The raccoon dog is a very intelligent creature.

They also have a long lifespan.

Scamander is very fond of this interesting little creature, especially when he is older, his body has difficulty reacting, and he needs the help of this little creature in the process of contact with magical beasts. They can capture the emotions of strange and magical creatures, whether they are kind or malicious, dangerous or safe, and can even help to soothe.

The people in the room were attracted by their strangeness.

Creatures like cats rarely show this state.

Although they bear the name of "cat" and look like cats, they are after all a kind of magical creature of the "3X" level, and at the same danger level as it, there is also a winged beast with the body of a hippogriff. Ordinary big cats, lions, tigers, and other creatures that are several times larger than cats and raccoons will not be the match for cute kittens.

Especially since they're not ordinary cats.

They are raccoon cats bred by Scamander.

Following Scamander's side, you will always see rare and dangerous magical creatures that are rarely seen, such as some ptarmigan, long-horned water snake, cystic leopard, especially these cats and civets have eaten and lived with fire dragons for several years.

It's a raccoon dog that has seen strong winds and waves.

"Hobie?"

"Millie?"

Scamander spoke, a little confused.

"Is there anything bad outside the door?"

Even when Noble was sent over, a cute, dangerous but charming Norwegian ridgeback dragon didn't make his three cats nervous to this extent.

The three cats didn't have time to pay attention to him, staring at the door earnestly.

"More dangerous than Noble?" He asked again.

One of them turned his head and replied impatiently, with a high-pitched cry.

"I'm afraid we can't stay here anymore." Scamander stood up and waved his wand. An old crate flew out of the room, and as it flew, the food on the table parted, just enough to make room for the crate.

Click.

The box opens.

"Come on in." Scamander Jane choked, "I think we're going to have to have a not-so-good Christmas." ”

The cats raccoon raccoon raccoon swooped into the box.

The two sniffers came out of the corner, still picking up the ornaments along the way, and they knew that Scamander would not have any problem with what they were doing at this time.

His children and grandchildren also got into the boxes with ease.

"Be careful yourself." Scamander's wife, Tina Goldstein, also walked towards the box, "I have a very dangerous feeling. ”

"Write a good letter in the box, for Dumbledore's." Scamander nodded, and when the last futon rolled into the box, he closed it with a "clang" - and the door was smashed open, and the pieces of wood flew and fell apart.

A team of knights in black armor burst in.

With a cold wind and a chill.

At the head is a man with a long staff, who is the navigator of the wild hunters and the golden boy of the Ayn El clan, Calanhill.

"You're what Dumbledore said about the Wild Hunt?" Scamander looked at them and raised his wand.

"Newt Scamander, the best Fantastic Beasts master?" Kalanhill also raised the staff in his hand and spoke, his voice hoarse and fierce, "You still have many rare magical animals in your hands. ”

"Don't resist, in front of us."

Scamander still holding his wand: "It seems that you are, for the first time. ”

"Then, goodbye."

He waved it slightly.

Phantom Shifting!

The world knows that Scamander is an extremely good master of magical beasts, but few people know that he is also an extremely good master of illusion shifting.

A bright light erupted from the staff of Calanhill.

But. The spell failed and could not be kept.

"I interfered with him, and I couldn't run too far." Karanhill's voice stuttered for a moment, "I've planted marks on my body as well. ”

He was a little surprised.

It was the first person to be able to escape with a phantasm, though only three times.

The first two times, those two men had also attempted apparition.

However, after already understanding some of the spells of this world, Calanhill, who is good at space teleportation spells, has studied some small spells in a targeted manner, and the effect is obviously very good, the first two people have not been able to escape, with his years of experience in learning magic, since he can stop those two people, he should naturally be able to stop the third person.

He remembered that the young man named Crouch had written in the spell book they had given them that the magic of this world was the power of the mind.

The same magic.

In the hands of different people, due to the different spiritual powers, they can exert different powers, and even have different properties.

Is that one of the reasons?

He waved his wand and opened the portal.

On a wilderness in Dorset.

Space distorted.

With a crisp "pop", Scamander appeared in the air in embarrassment.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

He shouted, waved his wand, cast a levitation charm on himself, and tumbled to the ground.

For the first time, subconsciously observe the surrounding environment.

There was no sign of the Noma chicken, and there was no sign of the wild hunt.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, opened the box, and an owl immediately flew out, fluttering its wings, flying towards the north quickly, touching it with his hand, taking out a bottle of potion, uncorking the bottle, and taking it, the pain left on his body by falling has dissipated a lot, after all, he is more than a hundred years old, and his body is far less than when he was young.

He raised his wand.

A portal opened in front of him.

The white light spreads out, distorting the space around it, enveloping this small world in this enchantment.

Phantom Shifting!

Scamander didn't hesitate and cast the spell again.

There was no attempt to fight back.

He fled, waiting for the time when the hunt couldn't interfere with him, or when Dumbledore came to his rescue.

The hunt is in hot pursuit.

They are always the first to catch up.

Until the fifth teleportation.

Scamander fell from the air again, but not so unlucky, landing in a city, and the hard concrete ground caused him more damage.

Snort-

A car brakes hard and suddenly.

The driver looked incredulously at the two-story shop, at least thirty feet from the road, and couldn't understand why a man had suddenly fallen.

The portal opens.

The Wild Hunters come out.

White frost and cold poured out.

Scamander propped himself up, glancing at the cars and the pedestrians on both sides of the street, the Ministry of Magic was in real trouble this time, how could it always happen to this kind of thing himself.

Escape?

I'm afraid not.

He raised his wand, and the street fence twisted and twisted, condensing into a giant fist, and slammed into the group of wild hunters.

Let's hope that the turmoil in the city will attract the Aurors as soon as possible.

(End of chapter)