The wind howled and swept across the rock wall, and a few pieces of rubble had just been swept out before being pulled back into place by the gray light.

The huge ptarmigan pecked the delicious food in the stone trough comfortably in the deafening roar, and sometimes rubbed the spoiled boy next to him like a coquettish.

Ani hugged the arched head again and patted it twice, "Sanchez, good boy, good boy, feed yourself first, I'll go see Papara, the due date is next month, then we can go and see the 9th horned camel beast in existence." ”

After saying that, he jumped off the cliff, and in the howling wind, a piece of falling feathers chased after him, and after touching Aini's back, it turned into two huge wings and swooped down with him.

After a few seconds, the wind and thunderstorm were all gone, and in the warm sunlight, the snashi trees stretched their branches.

Of course, in the wizarding world, they are known as the Guardian Tree.

Landing on the edge of the forest, her wings turned back into long feathers and flew into the small pocket on Aini's chest.

Several tree guards jumped over like swings together, most of them tightly grabbed Aini's hair and shoulders, only a little unlucky guy and Aini came to a head meeting, and rolled down in a daze, but fortunately the reaction was timely and hung upside down on the corner of Aini's clothes, swaying comically.

"Oh, Tutu, Poppy...... you guys are really naughty little devils." Ani casually spilled a handful of turtles and floated next to the little ones, and several tree guards swayed their bodies, happy like children who got their beloved candy.

Tutu, who was still hanging in the corner of his clothes, immediately gave up his intention to join his companions, and hung upside down like that, sending the floating turtle into his mouth, and looking at Ani with a wink. The long companionship allowed Aini to understand what Tutu meant.

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Satisfied! Ani is the best!

The tree in front of her was a giant among the magical Guardian Trees, and when Newt found her 40 years ago, a thunderbolt had just struck her.

No way, she was too tall, even taller than the cedar tree next to her.

Truth be told, Aini doesn't think it's scientific at all.

But it's magical. Especially after the lightning strike, after Newt's careful care, the recovered Gedia became more and more spiritual, able to respond to external information to a certain extent, and even expressed her love for the new name.

"Gdia, look what good things I've brought you." After calming the naughty little thing, Aini took out a large bottle containing 1 gallon of unknown liquid from the small pocket on his chest, well, I believe no one would object to it if it was a glass bucket.

Unscrewing the lid, the solution in the bottle swirled into the sky, and soon formed a rain cloud that covered the entire forest, and the sparse raindrops fell on the canopy, washing the whole picture more green.

A "small" branch as thick as Ani's arm stretched out, gently caressing his face, expressing gratitude, and faintly, a little green light seemed to pour out of the forest, cheering and jumping beside the boy, and then scrambling to merge with him.

It also brought the joy and joy of Aini's friends in the trees, for a while, a beam of sunlight hit Aini's face through the branches, and the smile on the young man's face was so bright and pure, this rare flash of light in the busy city, so that the wind that never stopped moving became lazy, sticky and greasy and unwilling to leave.

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Dorset.

Standing on the blue shore of the blue sea, this ancient territory of England, a brownstone hut full of Manhattan-style style from the beginning of the last century grows tenaciously on the cliff, carefully stepping back at high tide to avoid the more exciting waves.

The afterglow of the setting sun dresses the natural arches of the shore in a dignified and flamboyant manner, but it is difficult to win back the attention of the man in the house.

Two old men, or rather young people, were lying in rocking chairs, affectionate and friendly – sharing snacks.

Well, watching the old man on the left awkwardly pull the chocolate frog's hind legs out of his nostrils and put them back into his mouth, it's hard to imagine that this person in front of him is Albus Dumbledore, known as the greatest wizard of our time, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and the chief mage of the Wizengamot.

There is no doubt that the three cats next to him, staring at each other's beards with disgust, whether it is chocolate or some kind of inexplicable secretion, is Newt Scamander, who is also a famous authority on magical beasts.

Whether in terms of mentality, vitality or physical state, the two of them are far from being old, perhaps in addition to their appearance, the only thing that ordinary people can call a long time, those who love, hate, cheerful, sad, constantly reminiscing or unwilling to mention the memories can make them more worthy of being two old people who have experienced vicissitudes.

"Behold, Albus." Newt carefully pulled a Daily Prophet from his lap and handed it to Dumbledore.

There was no way, just a few seconds ago, the newspaper was pressed against half of Moeller's body, and one of Millie's front paws. And for Newt, every magical beast is family, and he always treats them gently.

Watching Dumbledore take over the somewhat crumpled Daily Prophet, Newt pointed to a page and said with a teasing smile, "My great Headmaster, are you proud to have such a good graduate?" ”

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow obliquely, and the half-moon lenses reflected a name - Rita Skeeter.

