If Rove really ran to Margaery's bed to sleep, with this woman's crazy personality, she would definitely be able to pull Queenie to block the bed.

Narov really sniffed into the vault - not a thief but a thief.

Therefore, in order not to break his three legs, he decided to stay in his room honestly.

But letting Margaery sleep in her own box was obviously not a good idea either.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, Margaery climbed out, woke Rove with her hands, and dragged him to the top of the Statue of Liberty to watch the sunrise.

After sunrise, he was dragged to the sea, and Margaery brought a surfboard to try to teach Rove to surf......

But unfortunately, Rove learned his brain, but not his hands and feet, and choked on a lot of seawater, so he angrily turned to catch razor clams on the beach.

If digging clams is a matter of luck, then catching clams requires some skill.

As a professional sea-catcher, Rove first peeled off a layer of sand with his hands, then poured a little milky white salt into the small hole, and the hole would spray water outward, and then the long, thick clams would poke their heads out.

In the process of capturing Rove, he also got the task issued by the system, asking him to capture a clam king, and finally got the skill of spraying water...... The effect is that the spray is straight and far.

It can only be said that when you are old in the future, you will have this skill to spare, and you will no longer have to worry about wetting your shoes with the wind.

Margaery dragged Rove in this way and went crazy in New York for several days, during which time he was still in the bakery, working as a schoolboy, learning how to bake with Jacob.

Once he learns it, Rove can buy an oven and make his own cakes...... Walking in the magical world these years, there are many skills that are not pressing.

In this way, Rove spent a week in New York before saying goodbye to the Margaret family and preparing to leave for Arizona...... Ptarmigan Sanctuary.

He's going to find Newt and Tina.

Newt has properties in almost every part of the world, but his houses are located in the middle of nowhere, either in virgin forests or in various magical animal sanctuaries.

There isn't much added value.

Newt has a house in the Arizona Ptarmigan Sanctuary, and he recently took Tina to spend time there for two, by the way...... Study the Thunderbird.

But the Ptarmigan Sanctuary is not a place where wizards can go if they want to.

Like the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary, there has been a lot of poaching for many years, and the Magic Congress has put in place strict entry and exit measures to protect the safety of the Thunderbirds.

To enter the Sanctuary, you will first need to apply to the Magical Congress.

Similar to a wand permit, applicants must have no criminal record, especially no record of trafficking in smuggled magical creatures.

As a good boy with excellent character and learning, Rove would definitely not do such a lawless thing, besides, the Scamander family has a good reputation in the wizarding world and is known for their honest duties.

All right...... There are people in the Congress, which is the main reason why Rove was successfully approved, otherwise the surname Scamander alone would be enough for the staff to meet and study it for several days.

At this time, standing in front of the fireplace, Rove carried a black suitcase, waved goodbye to Queenie and Jacob, and said:

"Thank you for your care...... Good bye! ”

Rove picked up a pinch of shiny powder, threw it into the flame, and with a snort, the fire turned green, and he went straight into the fire, shouting:

"Arizona Ptarmigan Sanctuary!"

Rove's body was engulfed in tongues of fire, and he seemed to be sucked into a huge socket hole, and his body was spinning rapidly.

With a deafening whistling sound, Rove saw a series of furnace doors flashing by the ground, and by the time he landed, he was already standing in front of a spacious fireplace.

It is a small open-air square with many people and tourists.

In the center of the square, there is a fountain made of red bricks, the water in which smells of rust, and in the center of the spring is a huge bronze ptarmigan statue, more than 20 meters high.

Between the Thunderbird's claws there are two cross-lightning bolts and a large dark cloud.

Rove walked through the crowd and up the marble steps, and around the corner he saw a statue of a young wizard with a black chest in his hand.

Rove stopped to watch and couldn't help but smile.

"This is the statue of Mr. Newt Scamander," the guide next to him introduced to the wizard.

"The Magic Congress, in honor of Mr. Scamander, rescued the next ptarmigan from smugglers in Egypt and sent it all the way back to the United States, thus erecting a statue......"

Underneath the statue is a large stone tablet with a protective order signed by former President of the Magical Congress of the United States, Serafina Piquelli, identifying the ptarmigan as a protected species.

In fact, the establishment of the entire Thunderbird Sanctuary was promoted by Newt back then, and in that era, few people except him protected endangered magical creatures.

Rove looked at the statue for a moment, and a pair of slender hands suddenly put on his shoulders and wrapped them around the boy's neck.

A familiar voice sounded. "Little Rove, hurry up, what are you doing here?"

Rove turned his head to see a blonde girl behind him, and he exclaimed, "Margaery, you...... How did it come? ”

"I'm here to protect you, my sister doesn't worry about you, a minor wizard, shuttling alone through the dangerous Thunderbird Sanctuary."

Margaery blinked and smiled, "Isn't it very impressive?" ”

"When you just said goodbye, you were so excited, crying and hugging?" Rove was speechless, this crazy woman was really a performative personality.

Margaery laughed, and then her charming and beautiful face, leaning near Rove, exhaled like a lan, and hummed:

"That's why I said that you have no conscience, I'm so sad, you left without looking back."

"Don't you have to go to work?" Rove wondered.

"It's just an internship, and I've quit." Margaery stretched, unconcerned, "I'm tired of that job. ”

In fact, if it weren't for waiting for Rove at the port, she wouldn't have applied for that position at all.

"I'm now a trainee reporter for The New York Ghost." Margaery pulled out a camera out of nowhere and took a picture of Rove.

"I'm here with a job, too." Margaery narrowed her eyes and smiled like a vixen.

"On behalf of The New York Ghost, I have come to interview you, Mr. Scamander...... About Blake, and how you found the Blue-Eyed Toad and helped the Aurors unravel the Purge's plot...... You're not going to turn me down, are you? ”

"Do you pay for interviews?" Rove asked: "I'm somewhat famous now, and it's not just any cat or dog that can be interviewed." ”

"Who do you say is a cat and a dog?" Margaery grabbed Rove's ears and tugged at him gently, "You've grown up all over your body now, and your guts are getting fatter and fatter!" ”

"I didn't say you...... But you can't be interviewed for free, right? Rove hurriedly said.

"There's a chance to make it, and you still know the unspoken rules of my little reporter?"

Margaery pretended to be resentful, reached out and pinched the young man's increasingly angular face, and said, "But if it's you......"

"Get out!"

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