Wizards of Hogwarts

The next morning.

Mist filled the deck of the Elizabeth Fortress. A middle-aged man who was walking on the ship accidentally raised his head and glanced at the sea.

Then he saw her.

The middle-aged man turned around, pointed at her, and shouted to everyone on the boat: "America!"

When the fog cleared, the Statue of Liberty with a resolute look and a torch held high was reflected in the eyes of every passenger looking over there, and eager cheers suddenly sounded.A group of passengers leaned on the railing of the ship, looking excitedly at the land that was getting closer and closer, the bustling New York Harbor filled with high-rise buildings.

Newt sat alone on the bench, looking at the hurried passengers in front of him with an indifferent expression. There was the magical brown leather suitcase at his feet, which seemed out of place with the crowd around him.

Suddenly, a lock on the suitcase popped open automatically, and Newt, who noticed the situation, quickly closed it.

After glancing around warily, Newt picked up the box on the deck and put it on his lap. He lowered his head and whispered: "Dougal, be quiet, please. We'll be there soon, won't you?" Too long. Elrohir, if you can, can you help comfort Dugor?"

An extremely small sound came from the gap in the box, and no one except Newt could hear it.

"I'm sorry, Newt, I can't help. Dougal's postpartum depression is so severe that I can't even get close to it." Elrohir, who was in the shed inside the suitcase, put down the book in his hand and lifted it up. Start by speaking towards the entrance to the passage on the ceiling.

"Well, this is not something we can solve." Newt sighed, "We are almost arriving at New York Harbor. Let's talk later."

"Okay, I'm going to deliver food to those magical animals too."

After about a quarter of an hour.

Newt followed the mother with her child in front and slowly walked down the gangplank of the ship, holding the handle of the suitcase tightly in his hand.

Soon, Newt, who was following the crowd, walked to the immigration office next to the dock and handed over his passport.

A serious-looking customs official began to examine Newt's very worn-looking British passport and asked: "British, huh?"

Newt turned his head, not looking directly at the official's face, and just answered quickly: "Yes."

The customs officer asked again: "This is my first time in New York."

Newt said, "Yes."

The customs officer closed the passport and raised his hand to indicate Newt's suitcase: "Is there anything edible in the box?"

Newt said, "No."

The customs official asked, "What about livestock or pets?"

At this moment, the lock of the box popped open again. Newt immediately looked down and quickly closed it.

Newt glanced at the customs officer quietly and said with some embarrassment: "I don't have those things. However, I seem to have to repair the box."

The customs official looked suspicious and said, "Let me take a look."

Newt looked deeply at the customs officer, placed the box on the table between them, and secretly turned the brass dial to "Muggle mode."

Nothing unexpected happened this time.

"Welcome to New York," the customs official said.

Newt took his passport and box back and said, "Thank you."

Then Newt walked out of customs with a brisk step.

"To be honest, I almost scared me to death just now. If the people at MACUSA knew that a British wizard had caused such a big trouble at the immigration, I would probably have to spend the rest of my life in a prison here in the United States. Got through it." There was a natural and relaxed smile on Newt's face, and it was obvious that he didn't mean what he said, "Dougal really almost scared me to death."

"Is the boundary between wizards and ordinary people here in the United States so clear? Even the smallest accident will not be tolerated." Elrohir and Newt walked side by side after coming out of the magical beast suitcase. , asked doubtfully.

After leaving the customs just now, Newt immediately found a relatively remote alley and took Elrohir out of the box. He also took the time to communicate with Dougal for a while, soothing the manic mood. mother.

Now the two of them were walking on a busy street, and their clothes looked no different from those around them.However, Elrohir wore a black, wide-brimmed hat to cover his pointed ears.

"Yes, in my opinion, their laws are very backward. Wizards are not allowed to be friends with Muggles or marry them. I think this is quite ridiculous. You must know that many wizards today are from pure Muggles. Where's the family?" Newt said.

"I seem to hear something." Just as Elrohir was about to speak, a shrill whine mixed with a child's laughter reached his ears.

Elrohir doesn't pay attention to all sounds. Only those sounds that are obviously wrong will be caught by his "auditory nerve".

He immediately looked in the direction of the sound. With the advantage of being tall, Elrohir's view was not blocked by the flow of people on the street. He could see the few people gathered in a dark alley with almost no obstruction. The boy in the alley, and the little guy surrounded by them, was a black cat with two tails.

The two teenagers, who were obviously the "leaders", each grabbed one of the kitten's tails and pulled hard on both sides. The dirty cat kept screaming, but it had no effect. The boy with a mole under his eye bags was even grinning.

"There seems to be a lone magical animal there," Elrohir immediately said to Newt. He knew what kind of attitude this new good friend had towards magical animals.

"What?" Newt was surprised. He stood on tiptoes and looked in the direction Elrohir was pointing, but he couldn't see anything, only heads shaking.

"I'll go there first, otherwise the two-tailed cat will be torn to pieces by those children." After saying that, Elrohir immediately took steps and ran forward, and the crowded crowd did not hinder him at all. , as if a swimming fish got into the water.

Before Newt could react, Elrohir's figure disappeared into the crowd, and only a black wide-brimmed hat was left in sight, which was moving away.

When Newt finally panted to this dark alley and found Elrohir, he was holding the kitten in his arms, and the bad boys he mentioned before had disappeared.

The black kitten held by Elrohir was small and even gave people a skinny look. The dirty hair was stained with something unknown, making it look gray and wet.There was a deep, extremely obvious blood mark on his left hind leg, which looked like he had been chained.And its two most eye-catching tails were hanging weakly, and blood was even oozing out from the joints at the roots of the two tails. It was obvious that it had been seriously injured by the group of teenagers.

Noticing Newt's sudden arrival, the kitten immediately became vigilant and struggled to jump away from Elrohir's arms, but its physical condition and injured leg simply did not allow it to do such a thing. After violent movements, Elrohir finally covered his head with his hands and held him in his arms, unable to move.

"Oh Merlin's beard." Newt came over with a sad expression. He had seen countless magical animals in miserable situations, but every time he saw them next time, he still couldn't control the sadness in his heart.

"It should be a kind of magical animal." Elrohir gently stroked the kitten's back. The protruding spine felt like a dry and hard gear.

"If I guess correctly, it should be a cat from Japan, a type of civet cat. From the appearance, it is just a child and has almost no magical power to protect itself." Newt said, "I I don’t know how it came to the United States, but it must be the work of those damn magical animal hunters.”

"I thought you wouldn't say bad words, Newt." Elrohir stroked Nekomata's head.

"Most of the time not, but there are always times when I can't help it," Newt said. "This cat is seriously injured again. We have to treat it immediately, otherwise the injury will become serious."

Elrohir handed the kitten to Newt again. He knew that in addition to being a magizoologist, Newt was actually a relatively qualified pharmacist.

But the kitten didn't appreciate it at all. It even dragged its injured leg by force and hugged Elrohir's arm tightly with its limbs.It even hooked its nails on Elrohir's clothes just in case.

"Okay, let's go down together." Elrohir and Newt exchanged glances, and then hugged the cat back into their arms.

After a while, there was only an old brown suitcase standing on the ground in the alley.