Elrond watered the Sunflower, and spotted a White Mouse feeding on the Wild Berries!

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Albus didn't dare look into Molly's eyes. "We wouldn't have heard the conversation if Scorpius hadn't improved uncle George's ear. He had left one by the bar, said it was there where people would talk about the most forbidden stuff. And one day not long ago, the owner of the tavern, I mean Aberforth, he was washing some glasses, and that was unusual, he had never been too keen  on  cleanliness, see? Well, a very small hooded creature had come from behind the bar and it tooks a seat and we couldn't see his face but Aberforth, Mr Dumbledore I mean... he looked very pleased to see him.
Molly Weasley: "did he mention a name?"
Albus nodded. "He called him "Dobby".

Albus continued his tale: "at first, it was mostly hush hush conversations about smuggling prohibited creatures or stuff to Hogsmead or sometimes inside Hogwarts. They didn't pay us much attention, they probably thought we were too young, stupid teens who had come there for the booze."
Molly at that moment thought that his favourite grand kids should have needed a lot more of a slipper education on his sorry bottom but she sat down and tried to refrain from doing it. Scorpius was missing and Merlin only knew if he was still alive!

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With caution, Scorpius used the ladder inside the suitcase and managed to close it before releasing the naughty niffler. He could feel the wind and fresh air coming from further inside but his sense of smell indicated that an oven had a chicken roasting with potatoes and tomatoes and some cake had been baked too.
"Snif, snif... Merlin be praised, it smells like vanilla and... snif snif apples too". A small kitchen soon appeared in a round room, and there, sitting next to the oven, a man in his early thirties, with curly blonh hair and a fiery incurved moustache and a well trimmed beard. He looked rather surprised to see the young wizard but extended an arm to shake his hand.
"Oh hello! My name is Rolf Scamander and you are?"