"Oh, that's a respectable job. Do you know my brother Theseus? ”

The freckled youth said with a smile on his face.

"Of course." The young man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Theseus often mentions you to me. ”

The freckled youth was just about to continue speaking, when the steamer let out a dull roar, and before he knew it, it was about to dock. The deck was filled with people pulling suitcases and carrying shoulder bags.

They looked at each other for a moment, and the freckled young man noticed that the young man's gaze was a little sad. He tried to say something to him again, but the young man opened his mouth first, approached him and whispered, "New York is not as peaceful as you think, there is an unknown force at work in this city, don't let your animals come out or you will get into great trouble." ”

After speaking.

The young man took off his hat slightly and saluted the freckled youth, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

The freckled young man paused for a moment, pondering the young man's words. He didn't know why he was saying this to him.

And.

He always felt like the other person seemed to be ...... I know him very well.

The main thing is, why is the other party staring at his suitcase all the time?!

A suspicion flashed through the freckled young man's mind that this Mr. Mordoran might be a friend of his brother Theseus, who happened to meet him on the ship, or else he would not have known Newt.

Strangely enough, he had never heard Theseus mention such a friend, but when he thought about his relationship with Theseus, he was relieved.

Theseus, who was also the head of the Aurors at the British Ministry of Magic, had recently written to Newt to inform him that he was now in charge of tracking down the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald.

He wondered what the unknown force that the young man was talking about, whether it had something to do with Grindelwald, and whether the young man had come to New York to investigate the unknown force.

The freckled youth wasn't thinking about it, in fact he didn't really take it to heart, not to mention that he didn't want to be here to participate in any other magical activities.

He just wants to take good care of his group of magical animals.

That's when it happened.

The freckled youth felt someone pat him on the back, and he quickly turned his head, and it turned out that it was the staff dressed in the system who was smiling at him, "Sir, you have arrived in New York." ”

Only then did the freckled young man realize that there was no one around, and he had been standing here for half a while, and the passengers had already disembarked and passed through customs. He smiled awkwardly, thanked the staff, and stepped off the captain's gangplank with his suitcase.

"Next!"

The loud voice of the customs officer echoed in the hall of the gate.

Freckled youths stood at the entrance, which looked like a big shack with many people lining up.

There was a long row of tables next to the dock with pens, stamps, and customs clearance papers, and behind the tables were solemn-looking American officials, some black, but mostly white.

Finally, it was the freckled youth's turn, and he handed over a slightly worn British passport.

"British, huh?" The customs officer checked the passport information and looked up at Newt.

"Yes." Freckled youth said.

"Newton Artemis Fedor Scamander." The customs officer muttered as he read, "First time in New York, Mr. Newt?" ”

"Yes." The freckled youth replied.

That's when it happened.

The lock of the suitcase placed by the freckled youth at his feet popped open automatically at an inopportune time.

"Is there anything edible in there?"

The customs officer frowned and couldn't help asking.

"No, no."

The freckled youth covered his breast pocket with one hand, as Pickett did not seem to be at ease.

"What about the livestock?" said the customs officer.

The lock popped open again, and the freckled youth looked down and closed it with lightning speed. "Gerald!" The freckled youth shouted angrily in his heart.

"Gotta fix the box..... uh, no."

The freckled youth scratched his head, as if he was a little weak-hearted.

"Let me see." The customs officer said sullenly, glancing at a look of suspicion.

The freckled youth hurriedly put the box on the desk between the two, and when he opened the box, he secretly turned a brass turntable on the lock and adjusted it to the normal state of the suitcase.

The customs officer turned the box in front of him, opened the lock, lifted the lid, and looked up at the freckled youth from time to time.

The freckled youth was so nervous that he put his hands behind his back and pretended to be relaxed and natural, trying to avoid the gaze of the customs officer.

There was nothing special in the chest, just some household items that the travelers had carried: a few plush pajamas, assorted maps, an old diary, a small alarm clock that looked a little rusty, a magnifying glass, and a Hufflepuff scarf. Of course, customs officials won't understand the meaning of a gold badger emblem embroidered with strange movements.

The customs officer smiled with satisfaction and handed over his passport, "Welcome to New York." ”

"Thank you."

The freckled youth picked up his box and walked out of the customs hall.

"We'll see you again!"

What the freckled young man didn't know was that just as he walked out of the customs building, not far behind him, a young man came out slowly......

The young man seemed to suddenly appear from the void, and it seemed to be transparent, and the group of people around him seemed to be completely invisible.

……

At this time.

Located on a long Gothic-style street near the City Hall subway station in New York.

On both sides are houses made of very similar brownstone stones. One of them has turned into rubble and rubble, which looks out of place.

Classic cars were parked on the streets, and many people gathered in front of the destroyed homes to talk.

A group of reporters and photographers wander aimlessly, hoping that something strange will happen, but knowing that there is little hope, they are not enthusiastic.

A reporter was interviewing a middle-aged man who looked excited. The two walked through the rubble, passing through two doors that had been spared from disaster.

"I was counting the bottles in the house, and then I saw — as if — like a gust of wind,—— and like a ghost," the reporter frowned, "but it was dark — I saw its eyes — sparkling white eyes," the witness said

"A Gust of Black Wind Has Eyes....." The reporter was expressionless, holding a notebook in his hand to record.

"It's pitch black, and then it swoops down and burrows into the ground—I swear to God..... it's right in front of me, and it's not my nonsense!" The witness went on to say that he repeatedly stressed that he was not mistaken.

Then.

A well-mannered man walked towards the ruins of the ruined building, well-dressed, handsome, and looked like a gentleman who had just entered middle age. His hair was jet black and shiny, with a hint of gray hair, neatly arranged on either side of his head.

"It's everywhere from now on," one officer told the crowd, "there's no control!" ”

(End of chapter)