McGoth thought that Xiaobai would bring Dumbledore's reply, but he didn't expect Dumbledore to suddenly appear at the door of his house in the evening.

However, he didn't want to introduce himself like Professor Sprout did, and asked Xiaobai to bring back a note for McGoth to come out to meet him.

McGoth was shocked when he saw this note, he didn't expect Dumbledore to be so resolute, and hurriedly told his parents that the Headmaster was waiting for him at the door and ran out.

The Will couple were also stunned before reacting, but they often heard their son say how powerful their principal was, but they didn't expect such a legendary-level figure to appear at their doorstep, and after reacting, they also eagerly followed McGoth out, at this time, how can they care about the so-called aristocratic etiquette.

Dumbledore's appearance will not be forgotten at first sight, and if the other professors are dressed in a more non-mainstream way, then his image is that of a perfect scholar, an elder, as if he should be the headmaster of an institution of higher learning. Kind-eyed, knowledgeable, courteous, etc. can be used to describe him.

The Will couple were shocked when they first saw the seemingly powerless old man, and although they wondered how such a powerful power was stored in this weak body, it did not prevent them from respectfully handing him a greeting.

"I'm sorry, it's time to bother you." Dumbledore smiled and bent slightly.

Mr. and Mrs. Will said it was okay and invited him in to rest.

Dumbledore smiled in agreement, nodded at McGoss, and began to laugh with the Wills.

He was one of the most knowledgeable wizards, and even if the Count casually said something about the real world, he would be able to pick it up.

When they reached the drawing-room, Mrs. Will went to make tea for them, and the Count waited for the tea to come and then departed with interest.

Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming here, and he didn't ask McGoth about the eggs, just drank the big red robe with a look of enjoyment.

"This is the Oriental tea that Pomona has been raving about lately. It's really good, the last time I wanted to ask her for a little bit she didn't agree, and that's the case with older women. He shook his head.

McGoth didn't know what to say, and smirked and said that there were still a lot of them at home, and he could take some back. Dumbledore thanked him unceremoniously.

McGoth estimated that his father was going to have heartache again, but these tea leaves were getting less and less drunk, and he usually regarded them as treasures, but he was given away everywhere by his precious son.

Then McGoth said to go upstairs and take the egg down to show him, but Dumbledore said no, and went with him to his bedroom with the teacup.

The little guy in the egg didn't know how to be afraid, and watched curiously as the bearded human gently tapped on its shell.

"This eggshell is about to become a fossil, so that it can survive, worthy of those powerful magical creatures." Dumbledore sighed.

"Go and say hello to your parents, we'll go to Newtna now."

"Okay, Headmaster." As he spoke, he ran to the second floor and told his parents that he was going to leave with the principal, maybe he would be back later, maybe it would take a few days, so they didn't have to worry.

McGoth stood at the bedroom window with the half-hatched egg and Dumbledore nervously asking if he had apparitioned to Newt. Kamandena.

"Oh, of course not, you can't afford that after-effects right now."

"How shall we get there, then, is Mr. Carmande's residence not far from London?" McGoth was puzzled.

"Actually, quite far away, he lives in a small town in Dorset, well, Mr. Will, I know what you're curious about." He smiled and pulled out a magic pouch and pulled out a blanket from inside.

"Is this a magic carpet?" He didn't think the blanket Dumbledore had taken out was just an ordinary blanket.

"I have a magic carpet, but it's not, the magic carpet is too slow, we have to hurry up and get to Newt, I have an appointment with him to meet at eight o'clock, time is running out." He spoke in a quick tone, then asked Magos to hand him the blanket, and he put it back on.

"Thank you, I'm old, and I can't give up a lot of things, so there are too many things in it, let me look for it, I remember to put it inside."

"Okay, I found it, I said it was inside, it seems that my memory is not bad." He happily pulled out a broomstick from his bag, and it looked a third larger than the average one.

"This is a broomstick made for me by an old friend of mine last year, and as you can see, he extended its length to make it easier to carry people, and although I didn't think it made much sense at the time, it seems to work right now."

McGoth looked at Dumbledore with a broomstick in one hand, and a strong sense of disobedience came to his face, as if he had never heard Dumbledore use a broomstick in his past and present lives.

"Alright, sit in the back and get ready to go." He patted his broom on his broom and motioned for him to come up, and McGoth quickly sat down behind him, and sure enough, this length gave him room to hold the broomstick.

