rack by the door. On the top of the packages was a very familiar blue and white wing pattern. Ding, ding ding?!
No, weren't these the summer gifts she sent to other students?
She shouldn't have sent one to herself! Why did it suddenly appear in Newt Scamander's living room?!
"Oh, this should have been sent over by Professor Dumbledore through the fireplace..."
Tina Scamander picked up an opened letter from the table, waved it at Hermione, and said in a relaxed tone.
"See, along with the letter, there are your tickets to Platform 9 3/4 for this semester's trip to Hogwarts."
Tina Scamander glanced at the contents of the letter and said nostalgically, "Don't worry, although Newt and I have been away from school for many years, we haven't forgotten some basic knowledge yet, so we can still tutor you..."
"...That's really, too wonderful."
Hermione's mouth twitched, and she forced a happy smile.
Luckily, she had a flash of inspiration last night and managed to conquer Newt Scamander in advance. Otherwise, according to that spicy old radish's series of courses, she might not have had much energy to stir up trouble in the wizarding world afterwards.
But, well...
Hermione glanced at the stack of parchments that Newt had stayed up all night to organize, and felt slightly better.
Pursuit of ideals and self-actualization are sources of motivation that are countless times stronger than coercion and temptation. You only need to constantly throw out new goals, and Newt Scamander will naturally find a way to solve the rest.
Albus Dumbledore is at the top of the wizarding world's power structure, and also holds many important social identities.
But apart from his identity as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and his position as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, once he leaves the local sphere of the British wizarding world, the old wizard's influence on a global scale is not so unchallengeable.
On the other hand, although Newt Scamander has been retired for many years, his position in the field of magical creatures is much more stable than Dumbledore's in the wizarding world. If Newt personally comes out to preside over the work, as long as it doesn't involve specific interests, most wizards will choose to give Newt face.
Not to mention, this matter itself was initially fueled by Dumbledore himself.
She was a little curious. When Newt Scamander is really tricked back to Hogwarts, and the old freckles and old potatoes clash, which side will Dumbledore choose to take?
Anyway, she is very skilled in fanning the flames!
Thinking of this, Hermione's mood instantly improved. Anyway, no one will have an easy time. At most, she will just have to do a few more assignments. The words she writes now will all become prescriptions for Dumbledore's heart and headaches.
Turning her head to look at Mrs. Scamander, who had already put on an apron and was planning to prepare breakfast.
"Mrs. Scamander, I'll help too!"
Hermione walked over with light steps, took the plates and the eggs, bacon, and bread slices placed aside, intending to show off her culinary skills as agreed. As for what to eat for dinner, she had already decided—
The main ingredient today is pork!
Perhaps Newt still won't be able to overcome the hurdle in his heart after a month, but that doesn't matter. Anyway, the person in charge of the kitchen in the Scamander family is not him. Mrs. Scamander, who has learned new recipes, will definitely have a strong desire to show off. Any impregnable castle is often breached from within.
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Half an hour later.
Jurassic Quidditch Stadium entrance.
Hermione, Luna, and Hannah were saying goodbye to Tina Scamander.
"Well, children, I won't accompany you inside this time."
Tina Scamander stopped at the entrance of the stadium and said, looking at the three little girls in front of her.
Starting today, Tina would not accompany them to train at the Quidditch pitch all the time. Apart from picking them up in the morning and evening, the remaining time would all be arranged by the team's head coach, Brandon Doon.
As for lunch, it would naturally be the standard sports meal with the other members of the team.
"Um, thank you, Mrs. Scamander. By the way—"
Hermione nodded politely, and then, remembering something, clasped her hands together and said seriously.
"You must wait for us to come back before making dinner, because it was agreed before that we would participate in breakfast and dinner together every day. This is the only way we can help you and Mr. Scamander. Please."
"Okay, okay, I know, I know you like to cook..."
Mrs. Scamander shook her head helplessly and replied with a smile.
Although she hadn't seen or tasted the dishes cooked by Hermione yet, the details in the kitchen this morning were enough for Tina Scamander to feel part of the "Hogwarts Head Chef's" strength.
As a native-born American witch, Tina had almost forgotten when was the last time she had breakfast of authentic Eggs Benedict. When she saw that familiar trembling poached egg, and the layered, flowing golden yolk bread and bacon combination, she was恍惚(huǎnghū - vaguely) as if she had returned to her old house in the American countryside.
In addition, Hermione's pan-tossing skills when frying eggs, and her skilled knife skills when cutting bacon also broadened Tina's horizons.
Therefore, on the one hand, to meet the special requirements of the girls, and on the other hand, to see the legendary peak cooking skills of the Hogwarts Head Chef, Tina Scamander carefully inquired about the detailed ingredient ratios, and planned to look around in the main cities of the UK after she left, and try to buy all the materials that Hermione might need.
As for Newt's opinion, that was not important. People who can't cook have no right to command the kitchen.
Anyway, in Tina's impression, as long as it wasn't used to feed those magical creatures, her husband never seemed to care much about the taste of the dishes, even if there was too much salt or it was slightly burnt, he would just make do with it.
However, the only thing that puzzled Tina was why Hermione would ask to buy a whole pig.
Perhaps this was the unique culinary skill of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?
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On the other side, inside the Quidditch pitch.
Watching head coach Brandon Doon lead the three little witches into the field, the players who were moving their bodies or slowly flying around to warm up at the edge of the pitch just glanced at them, and their attitude was obviously much colder than when they parted yesterday.
