I wield a sword at Hogwarts

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Chapter 531 1926, Illegal Entry

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Newt Scamander?

John stared at the young man strangely.

He remembered correctly, that was the name of the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

This book was first published in 1927.

After a moment of silence, John asked: "Has your book been published?"

"Book?" Newt asked confused, "How do you know I'm writing a book? I haven't officially published a book that can help more wizards learn about magical animals."

Not published yet?

In other words, is this before 1927?

John took a deep breath.

Looking at his posture, Newt felt like he would spit out dragon's breath and ignite everything in the next second.

John calmed down and thought for a while.

It seems that his time flash succeeded and failed.

It is true that he successfully traveled through time to the future, but the problem is that the future he traveled to was only more than twenty years ago.

There are still seventy years to go before the world he lives in.

John had a headache. He finally used the time flash to complete the time travel, but the result was still not enough.

"You have to seize the next opportunity." He said to himself.

Time travel is full of randomness, and it may not be easy to accurately return to your own year, and you need some help.

For example, set an anchor point like Despicable Helbo.

He looked up at young Newt. In John's time, Newt was already an old man.

The young author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and the most authoritative magical zoologist.

Hagrid would probably go crazy with joy if he knew who he was with.

After all, Hagrid is also a person who likes magical animals very much.

"Where am I?" John looked around.

If you let Hagrid in here, he will be your half-giant guard for the rest of his life.

Completely, it is the standardized template of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

A Niffler climbed on John's body, seemingly attracted by his shiny scales.

"Uh...oh, this is my box, I'm heading to America," Newt said, still not used to the dragon talking, "I'm sending Frank to Arizona."

Newt said, only to see the dragon stunned.

John was dumbfounded. He slept and traveled from Egypt to the United States?

You can't really blame Newt, because John slept for too long.

Thunderbird Frank, who was rescued together with John, was almost healed after Newt's treatment, but John had just woken up.

They were on a ship, and Newt chatted with John for a few words before going out to get off the ship.

Newt put on his peacock blue coat, climbed up the ladder and left.

After he left, John reached out and grabbed the Sniff that climbed up.

Xiu Xiu stared at John, his round little eyes pitiful.

Immediately afterwards, John's body began to shrink.

From an eighty-foot behemoth, he gradually transformed back into human form.

Xiu Xiu was so frightened that the gold necklace in his pocket fell out.

John held the Niffler in one hand and took out his wand with the other.

When an Animagus transforms, the clothes on his body will also transform.

Thanks to this, John's newly crafted small bag survived his transformation into a dragon.

The basswood wand has been completely scrapped, and the broken wand is full of cracks.

It's even worse than Ron's wand, and it keeps falling off just by holding it.

John glanced at the magical animals around him.

"Isn't this stuff all over the floor?"

Turning his gaze to Xiu Xiu, who was frightened by his own transformation, John smiled.

Sure enough, people who work as magizoologists are rich without realizing it. These magical animals can be enough to buy a wand shop.

Xiu Xiu was so frightened by John's smile that he trembled, and John didn't argue with this little guy who liked shiny things.

Putting Niffler down and letting him go, John stared at Thunderbird.

My first wand was the Thunderbird Wand, and now that I have encountered it, I don’t mind using it again.

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It's a sunny day in New York today.

Seagulls circled overhead.

A large passenger ship passed by the Statue of Liberty. This huge statue donated by France attracted tourists on the ship to watch.

On the bench, Newt was wearing the old blue coat, putting the box on his lap, and whispered: "Dougal, take care of yourself, take care of the big guy, he is injured."

He whispered like a weirdo.

A whine of protest came from the box. You want me, an invisible beast, to take care of that giant dragon?

I can't even feed him!

Soon the ship docked at the dock.

Amid the crowd, Newt walked off the gangplank.

U.S. Customs checks everyone's passport seriously.

Newt also took out his very old passport and frowned at the customs inspection.

"British?" The customs officer looked carefully at the passport photo and Newt himself.

Newt avoided his gaze.

As a social terrorist, he seemed powerless to deal with such a scene.

Newt: "Yes."

"First time in New York?" the customs official asked again.

"Yes." Newt's eyes continued to dodge, as if he could only say this.

The customs officer looked at Newt's box with some suspicion and asked, "Is there any food in it?"

Newt put his hands in his breast pockets, looking awkward at the conversation.

"No."

"Where are the livestock?"

The customs found this person suspicious.

Newt tried his best to act natural, but his box made a noise at this moment.

"Click."

The lock on the chest snapped open again, as it had done since the spell struck it.

Newt quickly buttoned it up and said awkwardly, "I have to fix the box, uh... no."

The customs fixed their suspicious eyes on the box and said without any doubt: "Let me take a look."

Newt had no choice but to put the box on the table, but he thought twice and adjusted the brass dial on the box to Muggle mode.

When the customs opened the box, they found simple pajamas and various maps inside.

A Hufflepuff scarf lay there quietly.

The inspection found nothing else, and customs returned the box, saying what it would say to everyone.

"Welcome to New York."

"Thank you." Newt took the box and passport.

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John approaches Thunderbird.

The Thunderbird, who was rescued by Newt from a magical beast dealer, was quite wary of strangers.

John raised a hand and activated his mind magic.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just need a feather."

His eyes scanned the ptarmigan's tail feathers.

Perhaps it was because John also had the ability to control thunder and lightning that the Thunderbird gradually lowered its guard.

John walked over and gently stroked the ptarmigan's feathers with his hands.

"Give me one of your tail feathers, will you?" John's mind magic made the Thunderbird relax.

The thunderbird shook its body and led John to its resting place.

Newt divided different spaces in this ecosystem based on the characteristics of each magical animal.

The Thunderbird is in a wilderness with several broken feathers.

These are automatically replaced during healing.

John stepped forward and picked up two. He patted the Thunderbird on the head.

With nothing to do, John wandered around this place.

"This place is really magical, excellent space magic."

This is a high-end alchemy product, and I don’t know if Newt made it himself or bought it.

Opening up a space the size of a valley requires a very high level of traceless stretching spell, not to mention a lot of ecological magic in it.

Walking to a tree, John stared at the Bowtruckle above.

This thing is very popular in the black market because of its excellent lock-picking ability, which is even more powerful than the lock-picking spell.

Stretching out their hands, the Bowtruckles were extremely vigilant and stuck out their tongues at John.

John shrugged and continued browsing the place.

The place where Yue Chimon is located is dark, and under the moonlight, Yue Chimon is basking in the moonlight.

The Horned Camel is a rare breed. John watched the Horned Camel couple with their calf, and secretly sighed that he was indeed Newt. This breed was almost on the verge of extinction, but he had successfully cultivated the next generation.

As he continued walking, John became extremely interested in this place.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar scent.

John changed direction and walked towards the location where the breath came from.

It was next door to Yue Chi Beast, and a cold breath wafted out from the insulating curtain next to it.

John came closer and saw it.

It was a field covered with ice and snow.

There are no other magical animals in this place.