When Arthur arrives on the playground, Professor Hooch directs students from both academies to practice their flying skills.

When she saw Arthur return, she waved her arm and asked Arthur to come to her.

"Mr. Pendragon, because of his enthusiasm for helping his classmates. I'm going to reward you with 40 points."

"Thank you, helping my classmates is what I should do."

Arthur's expression remained calm, but Professor Hooch, who had already developed a good impression of his behavior, did not hesitate to let it go. Instead, he patted Arthur on the shoulder and smiled heartily.

"I see you're the first to successfully ride a broomstick off the ground. Your flying talent should be high. If you're interested in playing Quidditch, I can recommend you to Flint, the Quidditch captain at your house."

In addition to teaching flying lessons, Professor Hodge also serves as a referee for Hogwarts Quidditch matches.

She loves the game of Quidditch and wants students with a high talent for flying to join the great ball game of Quidditch.

"This... I probably don't have time."

Arthur shook his head. Seeing Professor Huo Qi's puzzled expression, he continued to explain.

"Professor Hooch, you should know Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, it was the first book I wrote..."

"You mean you've been writing lately and don't have time for Quidditch training, right?"

"Yes, Professor Hooch."

After listening to Arthur's explanation, Professor Huo Qi's face showed a very obvious look of regret.

Although it is very desirable that Arthur, who has a talent for flying, can join Quidditch. But she also respects Arthur's choice.

"Write well, my nephew and I like you very much. Looking forward to your new work!"

With a word of encouragement to the genius writer in front of her, Professor Hooch stretched out his arm to let the broomstick on the ground fly into her hand, and then handed it to Arthur.

"But now it's flying lessons, and you still have to practice your flying skills." Professor Hooch chuckled.

"Okay."

......

In a gorge somewhere in Dorset, three cute and lively cats frolic on the roof of a stone-made hut.

At this time, a kind-faced old woman pushed open the wooden door, carried three portions of food, and barked a few times at the roof.

When the cats who were scuffling together heard the cries of their masters, they immediately stopped their movements, quickly separated, went down the roof along the eaves, and ran to the old grandmother.

They rubbed affectionately on the old woman's calf, making the old woman laugh.

It wasn't until the old grandmother put the food in her hand in the rice bowl on the floor that they meowed a few times and left the old grandmother's side to eat the food of the day.

The old woman squatted down slowly, her wrinkled hand gently caressing the cat's back. The smooth touch of the fur and the whirring sound of the cat made her laugh.

At this time, there was a burst of laughter in the room.

"Professor Scamander, you are the most authoritative magical biologist in the wizarding world, I have a question for you."

After tasting a sumptuous lunch, Arthur, who was already familiar with Scamander, asked Professor Scamander with a serious face.

"Hehe, just ask if there's anything. You don't have to be so polite every time you speak."

When the old man leaning on the wooden chair heard this, he realized that Arthur should want to ask questions about magical creatures, and a kind smile appeared on his thin, freckled old face.

He liked the young man in front of him very much, looking at his calm appearance, as if he saw himself back then.

"Well, I'd like to ask, have you ever heard of a creature like a croissant?"

Arthur glanced at Dumbledore beside him, and saw that he was struggling with strawberry pudding or mango jam sandwich biscuits, and didn't look at himself, so he asked.

"Sheep's horn black fish... is a very ancient creature. No one has been able to find them for a long time. Lots of magic

Biologists think it's extinct."

Scamander closed his eyes and thought for a moment before he said to Arthur.

"Extinct? But I've never seen a record of it in a book, and if it's really extinct, there should be a record."

When Arthur heard that the black fish had become extinct, his expression darkened, and he said with some loss.

If there is no croissant blackfish in this world, if he wants to take the potion on the yellow paper, he can only exchange it for 50,000 gold galleons from the audience's sister.

Fifty thousand gold Galleons of foreign debt, Arthur doesn't want to be burdened.

The sister of the audience told him that the potion could enhance his physical fitness and increase the magic power in his body by 30%.

Arthur needs 20 gold gallons a day to maintain normal body functioning and make him look like a normal person. To put it simply, if he doesn't know 20 gold galleons a day to renew his life, he will die directly.

If this potion can really increase his physique, will it get him out of this state of immortality?

Regarding this question, Arthur asked the audience sister, but the other party only said, "There will be a chance..."

A very ambiguous answer, but one that gave Arthur hope.

"Hehe, that's because the croissant only lives in certain caves and pools, and it doesn't have any valuable materials on it, so wizards don't have much to record about it."

"Then how did it become extinct?" Arthur asked retortingly, somewhat reluctantly.

"I don't know. I guess it has something to do with its habits."

"That's right. That's a shame, I was thinking about studying this creature."

Hearing Scamander's words, Arthur said disappointedly.

"Hehe, I didn't expect a genius writer to be interested in studying magical creatures."

Seeing that Arthur was a little lost, Scamander joked.

"Because I wrote it, I needed to look up a lot of information. Recently, I was working on a new book to put in the croissant, so I came up with the idea to learn more about it."

For the preparation of the ingredients, an explanation of a thousand essential oils. There is no suspicion that he has another purpose.

"Well, I have an ancient book here that contains some information about the black fish. Hope it works for you."

With that, Scamander stood up and walked towards the bookcase in the living room beside him. It wasn't long before he returned to the table with an old book.

"This is a travel journal written by an adventurer in the Middle Ages, and there is a paragraph detailing the sighting of a black fish in a cave on a lonely island."

"When I was younger, I followed the information above and tried to find that island, but alas... Ahh

Scamander handed the ancient book to Arthur, recalling that he had been adrift on the sea for a month and had not been able to find the island. That sense of regret was born from my heart again.

"Thank you, I'll read the book carefully."

Arthur held the ancient book in both hands and nodded solemnly in promise.