Sword and Magic and Taxi

Newton Artemis Fedor Scamander, Zhao Mai looked at the note in his palm with a smile on his lips. According to Dumbledore, this is a very interesting child who has been interested in research related to magical animals since he was a child, especially when he entered Hogwarts. Dumbledore had seen him delve into biological knowledge many times, and had rescued him from dangerous adventures in the Forbidden Forest many times.

It's a pity that he was expelled later for using magical animals to threaten his classmates. That was definitely a mistake. Dumbledore said bluntly: Even creatures that are dangerous in the eyes of others will be very docile in his hands. . And at that time, he was using magical creatures to save his classmates, not harming anyone. Mike, you should be able to talk to him.

Zhao Mai first wrote a letter, asking Ye Xiao, who had not appeared for a long time and was bored, to help him contact Scamander. He had just finished a long trip and was recuperating at home in London. Thanks to Dumbledore's help, the two made an appointment to meet.

No. 191 Baker Street, it should be right here. Zhao Mai parked the car on the left side of the road and turned off the lights. Baker Street is in London. It is a north-south street with numbers 1 to 42 on the east side and numbers 44 to 85 on the other side. According to the custom of the wizarding world, number 191 is equivalent to number 19 + 1.

Since this is a road where wizards and ordinary people live together, there are disguised entrances and exits, such as the door of a semi-submerged cellar or the fire escape in the back alley. The settings of each house may be different. It was Zhao Mai's first time here and it was impossible to know this, so he could only come at night when there were fewer people. He took the flowers and the food reserves and walked north along the east walking path, tapping every streetlight he passed with his wand.

The street lights gradually went out. Not only do they no longer emit light, they also absorb nearby light, creating a magical darkness that blocks Muggles' view. But don't worry, the street lights will gradually recover after a while. Zhao Mai walked to No. 19, stopped on the dividing line between it and No. 20, and then waved his magic wand to quickly reveal himself!

The two houses moved to both sides, revealing No. 191 hidden in the middle. This is a two-story hut with dark green exterior walls covered with morning glories and an open blue skylight on the white pitched roof. In a small place in front of the door, roses and strawberries are planted in a cozy little courtyard. Among the branches and leaves, a green shadow as small and thin as a match was running away quickly, trying to stay away from Zhao Mai's black shadow. Zhao Mai took two quick steps, reached out and pinched it in his hand.

It's a Bowtruckle. This is a tree elf that looks like a mantis, with a body made of bark and branches, and a pair of small, round brown eyes. Hey, I know a lot of tall tree wranglers, and their breath is like this...

Zhao Mai adjusted his natural force and released the feeling of a tree man. Whether they are tree men or bowtruckles, they are essentially tree elves who take care of plants. There is no difference in their concepts and living habits. But because the tree man has a size and strength that the Bowtruckle cannot match, the little guy in Zhao Mai's hand immediately fell into crazy worship.

Including immediately betraying the location of Scamander's house key.

I'm not a bad person. Zhao Mai put a magic berry fruit in its arms and put it back on the morning glory vine while it was holding something in its hands. Afterwards, Zhao Mai knocked on the door knocker and waited quietly at the door.

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps rushing down the stairs, the door in front of Zhao Mai opened. A young man with loose and disheveled hair and small freckles on his face opened the door. He was wearing a white shirt on his upper body, no coat but still wearing a brown bow tie, and a pair of dark brown straight pants on his legs. Sir...teacher, welcome...please come in. Teacher Longhou.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Scamander, I am Mike Longhou. This is my dog, called Reserve Food. Zhao Mai stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

Scamander was stunned for a moment, then quickly reached out his hand and shook it. It can be felt that he does not often shake hands with people, or that he does not often interact with people. Hug... I'm sorry, please come in, Teacher Longhou.

Just call me Mike. Can I call you Newt? Oh, sure, of course.

The reserve grunted twice, squeezed in with a single stride, and looked around to survey the terrain. Newt Scamander's eyes were attracted to the dog and he kept staring at it, a mixture of doubt and curiosity lingering in his heart. Although it looked like a mixed-breed dog at first glance, if you look closely, it seems difficult to tell its breed, and there is a strange power emanating from the dog.

Zhao Mai coughed and pulled Newt's spirit back, and then the two of them could officially enter the house. The house consisted of two full floors of rooms and a half-floor attic, but Newt drilled through both floors and planted a willow tree in the middle of the house. With the help of the power of magic, the roof has been made light-transmitting, which will not affect the willow tree's need for light.

The hanging wickers are a healthy and vibrant green, and the long and narrow leaves sway gently in the breeze. There was a nest of pigeons and an owl living in the tree. The latter was glaring at the cooing pigeons, as if asking them to shut up and take care of their guests.

Newt's bed was under the tree, a simple single camp bed, next to his desk. His bookshelves are nailed to the wall, from the floor to the ceiling, but they are basically empty, with only a dozen books that look very old placed on them. A yellow lion-tailed cat used the shelf as its own nest. It stared at the new guests with its wide triangular ears and narrowed yellow and black eyes.

The little yellow and black raccoon climbed onto the desk and looked at Zhao Mai with wide eyes, not afraid at all. She licked the palms of her hands with her tongue, wiped her beard, then picked up the crumpled waste paper on the table, threw it into the air like a tennis serve, whipped it with her tail, and threw it to the blind white sheep on the other side of the room. As a snack.

That's what I saw when I was in Scotland. It burned its eyes with a red-tailed crab, so I brought it back. When talking about animals, Newt's language became much more fluent. He picked up the raccoon and put it on his chest, kicked out two chairs, and then quickly put the raccoon into the hole at the base of the willow tree.

You've done a great job here. I like the atmosphere here. Zhao Mai said sincerely.