I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Rove and Margaery didn't talk for long, and they went back to the second floor because Margaery's mother, Alyssa, had gone home.

Alyssa is a medium-sized witch. Although she looks ordinary, she is enthusiastic and talkative. Most importantly...she is a normal person.

In short, it is completely different from the beautiful crazy daughter.

Alyssa liked Rove very much, and chatted with him a lot about recent developments.

As the editor-in-chief of the "New York Ghost", she couldn't help talking about the Black case because of occupational diseases.

"Didn't the British Ministry of Magic mean to execute Peter Pettigrew?" Alyssa handed the cleaned apple to Rove and asked:

"He's a Death Eater who's been on the run for twelve years, so dangerous..."

"The British Ministry of Magic has almost no death penalty." Rove thanked him and said softly, "They believe in Azkaban and Dementors more."

Similar to the Muggle world, the wizarding world is also divided into the death penalty faction and the death penalty faction.

The so-called abolitionist faction, as the name suggests...is committed to promoting the abolition of the death penalty in judicial practice, and the Wizengamot of the British Ministry of Magic belongs to the abolitionist faction.

If one day Voldemort is caught, he probably won't be executed, but imprisoned for life like Grindelwald.

The American magic world is different. For criminals who have committed serious crimes, they will be killed directly without mercy, without any room for maneuver.

Back then, when Newt came to New York alone, he was sentenced to death... Of course, Grindelwald's own emotional factors played a big role in this.

Who made Newt and Dumbledore get too close, too close... so close that it has exceeded the normal teacher-student relationship.

At least that's how Grindelwald sees it.

Therefore, Grindelwald, posing as Graves, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, gave Newt a death sentence without even thinking about it.

"Are dementors really reliable?" Margaret asked curiously:

"I heard from my father that members of the US Congress also proposed to introduce them."

"Unreliable." Rove said bluntly: "Dementors feed on human emotions, and they will follow whoever can make them truly full. This is the instinct of dementors and the simplest truth. "

"The Ministry of Magic's imprisoning prisoners in Azkaban is tantamount to providing food for the dementors, but that food is far from enough to satiate or even reproduce the population."

"Once a powerful force appears and promises are made, the dementors will definitely betray immediately."

In the original time and space, the dementors collectively turned against Voldemort.

Of course, although the Dementor has all kinds of problems, Rove really loves to keep it... After all, who can resist a cute, kissable black-robed monster?

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs.

"Daddy's back!" Margery called.

Soon, Horst walked into the room. The robe on his body had many holes, and he looked dusty.

"What a night!" Horst sat down in his chair, muttering:

"We searched all the way to Mount Rainier in Washington State."

"Did you find anything?" Rove asked.

"Caught a lot of wizards and blue-eyed toads, Rove, you really helped me a lot tonight," Horst said excitedly.

He quickly recounted what happened tonight, those blue-eyed toads were indeed bred by the scavengers, and they tried to use the toxins to make wizards attack others...thus exposing the magical world.

Horst captured many scavengers, but also escaped some.

Soon, it was time for supper, and the supper was sumptuous:

Bison shanks roasted with leeks, venison pie stuffed with carrots, bacon and mushrooms, lamb chops coated with honey and cloves and frozen fruit soup.

Queenie also brought a jug of chilled wine, and everyone had a drink.

After the meal, a group of people leaned against the fireplace and chatted for a while. Alesha urged several times before the family gathering was completely over, and everyone went back to their rooms.

Rove slept next to Margery. He lived here when he was a child. After several years, the room was still reserved for him, and the furnishings in the house basically remained unchanged.

After Rove took a shower, he got into the box and sat at the table, but not long after, he heard footsteps.

The boy knew who it was without looking. After all, there was no one else who visited his room late at night except Margaery.

Rove looked up, and it really was Margaery.

I saw her wrapped in a purple lace-trimmed nightdress, pulling on slippers, her two white and tender thighs dangling under the empty skirt.

