Wait a minute!

Newt Scamander?

John stared at the young man eerily.

He remembered correctly, it was the name of the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

The book was first published in 1927.

After a moment of silence, John asked, "Has your book been published?"

"Books?" Newt asked, confused, "How do you know I'm writing a book?" A book that will allow more wizards to learn about magical beasts, I haven't officially published it yet."

Not published yet?

That is, now before 1927?

John took a deep breath.

Newt looked at his stance, and felt that the next second he would spew out dragon breath and ignite it all.

John calmed down and thought for a moment.

It seems that his own time flash has succeeded and failed.

It is true that I have successfully traveled through time to the future, but the problem is that I have only traveled through the future for more than twenty years.

There are still seventy years to go from the world I live in.

John had a headache, and he finally used the time flash to complete the crossing, but it was still not enough.

"We have to seize the next opportunity." Said to himself.

Time flash travel is full of randomness, and to get back exactly to your own year, I'm afraid it's not that easy, and you need some help.

For example, like the dastardly Helbo, set up an anchor point.

He looked up at young Newt, who was already an old man in John's day.

Young author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", the most authoritative magianist.

If Hagrid knew who he was with, he would have gone crazy with joy.

After all, Hagrid is also a person who is very fond of magical beasts.

"Where am I?" John looked around.

If Hagrid were allowed to come in here, he would be willing to be a half-giant guard for you for the rest of your life.

Completely, it is the standardized template of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

A sniffer crawled up to John's body, as if to take a fancy to his shiny scales.

"Ugh...... Oh, here's my case, I'm on my way to America," Newt said, still not used to the dragon talking, "I'm sending Frank to Arizona."

Newt said, only to see the dragon stunned.

John was dumbfounded, slept on his own, from Egypt to America?

Newt can't be blamed because John slept for too long.

Frank, the Thunderbird who was rescued with John, was almost well after Newt's treatment, while John had just woken up.

They were on a steamer, and Newt talked to John for a few words before going out to get ready to disembark.

Newt put on his peacock blue coat and climbed the ladder to leave.

After he left, John reached out and grabbed Sniff who had climbed up.

Sniff stared at John, a pair of pitiful little round eyes.

Immediately afterward, John's body began to shrink.

From an eighty-foot behemoth, it gradually changed back to human form.

Sniff was so frightened that the gold necklace in his pocket fell off.

John sniffed in one hand and pulled out his wand with the other.

When the Animagus transforms, he transforms the clothes on his body with them.

Thanks to this, John's transformation into a dragon and the newly made bag were preserved.

The basswood wand had been completely scrapped, and the broken wand was densely covered with cracks.

It's even more stumbling than Ron's wand used to be, and just holding it keeps dropping slag.

John swept his gaze over the magical beasts around him.

"Isn't this all over the ground?"

Shifting his gaze to Sniff, who was frightened by his own transformation, John smiled.

Sure enough, people who are Magizoologists are rich and don't know it, and these magical animals are enough to buy a wand

shop.

Sniff trembled with fright at John's smile, and John didn't bother with this little guy who liked shiny things.

Putting Sniff down and letting it go, John set his eyes on the Thunderbird.

My first wand was a Thunderbird wand, and now that I've encountered it, I don't mind reusing it.

...

It's a sunny day in New York today.

Seagulls hover overhead.

A large passenger ship passes by the Statue of Liberty, a huge statue gifted by France, which attracts tourists on board.

And on the bench, Newt wore that old blue coat, put the box on his lap, and whispered, "Dugol, be safe, you take care of that big guy, he's hurt."

He whispered like a weirdo.

There was a whine of protest from the chest, the dragon, you let me take care of an invisible beast?

I can't even fill him!

Soon the steamer docked.

In the crowd, Newt stepped off the gangplank.

Customs in the United States takes everyone's passport seriously.

Newt also pulled out his very worn-out passport, which made the customs frown as it went through inspection.

"British?" Customs scrutinized the passport's photograph with Newt's own.

Newt's gaze dodged the other's scrutiny.

As a social phobia, he seems powerless to deal with such a scene.

