Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

Dean couldn't wait to drag his luggage in and found himself standing on a hanging ladder that reached the sky. The top of the ladder was connected to the entrance to the outside world.

Dean looked around and found that he had simply entered a paradise of magical creatures.

The space inside the suitcase is extremely large, and mountains, rivers, forests, deserts... almost all environments in the world can be found here.

This place seems to be a paradise, where countless magical creatures that have only been seen in books live together in harmony.

Rolf, who entered first, and a little old man with an ugly face and a cane stood in what looked like an African tropical desert, waving to Dean.

The smoking horned beast in front of them lay helpless on the ground, looking absolutely terrible.

"Let me introduce, this is Dean Thomas, Gryffindor, first year. He just used a beautiful Patronus spell to knock down the Poison Horned Beast." After Rolf finished speaking to the little old man, he rushed to Dean winked: "This is my grandpa, Newt Scamander. I guess you should have heard of him."

"You, you are Mr. Newt Scamander - no, Master?" Dean couldn't even speak clearly. He had just recognized this little old man - every Fantastic Beasts... On the title page of "Where", there is a magical photo of this little old man wearing a meticulously dark peacock blue coat.

In front of such a great magizoologist, and branding his venomous horned beast... Dean felt that the first impression he had made on Newt must have been terrible.

Sure enough, the system, unwilling to be left alone, released another task at this time:

"Mission: Earn Newt Scamander's forgiveness

Because you injured the poison horn raised by the famous magical zoologist Newt Scamander, try to get his forgiveness.

Reward: Activate Newt Scamander's bond, favorability +50. "

Dean simply couldn't complain about the system that did not make trouble too big. As soon as he completed the task of capturing the Poison Horned Beast, he was allowed to obtain Master Newt's forgiveness.

Newt nodded at Dean, stretched out his hand and gave Rolf a brain adze: "You brat, don't try to fool me! How can the Patronus Curse knock down the Poison Horned Beast? Are you bullying me for being old and forgetful? ?”

"You are obviously getting stronger~" Rolf rubbed Newt's shoulders flatteringly, and whispered to Dean: "Normally he is a very kind little old man, but once it comes to magical animals, he will become - Very scary!"

"You brat, you're talking bad about me behind my back again! Do you think I can't hear you?" Newt gave Rolf another slap in the face, pretending to be angry.

"Grandpa, aren't you deaf?" Rolf said in surprise.

"Who said that, who said that!" Newt hit Rolf with his cane, making him scream.

Dean could see that Newt didn't use any force at all, and Rolf deliberately screamed miserably just to please Newt.

"Grandpa! You'd better take a look at the Poison Horned Beast first!" After joking for a while, Rolf reminded him quietly.

"Oh oh oh~ I almost forgot my little cutie~" Newt said and rushed towards the poison horn beast.

"My grandpa is old and has become a bit like a child recently. Don't mind." Rolf whispered to Dean.

"...It's understandable." Dean calculated. Newt was almost a hundred years old. It was normal to behave like this. Otherwise, he wouldn't be called an old kid.

The question is how to complete his task?

"Rolf, Professor Dumbledore should be much older than Mr. Newt, right? Why doesn't he have similar symptoms?" Dean asked curiously.

"Because my grandfather did not use any method to delay aging, he said he hoped to grow old slowly with my grandma." Rolf said helplessly.

"That's really a big loss to the magic world." Dean said with regret.

If Voldemort had Newt's mentality, so many tragedies would not have happened. Unfortunately, Voldemort may never understand what true happiness is.

"Strong electric shocks cause serious damage to the body, leading to severe physical exhaustion..." Newt is indeed the most famous magical zoologist in the world, and he can see the crux of the problem almost at a glance.

He raised his head and looked at Dean seriously: "The Patronus Charm cannot cause such damage."

"I did only use a Patronus Charm." Dean looked at Newt innocently.

"How about you use it again?" Rolf looked at Newt, whose face was getting darker and darker, and quickly suggested.

"Okay." Dean pulled out the Thunderbird wand and shouted softly into the distance: "Calling the Gods to protect you!"

A thunderbird patronus appeared.

"Your patron saint is actually a thunderbird?" Rolf's expression changed slightly. He only saw a ball of lightning just now and did not see the true face of Dean's patron saint.

Newt's thoughtful eyes fell on Dean's Thunderbird wand and he whispered: "Frank——"

The clear and hot "sky" was torn apart by a sudden flash of lightning, and a huge golden body emerged from the crack, fluttering its wings and hovering above the three people - it was a real thunderbird.

"I understand. It seems that Frank helped you just now and stunned the Poison Horned Beast." Newt sighed softly. "I said that Frank suddenly became a little commotion just now. It turned out that this wand was the cause of the trouble."

"Grandpa, what do you mean-" Rolf's eyes also fell on the Thunderbird wand in Dean's hand.

"If I'm not mistaken, the core of this wand is Frank's tail feather." Newt affectionately touched the thunderbird that fell next to him.

"H-I'm sorry. Master Newt, the core of my wand is indeed a thunderbird tail feather, but I don't think it comes from this thunderbird-" Dean pointed to the thunderbird next to Newt and saw it. He looked at himself dissatisfied with his sharp eyes, and quickly changed his words: "—from Frank."

"Why do you think so?" Newt pulled out three chairs out of thin air and motioned for Dean to sit down and talk.

"When Mr. Ollivander sold me this wand, he said that it was made using local materials when he traveled to the United States in his early years." Dean deliberately emphasized the "local" tone.

"He's right. But I also traveled to the United States in my early years, and Frank lived in Arizona for a long time." Newt stroked Frank's gold-like feathers and smiled.

"Wait a minute, Grandpa." Rolf interrupted, "Shouldn't the core of the wand made by Mr. Ollivander be one of dragon heartstrings, unicorn hair, and phoenix tail feathers?"

"Well, that's a long story." Newt seemed to be recalling something, "In short, before Ollivander's staff-making skills were perfected, he tried many combinations of staff bodies and staff cores. Later, dragon heartstrings, unicorn hair and phoenix tail feathers were used as wand cores - for example, my wand is one of his early masterpieces, made of ash, lime, shell and bone, and mother-of-pearl as the wand core. "

Newt said as he took out a greyish-yellow-green wand.