The man walked up the steps of the ruined house, carefully examining the damage, and paying attention to what the people around him were saying, his expression curious and wary.

"Hey, Varf, what's that asked?" The photographer on the side asked the reporter in a low voice.

The reporter came to him and replied in the same low voice, "A gust of black wind, like atmospheric turbulence, is this kind of nonsense, and it is worthless." ”

"It's nonsense about the atmosphere again, or it's an electrical problem." Said the photographer.

"The response I got was an emotional gas or current, like a dark cloud of grumpy grums," another reporter said, "which might be a little more appropriate." ”

"Almost, no difference. This is already the third case. Said the photographer.

"Hey, should you go have a drink?" The first reporter said to them, "It's nerve-wracking. ”

"No, I'm quitting drinking. I promised Martha never to touch it again. The photographer excused himself.

"Let's go, I'll go with you." Another journalist said.

The wind gradually picked up and swirled around the house, accompanied by a high-pitched, high-pitched cry, like a ghost's cry, which was creepy. Only the man showed curiosity, and interest was strong.

Suddenly, there was a series of earth-shattering noises on the street. All of them turned their heads to find the source of the sound, their eyes widening in horror: a partition wall connecting to another dwelling in the upper right corner of the ruins suddenly cracked, and the rubble on the ground began to shake violently, as if it had been hit by an earthquake, and then exploded. A mysterious force that appeared to be a black cloud broke away from the building, shuttled under the gravel of the ruins, rolled up many broken bricks, and then appeared in the middle of the street, sprinting along the road with ferocious and rapid movements. A guy was almost knocked off, but he leaned back against the classic car so that he didn't fall down. Many of the vehicles on the road were knocked down, and some survived the heavy impact, and the goods and daily necessities on the trunks were scattered all over the ground.

Mystical forces soar into the air in rapid motion, hovering through the city, navigating the streets and alleys, smashing through the thick walls of a building before rampage into the City Hall subway station.

The glass at the entrance to the subway station shattered the moment it slid in, and pedestrians crouched down screaming and holding their heads.

The man continued to inspect the destruction of the street along the cracks left by the mysterious power, a slight look of consternation on his face.

No one noticed, and there was a mixture of roaring and shouting from deep underground.

"Now it's time to find Silence, I can't let these magical creatures spoil my good deeds, but ......"

The man's brow furrowed, as if he was a little puzzled, "Who brought these magical creatures to these Muggle worlds?" ”

……

Less than three hundred meters from the destroyed street.

The originally slightly silent sky suddenly heard a slightly shrill shout.

"The sparkling wisdom of mankind, this great city, with its theaters, cars, tape recorders and electric lights, dazzles us and bewitches us! It's like a witch has cast a spell on us—"

Newt, who was strolling around the city center, was immediately attracted by the shouting and went away, finding that he had just arrived at his destination.

A small makeshift stage next to the wide steps of the city bank was crowded with people. A woman in her thirties, dressed in a puritanical outfit from the twenties, is full of enthusiasm and charisma. A man standing behind her held a flag with a sign on it: a pair of hands proudly clutching a broken wand in a dazzling yellow and red flame.

This woman is actually no one else, and anyone who has seen where the Fantastic Beasts are should know that this woman is Mary Lou Barrebon, who was later killed by Credence Byerburne.

A crazy woman.

Newt slowed down and looked at Mary Lew with the same gaze as he observed another species: no criticism, only interest.

However, he obviously didn't notice that in a corner of the crowd, a pair of eyes were already firmly fixed on him.

"But where there is light, there is shadow, friends. There is something lurking in our city, waiting to be destroyed! And then disappear without a trace! ”

Mary Lou Hoon's high-pitched voice surrounded the square.

"This is an anti-magic organization!"

Newt's brow furrowed slightly, and he thought of it for the first time.

That's when it happened.

On the other side of the street.

A very obese man hurried here, and he was almost hit by a classic car. He was dressed in a very ill-fitting suit, with two beards at the corners of his mouth, and carried a shabby brown leather suitcase with unknown contents.

"Borrow it, baby. I just wanted to go to the bank - borrowed it - I just—" the man said hastily.

The man rushed forward and didn't find Newt in front of him, he tripped over Newt's box and fell to the ground, Newt hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him up.

"I'm sorry, my box—" Newt said.

"Out of the way." The man struggled on, and without looking at Mary Lew, went straight up the steps of Mary's bank.

This fat man is none other than Jacob Kowalski, one of the main characters in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, a Polish-American No-Maj who dreams of opening a bakery.

On December 6, 1926, today, he went to the Steen National Bank in the hope of applying for a $2,300 loan, but was unfortunately denied by the bank.

"Excuse me!" Jacob said back to the crowd.

The commotion around Newt caught Mary Lew's attention.

"You, friend! Why are you here today? Mary Lou said to Newt with sensation.

Newt's face couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Oh..... I just... Just passing by.

"You're a seeker?"

Mary Lew asked, pausing before continuing, "Searching for the truth?" ”

"Actually, I'm more of a chaser." Newt paused, obviously absent-mindedly.

The crowd didn't understand what Newt meant, and Mary Lou didn't seem to mind and let Newt go for the time being.

"Listen to my proverbs and heed my warnings! Dare to ridicule in spite of it, but the truth will always be confirmed, and the wizard is among us! Maybe it's any of them! Mary Lou continued to preach the Second Salem with impassioned sermon.

Behind Mary.

There was a constant flow of people at the gate of the bank, and a well-dressed man passed by, and suddenly took a one-dollar coin from his pocket and threw it to the beggar who was sleeping on the steps.

The coin fell slowly, landing on the steps and tumbling a few times, making a sharp clattering sound.

"Squeak Squeak......"

The next moment.

In Newt's suitcase, there was a sudden sound similar to a mouse's chirp.

Not only that, but with this chirp, Newt's suitcase shook violently at the same time.

(End of chapter)