The concept put forward by Hermione yesterday was not complicated.
As Quidditch stars from various Quidditch professional teams across the UK, these Quidditch players were all naturally talented. After going back and pondering and practicing a little last night, they had almost mastered the few small techniques that Hermione had demonstrated yesterday.
Adults, Quidditch stars, these two labels themselves were something to be proud of.
Unless Hermione could bring some new surprises today, they would not actively lower their heads to curry favor, even if the girl flew better than them. No one would think that they needed a little girl to teach them how to play Quidditch.
And more importantly, they had not yet been able to accept the temporary decision that Brandon had previously announced.
"Everyone's here, everyone gather!"
Brandon Doon blew the brass whistle on his chest, signaling the team members to come over.
The players of the British Quidditch team looked at each other and silently gathered in front of Brandon Doon. A trace of resistance floated in the air of the field. Obviously, everyone's mood was not particularly good.
On the one hand, it was because they had been taught a lesson by three little girls yesterday, and on the other hand, it was because...
"Just as I announced before, from today onwards, Miss Hermione Granger will become our team's tactical head coach and logistics maintenance supervisor, participating in the subsequent training work of the British Quidditch National Team."
Brandon Doon cleared his throat and said without changing his expression.
He was naturally aware of the resistance in the players' hearts, but the letter that had been sent back to his room last night had clearly expressed the opinions of Albus Dumbledore, and even the Ministry of Magic.
The new Quidditch World Cup was about to begin in about a year.
You should know that the magical world doesn't have the benefit of the host team being directly guaranteed entry into the qualifying round.
The British Ministry of Magic had finally applied for the qualification to host the World Cup final venue. If the British Quidditch National Team couldn't even enter the top eight in this competition, it would be too embarrassing and unsightly.
In Brandon Doon's impression, Dumbledore rarely made requests in such a serious tone in his letters.
Not to mention, along with the letter, there was also a 'recommendation' stamped with the Minister of Magic's signature and the joint signature of the Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, hoping that Brandon could try some new Quidditch training methods in the coming period to ensure that the British National Team could successfully appear in the next World Cup competition.
And with the arrival of the two letters one after another, the meaning was self-evident.
It was only a month. Even if that little witch named Hermione Granger had no ability, in short, he had tried it according to the Ministry of Magic's suggestions. If something went wrong, everyone would bear the responsibility together.
If it really had a miraculous effect, as the team's head coach, Brandon would naturally be one of the beneficiaries.
Thinking of this, the smile on Brandon Doon's face couldn't help but become even brighter.
"Eh? Me? Tactical head coach?"
Hermione was slightly stunned.
She just hinted that Grandpa should help with a small favor, and solve the lunch problem by the way.
How could she suddenly become the tactical head coach? Could it be that it was really written by Dumbledore?!
Combining it with the pile of summer homework that appeared in the living room this morning, this possibility seemed really high.
After a moment of silence and a cold scene, among the Quidditch players, a young player who looked burly and somewhat stout and fierce suddenly walked out, looked closely at Hermione, and took the initiative to extend his hand.
"I was a bit arrogant yesterday. Please give me more advice in the future, Coach Granger."
"Sorry, um? May I ask who you are..."
Hermione raised her head, frowned slightly, and looked at the player who took the initiative to show goodwill with a slightly puzzled expression.
Noticing the blankness in the girl's eyes, the stout player scratched his cheeks and said a little embarrassedly.
"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rex, and I am the current Seeker of the Pride of Portree..."
"Oh! Oh oh! I remember!"
Hermione carefully observed the man in front of her and nodded suddenly.
Wasn't this the unlucky guy who said she was short yesterday and was directly smashed to the ground by a Bludger without any fancy moves as soon as he took off? No wonder he was so nice today. He was really a simple-minded seed player.
"You're welcome. There's an old saying, 'A fight brings understanding', so now we can be considered friends."
Hermione replied simply, glanced at the other players meaningfully, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"Speaking of which, there wasn't enough time yesterday, and I didn't have time to get to know everyone. Now that I'm the team's tactical head coach, it's also very necessary to get to know everyone again, right?"
As she spoke, the girl casually released the broom in her hand.
The Nimbus 2000, branded with dozens of silver-glittering Shooting Star charms, floated quietly by her side, like a falcon ready to rush to the sky at any time. And in the girl's left hand, a bright red Bludger was bouncing up and down.
As for the rest of the content, Hermione didn't continue to say it.
No need.
Too obvious threats are a bit deliberate. It's good to just remind them appropriately.
Gulu——
Gulu, gulu——
Along with the up-and-down bouncing of the Bludger, the pride that had originally lingered in the hearts of the Quidditch players was instantly shattered. They finally remembered once again the crimson beam that had penetrated the Quidditch pitch yesterday.
And... the cheerful laughter that lingered in the air above the field...
Almost all the players who could be selected into the British Quidditch National Team were not those who were completely foolish and had no desire to survive. Most people were relatively qualified in terms of both game intelligence and emotional intelligence. Only in this way would it be difficult for conflicts to arise.
Therefore, after a brief silence, the atmosphere in the field instantly became active...
"Miss Granger, welcome to the Jurassic Quidditch Stadium!"
"Coach Granger, with your guidance, we have a much better chance of advancing this year!"
"Coach Granger, I want to learn that pendulum maneuver you talked about yesterday. Can you teach me?"
In this way, Hermione's career as a Quidditch tactical head coach also started smoothly...
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