"Truth be told, while that reporter's remarks were somewhat exaggerated, it's unbelievable that a wizard should be struck down by a Muggle. School life at Hogwarts is a bit too laid-back," Newt and Dumbledore have been friends for many years, not only as teachers and students, but also as like-minded friends, so naturally they don't have too many worries about talking. "You know, sooner or later, that person will reappear, and then these poor children may not even be able to cast the Iron Armor Charm, at least let them have the ability to run for their lives when they encounter those doglegs."

"Maybe you're right, Newt." Putting down the newspaper, Dumbledore looked at the old man beside him and said sincerely, "That person was too strong in incitement before, since he was in school, second only to ......"

Dumbledore paused, his eyes dazed, as if the name he was about to utter brought back some memories of him.

"Yes, second only to Gellert, I've been worried about ......"

"I know, Albus, I can imagine that some of those who had been there would have returned to him, and some young men who had not experienced war, or bewildered by so-called glory, or blinded by the interests of the heart, or succumbed to diffuse terror, or even as a blind follower, and threw themselves under his command." Newt also looked at Dumbledore, he could understand the old man's struggle, but understanding did not mean approval.

"Albus, I recognize your concerns, maybe some of them, a small or a large part of them, may choose a very different path than we do, but now they are only students, and they are the future of the wizarding world."

Dumbledore crossed his hands, the nail of his index finger tapping lightly, "Newt, you convinced me, even though I already had a plan in place to deal with it. Maybe my long-term experience has made me more willing to deal with those troublesome things by myself, but you are right, everyone has the right to choose and protect, not to be chosen by me, a bad old man. ”

"It's not that serious, Albus", Newt waved his hand, "you've been guarding this land for decades. ”

"But some of your actions in the past ten years really make us wonder, you seem to be too tolerant of some people, after the Wizarding War, the British wizarding world is like a horse-shaped water monster thrown into the desert, shrinking terribly."

"Ha, Newt. You've become more patient, I thought you would have spoken a few years ago. Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, Dumbledore continued, "When a sheep becomes the leader of a pack of lions, he knows that he is not strong enough to make the lions more cowardly than the sheep. ”

"After 1980, the British wizarding world, which had experienced two wizarding wars, became extremely sensitive, and its strong resistance to individuals also reached its peak."

Dumbledore paused, his deep gaze as if he had gone back in time with the white spray in the distance.

"After Bagno's departure last year, Fudge was a good choice, eloquent, sociable and, more importantly, not having deep roots and not overwhelmingly superior in strength. It can re-establish order more quickly and help the British wizarding world heal faster. ”

"Fudge and those pure-blood little tricks certainly can't hide it from me. However, Newt, everything has its own laws, and unpopular measures will inevitably not last long, and someone will naturally let him step down. ”

"But this person can't be me, Newt. For me, it's not hard for me to explore mysteries, to grab power, to collect fame, but what must be done and must be done is—"

Dumbledore paused again, and another voice rang out at the same time as his answer.

"Self-restraint."

"Self-restraint!"

Dumbledore and Newt looked at each other in unison, and laughter broke the dull atmosphere.

"Haha, yes, self-restraint. Newt, but it looks like I might be going to cause them a little trouble, Dumbledore, who was laughing in the distant ......, suddenly stopped and looked at Newt with some unease.

"Oh, Moller", Newt flicked off his furry tail towards his cheek, looking at Dumbledore as well. His throat moved, and he felt like he was about to say something, but then he pursed his lips and shifted the atmosphere to silence again.

In the time that followed, it seemed that a curtain had been closed and reopened, and the previous scene of laughter and Yan Yan had come to an end, and the new chapter was obviously not themed on joy.

The cats raised their heads and looked out the window suspiciously, wondering, how could it be as if a typhoon had passed into a low pressure mass, but before their sleeping little heads could figure out the situation, a wafting fragrance hooked them to the corridor.

Soon, under the seduction of the gluttonous worm, the three meows quickly took place in the kitchen, followed by Dumbledore's slightly muffled voice.

"Yes, Newt. I just came back and it's still the same...... Difficult to approach, and there is no significant change in intensity......"

The sound of the kitchen was intermittent, but Polpentina who was busy in the kitchen clearly knew what they were talking about, and the fried fish and chips, which had been dancing happily to the wand, were also lying limply in the pan after a puff of black smoke, revealing a bitter taste.

"Mom, I'm hungry, and Ex has to pester me to play, it's too exhausting."

Aini's voice could be heard in the distance, and Tina hurriedly cleaned up the spatula and started cooking again.

"Okay baby, you take a rest first, and we'll start eating right away."

The bitter smell is swept away, and the fragrance of life wafts in the air, saying that time can heal everything, but the better medicine than it is family affection and hope.