Let Me Be Your Confidante

"I heard that every snowflake in the world is different, Senior."

Luna stood beside Muya and smiled.

Muya smiled as well. "Yes."

Muya noticed that Luna's hair seemed even whiter in the light.

"Ya Ya, save us." The twins' voices suddenly rang out. They were sprawled on the ground, with a skid mark a short distance behind them.

It seemed the ground had been too slippery, so the two of them had gone down with a splat.

Muya took them to the School Hospital. Although they both said they were fine, they still followed her there.

"Just minor scrapes." Madam Pomfrey examined their legs. "Honestly, you little troublemakers. You knew it rained last night and snowed today, yet you still went playing in a place like that."

Muya took the medicine bottles and handed one to each of them before saying to Madam Pomfrey, "Sorry, Madam. We understand."

At noon, an owl landed on the Hufflepuff table, right in front of Muya.

However, it was an owl Muya had never seen before. Who would be sending her a letter?

Muya specifically checked that it was indeed addressed to her before taking it down. The signature read: Newt Scamander.

Who was that?

Hello, Miss Ya Mu. I heard that you were sorted into Hufflepuff. As expected, my guess was correct—you truly are best suited for Hufflepuff. We have met before. Haha, but it is fine if you do not remember.

That strange modified trunk was a meeting gift I prepared for you. Professor Dumbledore said you liked it very much, so I am relieved.

By the way, I wonder whether you will have time during the holidays. I am currently in Russia and have brought you another gift. I hope you will like it.

Newt Scamander.

So he was the person