I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

and many more!

Newt Scamander?

John stared at the young man strangely.

He remembered correctly, that was the author's name 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 yet?"

"Book?" Newt asked suspiciously, "How do you know I'm writing a book? I haven't officially published a book that will allow more wizards to learn about magical animals."

Not yet published?

In other words, now is before 1927?

John took a deep breath.

Newt looked at his posture and felt that the dragon's breath would ignite everything in the next second.

John calmed down and thought for a while.

It seems that my time flash has succeeded, but also failed.

It is true that he successfully traveled through time to the future, but the problem is that the future he traveled through has only passed more than 20 years.

There are still 70 years to go before the world I live in.

John had some headaches. He managed to use Time Flash to complete the time travel, but the result was still not enough.

"You have to seize the next opportunity." He said to himself.

Time travel is full of randomness, and it may not be so easy to accurately return to your own year, and you need some help.

For example, setting an anchor point like the dastardly Helbo.

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

The young author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find The Most Authoritative Magizoologist.

If Hagrid knew who he was with, he'd be crazy about it.

After all, Hagrid is also a person who likes magical animals very much.

"Where am I?" John looked around.

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

It's the standard template for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

A sniff climbed onto John's body, seeming to see his shiny scales.

"Uh... oh, this is my box, I'm heading to America," Newt said, still not quite used to the dragon talking, "I'm going to send Frank to Arizona."

As Newt spoke, the dragon was dumbfounded.

John was dumbfounded, and fell asleep by himself, from Egypt to America?

It wasn't really Newt's fault, because John slept in too long.

Frank the Thunderbird, who was rescued with John, is almost healed after Newt's treatment, but John has just woken up.

They were on a ship, and Newt talked to John for a few words before going out to get off the ship.

Newt put on his peacock blue coat, climbed the ladder and left.

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

Xixiu stared at John with pitiful little round eyes.

Immediately afterwards, John's body began to shrink.

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

Xixiu was so frightened that he dropped the gold necklace in his pocket.

John held the Niffler in one hand and took out his wand in the other.

When an Animagus transforms, the clothing on his body will also transform.

Thanks to this, the newly made pouch survived John's transformation into a dragon.

The basswood wand has been completely scrapped, and the broken wand is densely covered with cracks.

It was even worse than Ron's wand before, and it kept falling off just by holding it.

John scanned the magical animals around him.

"Isn't this full of materials?"

Turning his gaze to Xixiu who was frightened by his transformation, John smiled.

Sure enough, people who are magizoologists are rich and don't know it. These magical animals are enough to buy a magic wand shop.

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

Putting the Niffler down and letting it go, John stared at the Thunderbird.

My first magic wand was the Thunderbird wand, now that I have encountered it, I don't mind using it again.

...

Today is a sunny day in New York.

Seagulls circled overhead.

A large passenger ship passed by the Statue of Liberty, a huge statue donated by France, which attracted tourists on the ship to watch.

On the bench, Newt was wearing the old blue overcoat, put the suitcase on his lap, and said in a low voice, "Dougal, calm down, take care of that big guy, he's injured."

He whispered softly, like a weirdo.

There was a whine of protest from the box, that giant dragon, you let me take care of it as an invisible beast?

I can't even fill him up for a meal!

Soon the ship docked at the dock.

In the crowd, Newt stepped off the diving board.

The customs of the United States seriously check everyone's passport.

Newt also took out his very battered passport, frowning at customs.

"British?" Customs carefully looked at the passport photo and Newt himself.

Newt avoided the other's gaze.

As a social terror, he seemed powerless to deal with such a scene.

Newt: "Yes."

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

"Yes." Newt continued to dodge his eyes, as if he only knew this sentence.

The customs looked suspiciously at Newt's box and asked, "Is there any food in it?"

Newt put his hands in his breast pockets, awkward for the conversation.

"No."

"What about the livestock?"

Customs found this person suspicious.

Newt tried to be natural, but his box made a noise at this moment.

"Click."

The lock of the case snapped open again, as it had always done since the spell hit it.

Newt snapped it on quickly, and said awkwardly, "I've got to fix the case, uh... no."

The customs locked suspicious eyes on the box, and said unquestionably, "Let me have a look."

Newt had no choice but to put the box on the table, but he had a trick and turned the brass dial on the box to Muggle mode.

When the customs opened the box, there were simple pajamas and various maps inside.

A Hufflepuff scarf lay there quietly.

Inspection found nothing else, customs returned the box, said that sentence that will be said to everyone.

"Welcome to New York."

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

...

John approached the Thunderbird.

This thunderbird, which was rescued by Newt from the magical animal dealers, is quite wary of strangers.

John held up a hand, casting mind 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 control lightning, which made Thunderbird gradually let down his guard.

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

"Give me one of your tail feathers, will you?" John's mind magic put Thunderbird at ease.

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

Newt divides different spaces in this ecological circle according to the characteristics of each magical animal.

Thunderbird is in a field with several broken feathers.

These are automatically replaced when healing.

John stepped forward to pick up two, and he patted Thunderbird on the head.

Having nothing to do, John wandered around this place.

"This place is really magical, excellent space magic."

This is a high-level alchemy product, and it is unknown whether Newt made it himself or bought it.

Opening up a valley-sized space requires a very high-level traceless stretching spell, not to mention that there are many magics to maintain ecology.

Walking to a tree, John stared at the Bowtruckle above.

This thing is very popular in the black market, because of its excellent lockpicking ability, it is even more powerful than the lockpicking spell.

Reaching out their hands, the Bowtruckles were extremely vigilant, sticking out their tongues at John.

John shrugged and continued to look around the place.

The place where the Moon Crazy Beast is located is dark night, and under the moonlight, the Moon Crazy Beast basks in the moonlight there.

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

Walking on, John was extremely interested in this place.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar breath.

John turned around and walked towards the place where the breath came out.

It was next door to the Moon Crazy Beast, and a cold breath wafted out from the curtain that separated it from the side.

John moved closer there, and he saw it.

It was a field covered in snow and ice.

In this place, there are no other magical animals.

only one.

A mass of black wrapped like bubbles.

"Silence."

John went inside.

Black air wafted from his eyes, as if he was about to touch Mo Ran.

"A poor obscurity who becomes obscurity after death."

Obscurity isn't a magical animal, it's more of an emotionally dark force.

When the little wizard is not in control of his own power, he may become a silent person when he is stimulated by a strong force.

Just like Arianna.

John is actually a silent person, and he is probably the only silent person who can control his power at will.

"Great power is accompanied by troubles, equal exchange."

Standing in front of Moran, John's eyes flickered, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

The silent force approached John, and before touching it, John withdrew his hand.

He turned and left the place.

"I need to make myself a wand first."

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

He took out a bottle of soul potion from the small bag, and a black book fell out at the same time.

John picked it up and glanced at it, "You are a disaster for thousands of years."

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

...