Rove glanced at the beautiful legs that were pleasing to the eye, and asked, "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Check my brother's night life, whether it is rich or not."

Margaery walked down the stairs, she glanced down at the table, and said speechlessly:

"No way, you don't sleep most of the night, and you do your potions class homework here?"

"Otherwise what else can I do?"

"You can go to my room to play games." Margaery pressed half of her body on the boy's shoulders, she blinked and said:

"I bought a lot of toys, there must be a type you like."

Rove rolled his eyes, Margaret even borrowed that police uniform, she bought a fart toy.

Besides, if there are toys, they are also used to "play" Rove.

When she was a child, Margaery's favorite game was to trick Rove into her room, then tie him to the bed, take off his shirt... and draw Nixiu on his back.

"You want to be so free, help me write the History of Magic homework?" Rove pulled out a few pieces of parchment from a stack of homework.

"I don't write my own, so I write for you?" Margaret grabbed Rove's ear and sneered, "What are you thinking, kid?"

Margaery wandered around the room and said suspiciously:

"The room is much bigger than before, and the furnishings in this room... definitely weren't arranged by you."

"why it's not me?"

"It's not like I haven't been in before, it's like a kennel before!"

Margaery picked up a celadon vase on the table, in which there were magical lotus flowers that could keep blooming. She sniffed it and said with a smile:

"Such an ingenious thing, can you also make it?"

"Well, my assistant did it." Rove said proudly, "I hired a little assistant at Hogwarts."

"Boy or girl."

"It must be a girl."

Margery froze for a moment, she kicked off her slippers suddenly, jumped onto the single bed, rolled and screamed, but became quiet again in the blink of an eye, turning into a dignified lady.

Margaery lay on her side on the bed, propped her head with one hand, put on a pitifully injured expression, and complained in a soft tone:

"Xiao Luofu, you already have girlfriends, don't you want your sister?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Shirley is just my assistant." Rove shook his head and said, "I hired her to take care of those magical creatures."

"To take care of magical creatures, or to take care of you?"

Margery grinned, then stretched out a slender finger, straightened her pajamas, brushed her hair, and gently lifted her nightgown upwards, posing in a seductive pose, and asked:

"Is that girl named Shirley as beautiful as me?"

Rove didn't speak, and Margaery's eyes were shining, staring at the boy's eyes.

"The girl with the red ponytail...Don't say it, she's really pretty, but she's a little skinny and definitely has no breasts."

Rove quickly closed his eyes and said, "Don't you stop reading other people's memories?"

Inherited from Queenie's magical talent, Margaery was also a natural master of Legilimency.

She can't "turn off" Legilimency, and can see everyone's inner thoughts, good, bad, malicious or kind, without distinction.

Because of the torment of this ability, Margaery was a little neurotic and looked crazy.

But after she entered Ilvermorny, she learned how to control Legilimency, and she rarely looked at other people's thoughts actively.

"Sister is curious." Margaery winked and said with a smile:

"Would you like me to help you train that girl named Shirley? Look at how well Mikaraz has been trained by me."

"..."

"You pull it down, will you make Shirley go crazy with you?" Rove said speechlessly:

"If you go to Hogwarts someday, you'd better be serious and don't affect my glorious image in front of my friends."

"Unconscionable guy." Margaery scolded with a smile: "With a beautiful little assistant, do you start to dislike my sister?"

"Go back quickly, it's late." Rove closed the book, and he said softly, "I'm going to sleep."

Margaret lifted the quilt and curled up in the bed, she smiled and said, "I'm going to sleep here at night, do you want a piece?"

"One piece, you big-headed ghost." Rove stood up and said, "You stay here, and I went to sleep in your room?"

"Go quickly." Margaery wrapped the quilt tightly, she said with a smile:

"Good night, early tomorrow morning, I will take grandma to my room to block you, and say that you climbed into my bed in the middle of the night... woo woo."

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