Thursday was a sunny but still bitterly cold day.
After all, it's still winter, and the Scottish Highlands at such high latitude will never be as perpetually warm as the equator.
Even with the presence of the North Atlantic Current, the latitude of the Scottish Highlands is about as high as Moscow.
In the afternoon, all four houses were going to attend the Care of Magical Creatures class.
But considering it was the first class, Newt didn't plan to have the students learn any practical courses, but instead intended to talk about theoretical knowledge.
Newt set up a tent next to Hagrid's hut as his usual residence.
This tent seemed cramped, but inside it was quite extraordinary.
After all, he's an old senior from Hufflepuff, and when it comes to using charms, he's got it down, not like he hasn't abused the Traceless Stretching Spell.
Gellert and Hagrid squeezed together, the two of them sharing a room.
Of course, he also needed to change his identity; his surname is now Scamander.
Upon learning he was to be renamed "Scamander," Gellert reacted with unprecedented resistance, but was ultimately suppressed by Dumbledore and Vivi's combined efforts.
So, he obediently accepted the new name "Gael Scamander."
For this, Newt felt as refreshed as drinking an ice-cold Butterbeer on a hot summer day; it was exhilaratingly cool.
"Harry."
Draco came to the tent and first spoke to Harry, "Is that Miss Grindelwald your friend?"
"Yeah, what's up?" Harry said with a smile.
"Is she really not a descendant of that Grindelwald from fifty years ago, that Dark Wizard?" Draco moved a chair and sat next to Harry: "I think she must be, after all..."
The next sentence Draco didn't say, but it was clear—I've heard my great-grandfather mention this name.
"Hey, Malfoy." Ron patted him on the back: "Leave adult matters to the adults!"
Usually, being spoken to like this by Ron, Draco would retort quickly.
But this time, Draco didn't attack Ron from any angle, just lightly said a sentence that left Ron speechless.
"2-16 Weasley."
Ron took a deep breath, deciding not to stoop to Draco's level.
Gellert, on the side, was focused on polishing the coins in the Sniff's nest, seemingly uninterested in the debate about his sister.
But his perked-up ears exposed the fact that he was eavesdropping on the kids' conversation.
"But that Grindelwald..." Draco suddenly said, "Who do you think is stronger, him or You-Know-Who?"
"It's certainly You-Know-Who!" Seamus answered: "Think about it, you can freely say Grindelwald's name, but would you dare say You-Know-Who's name?"
Draco wanted to argue, but come to think of it, Seamus's words actually made perfect sense.
Indeed, everyone calls Grindelwald by name, yet no one dares to utter You-Know-Who's alias 'Voldemort', let alone his real name.
"No, I think Grindelwald is stronger."
Hanna from Hufflepuff stood up; she felt it necessary to add luster to the old senior's medal.
After all, Grindelwald was also defeated with the participation of Hufflepuff's old senior, elevating Grindelwald's prestige indirectly gives Hufflepuff more glory.
It's not much to defeat an ordinary wizard, but defeating a wizard at the level of You-Know-Who, that's impressive.
Grindelwald, polishing the coins, smiled; even though he thought that Voldemort was an idiot, he still felt he was far stronger than that Voldemort.
"No way!" Theodore Nott from Slytherin stood up: "Think about it, who is Voldemort? He's the formidable 'Dark Demon King'; and Grindelwald? He's just a name that appears on a Chocolate Frog card, merely a 'Dark Wizard' defeated by Dumbledore."
"Exactly!" Bruce Zabini chimed in: "If not for Dumbledore, we wouldn't even know that name! What's so special about Grindelwald? Look at his descendants coming to Slytherin for school, not even admitting they're his kin..."
Draco's face suddenly stiffened.
He wanted to stop Bruce from digging his own grave—not for Bruce's sake, but to avoid getting caught in the splash.
But it was already too late; Bruce had already spoken.
Grindelwald didn't care at all; he was still intently polishing the coins.
After all, from his perspective, being defeated by Al and having his name on a Chocolate Frog card was a sweet deal.
"At least better than your Slytherin's You-Know-Who!" Ernie Macmillan from Hufflepuff said loudly: "Think about it, your praised You-Know-Who was beaten by a one-year-old baby! Oh my, if it were me, I'd rather dunk my head and drown in a foot bowl than lose to a one-year-old baby."
To say the least, Ernie's words were irrefutable by the Slytherins.
What else could be said? The baby who defeated Voldemort is sitting right beside them, after all, as their classmate...
This is an undeniable fact; Voldemort was indeed bested by a baby.
"That's not right!" Daphne Greengrass countered: "Losing to a baby is shameful, but it's better than losing to a Sniff, isn't it? I recall my dad saying that our Professor Scamander participated in the pursuit of Grindelwald, and allegedly it was his Sniff who acted promptly, stealing a crucial magic item, leading to Grindelwald's defeat..."