Newt: "Yes."

"First time in New York?" The customs officer asked again.

"Yes." Newt's gaze continued to dodge, and he seemed to have only one sentence.

Customs looked at Newt's box, a little suspicious, and asked, "Is there any food in it?"

Newt put his hands in his breast pockets, looking embarrassed in the face of the conversation.

"Nope."

"What about livestock?"

Customs found the person suspicious.

Newt tried his best to act natural, but his box made a noise at this point.

"Click."

The lockbox snapped open again, and it had been like this since it had been hit by the spell.

Newt quickly snapped it up and said unnaturally, "I've got to fix the box, uh...... Nope."

Customs locked its suspicious gaze on the box and said unquestioningly, "Let me take a look."

Newt had to put the crate on the table, but he had a quick idea to turn the brass turntable on the crate into Muggle mode.

When the customs opened the box, it was filled with simple pajamas as well as various maps.

A Hufflepuff scarf lay there quietly.

The inspection found nothing else, and customs returned the boxes and said what would have been said to everyone.

"Welcome to New York."

"Thank you." Newt took the box and passport.

...

John approached the Thunderbird.

The Thunderbird, who was rescued by Newt from the Fantastic Beast traffickers, is wary of strangers.

John held up a hand and unleashed psychic magic.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just need a feather."

His gaze swept over the Thunderbird's tail feathers.

Perhaps it was because John also had the ability to manipulate thunder and lightning, which made Thunderbird gradually let down his guard.

John walked over and gently stroked the Thunderbird's feathers with his hand.

"Give me a piece of your tail feathers, okay?" John's psychic magic eases the Thunderbird's mood.

The Thunderbird shook its body and led John to its resting place.

Newt divides different spaces in this ecosystem according to the characteristics of each magical beast.

The Thunderbird was in a wilderness, with several broken feathers.

These are automatically replaced when healing.

John stepped forward and picked up two, and he patted them

Pat the head of the Thunderbird.

With nothing to do, John walked around the place.

"This place is magical, excellent spatial magic."

This is a high-grade alchemy product, and I don't know if Newt made it himself or bought it.

Carving out a space the size of a valley requires a very high level of Traceless Stretching Spell, not to mention the many ecological spells inside.

Walking up to a tree, John stared at the cauldron on it.

This thing is hot on the black market because of its excellent lock-picking ability, which is even more powerful than the lock-picking charm.

Reaching out, those tree guards were extremely vigilant, sticking their tongues out at John.

John shrugged and continued to walk around the place.

The place where the moon idiot is located is night, and under the moonlight, the moon beast basks in the moonlight.

The horned camel is a rare breed, John looked at the horned camel couple with the little horned camel, and secretly sighed that it was Newt, this breed is almost endangered and he has successfully cultivated the next generation.

As he walked, John was intrigued by the place.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar aura.

John reversed direction and walked towards the place where the breath had come from.

It was next door to the Moon Idiot, and from the curtain next to it, a cold breath wafted out.

John approached that side, and he saw it.

It was a field covered in snow and ice.

In this place, there are no other magical beasts.

There is only one.

A black blob wrapped in bubbles.

"Silently."

John walked inside.

There was a black aura wafting from his eyes, as if he wanted to touch with Silent Ran.

"A poor silent one, who becomes silent after death."

Silent is not a fantastic beast, it is more of an emotionally dark force.

When a young wizard is not in control of his power, he may become a silent person when he is stimulated by a powerful stimulus.

It's like Ariana.

John was actually a silent one, and he was probably the only one who could control his power at will.

"Great power comes with trouble, equal exchange."

Waiting in front of Silent Ran, John's eyes flickered, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

The silent force approached John, and before he could touch it, John withdrew his hand.

He turned away from the place.

"I need to make myself a wand first."

Although it is possible to cast spells without a wand, it is still inconvenient to cast spells without a wand.

A bottle of soul potion was taken out of the bag, and a black book fell out at the same time.

John picked it up and glanced at it, "You are a scourge that lasts for a thousand years."

After drinking the soul potion, John's eyes were almost restored.

...