"Sit tight." As he spoke, the broom flew out of the castle at a rapid speed, and then rose to a height invisible to ordinary people.

Dumbledore's broomstick technique was an eye-opener for him, except for avoiding flying birds at a very fast speed, he could use this speed with a single person was already beyond the reach of ordinary people, and the person sitting in the back felt very smooth and even. The most critical thing was that when they flew into the clouds, a passenger plane suddenly appeared, and McGoth was stupid at that time, thinking that such a fast speed would definitely hit it, who knew that Dumbledore turned around at this time and gently told him not to be nervous, and then he saw Dumbledore retreat and fall at an impossible high speed to avoid the passenger plane.

Watching the airliner whizz overhead, McGoth was scared out in a cold sweat.

Experiencing Dumbledore's broomstick level firsthand, he knew that Harry and Malfoy's level had always been nothing more than a child's play, although he didn't know what the level of the professional level was like, but he didn't think that even if the professional level encountered this situation, it was not necessarily impossible to avoid it.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, why didn't you just find that plane?" But after the crisis, McGoth felt that something was wrong, he didn't find out in advance, but how could Dumbledore not know? You must know that it was just a passenger plane just now, even if it was a stealth plane, he shouldn't be able to find it in advance.

"Oh, I didn't use my magic to delight my surroundings." Dumbledore said lightly.

Magos is holding the grass on his face, you are doing it on purpose, experience drag racing, oh no, the thrill of flying broomsticks.

At Dumbledore's level and speed they reached Dorset by eight o'clock, and Dumbledore slowed down and stopped on a relatively large lawn.

McGoss, who landed on his legs, stumbled, and it was the first time in his life that he had been racing a broomstick in the air, and he didn't expect the peaceful Headmaster Dumbledore to have such a wild side, but thinking of his dream when he was young, it was not a big deal to race a broomstick.

"Mr. Will, looks like you're going to need to hone your flying skills." Dumbledore put away his broom and said with a smile.

"I think so too." He agreed.

"Do you want to rest for a while, Newt's house is not far away."

"No need headmaster, I'm recovering."

"It's good to be young." Dumbledore whispered a word of praise.

When Dumbledore spoke of Newt. At the Carmande house, he saw a tall, thin, gray-haired old man standing in the doorway.

"He's Newt. Carmande, Eun, a more focused, serious person, was like this when he was young, and he still hasn't changed at all when he's older. Dumbledore introduced him softly.

"Welcome, Professor Dumbledore, and this Mr. Will, it's a pleasure to have you." Newt. Carmande was both happy and serious.

"Hello, Mr. Callander, excuse me." McGoth said politely.

Newt. Camelander grinned, it should have been a laugh. At this moment his wife, Popontina, came out of the house, and even now she can see how beautiful she once was.

She warmly invited Dumbledore and Magos into the house, and served them her best tea.

"Thank you, Tina." Dumbledore took the tea and thanked him.

McGoth also took the tea and thanked him, but he called out to Mrs. Carmande.

Newt. Carmander could see that he was a man of few words, and he had been staring at Magos from the time he had entered, and McGoth knew what he was waiting for, and consciously took the egg out of his pocket and put it on the table.

When he saw the egg, he didn't care about the other three people present, and focused on the eggshell and the little guy who hadn't fully come out. From time to time, he showed a puzzled look.

Dumbledore and his wife were accustomed to his behavior, and knew he would have to watch for a while. Dumbledore drank his tea slowly, disappreciating, chatting without a word.

"Lady Carmande, you're not a native of England, are you?"

"I'm American." Polpentina said with a smile.

"Is the American Ministry of Magic the same as the British one?" He asked curiously, he had also seen the movie Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them in his previous life, and he still remembered the big bell in it and the scene where the city was finally restored.

"Anyway, I've been to the Ministry of Magic here, and the Ministry of Magic here is more comfortable, but the United States is different from here."

The simple meaning of this is not to say that the British Ministry of Magic is too chaotic, far from the rules of the United States, but it can also be seen from the movie, and I am curious to ask about some things about the United States at the moment, including whether American wizards are the same as Britain and so on. Then he asked some questions about Fantastic Beasts, as the wife of the most authoritative Magical Beast in the wizarding world, even if she was not so interested in Fantastic Beasts, after a long time of hearing and seeking, her level was no worse than that of a Fantastic Beasts professor in an ordinary magic school.