Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Newt quickened his pace. He was going to lose face if Tom continued to praise him.

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Newt's property here is a two-story building with a back garden, and it looks no different from the house next door.

Newt has many residences like this all over the world, some are built in deep mountains and forests, and some are in bustling cities, but they all have one thing in common - that is, there are magical animals around him that have a connection with him.

The Scamander family is not short of money. Newt can exchange some materials for a large sum of money.

For example, the juice that Tom collected from the Winged Demon yesterday is ten times more valuable than the venom of the Acromantula.

After making the bed, Newt came to Tom and said, "Let's take a day off today and enter the reserve tomorrow."

"Will we come back to stay later?" asked Tom.

Newt thought for a moment. "Usually I'll Apparate back, but if there's a special situation, I'll still stay in a tent."

"Let's go prepare some food then."

Newt agreed with Tom's proposal, and the two went to the surrounding pubs and restaurants to buy a lot of ready-made hot dishes, which they sealed with magic to keep for a few days.

Tom was the one doing all the talking during the whole process. The old man with social anxiety didn't even dare to enter a crowded store...

Tom now suspects that Uncle Newt brought him here to be a diplomat...

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Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Newt and Tom arrived at the entrance of the protected area, where Capitol Aurors were in charge of inspection.

When they saw Newt Scamander's name, the wizards checking the documents looked respectful, with a hint of eagerness.

To Tom's surprise, he took out the latest edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

"Mr. Scamander, I'm a fan of yours. I've bought a copy of every edition of your book. I finally saw you on duty this time. Could you please sign your name for me?"

Newt was confused by this sudden enthusiasm. When Tom saw that he was having another attack, he quickly pulled him away a little and took the book from the wizard.

"Signing is no problem, just wait a moment."

Tom acted as a middleman again. After Newt signed the name certificate and returned it to the wizard in charge of inspection, the two of them successfully entered the protected area.

Without the presence of outsiders, Newt's condition returned to normal. He took out two Nimbus 2000s and gave one to Tom. The two of them traveled across the vast wilderness and went deeper into the wilderness.

The entire reserve is basically plateau desert terrain, located in the middle of the world-famous Grand Canyon. There are tall giant columnar statues on the earth. This is the only giant species in the cactus family. The highest height can reach 30 meters in ordinary areas. In the nature reserve, perhaps due to the influence of magical powers, 30-meter-high giant columnar statues can be seen everywhere, and there are also many 50-meter-high ones.

The two flew very fast, passing through one not-so-high mountain after another, and arrived above the canyon, flying north along the canyon.

The sky gradually became gloomy, and thunder and lightning could be vaguely heard rolling in the dark clouds.

"Wow—!"

Lightning exploded, a loud cry came from far away, the sky suddenly brightened, and a white figure appeared in the clouds.

Tom's eyes lit up.

Thunderbird, so cool!

Chapter 122: Aboriginal Tribe, Chicken Soup Master Tom

The thunderbird is a large, majestic bird with three pairs of wings. The largest pair has a very wide wingspan. When flying, it is like an eagle. At the same time, when the three pairs of wings flap, the snow-white feathers will sparkle.

The mood swings of the Thunderbird can affect weather changes and also frighten those with evil hearts.

Therefore, many wizards regard the thunderbird as a symbol of justice.

It is said that the thunderbird and the phoenix are distant relatives, but I don’t know whether this news is true or not.

No matter what, as soon as Tom saw the Thunderbird, he felt that the bird suited his aesthetic taste, especially its white body, which looked very suitable for his righteousness.

But take one home to raise?

Tom didn't have such an idea. The Thunderbird was more suitable for the wild. It would be a shame for it to stay in such a small place like Britain.

Tom leaned down to speed up, but Newt quickly stopped him.

"Tom, don't get excited. Now is not the time to go looking for Thunderbird. We must get permission~."

"Who gave permission for Aurors to be here?" Tom looked at him suspiciously.

"No, you'll know if you follow me." Newt pressed the broom and did not fly towards where the thunderbird was, but turned a forty-five degree turn.

Tom had no choice but to follow.

They didn't fly too far out of the canyon before they saw a cluster of thatched houses like a village on a plain. As they got closer, the people living there also noticed them and pointed at the sky and let out strange cries.

The people here hold spears, wear feather decorations on their heads, and have strange oil paints on their bodies.

"Aboriginal people?" Tom raised his eyebrows and recognized the identity of this group of people.

When Columbus discovered the New World, he mistakenly thought America was India, so he collectively referred to all the races here as Indians. This name carries a strong discriminatory connotation, but long before Columbus, wizards had already discovered the American continent and maintained communication with the wizards here.

Therefore, wizards would not call them randomly. It was not until the number of immigrants gradually increased that the name was confirmed as indigenous people.

"You don't have to say anything for a while, just let me do it. They are all good people, but they are a little wary." Newt gestured for Tom to follow him down and gave him instructions.

Newt has seen many powerful wizards, and the ones who impressed him the most were naturally Grindelwald and Dumbledore. Many people said that these two people were incompatible and completely opposite.

But Newt could find many commonalities between them, and some of these commonalities he had already seen in Tom.

All three of them were extremely proud at heart. Dumbledore was the most restrained, but Tom would never tolerate anyone who offended him.

So Newt had to make it clear in advance that this group of people had no ill intentions to avoid causing conflict.

Tom would definitely give Newt this bit of face and made a zipper gesture at his lips.

A circle of railings surrounded the entire tribe, and there were four watchtowers at the four corners. Tom and Newt were outside, and strong warriors raised their spears and pointed them at them, ready to throw and fire at any time.

Tom left everything to Newt and didn't care about the hostility of the natives. Instead, he admired the figures of the female warriors with great interest.

Although the faces of the female warriors were not flattering, their figures were very pleasing to the eye, with a curvy figure, oiled bronze skin, and visible muscle lines.

Seeing that Tom didn't react, Newt relaxed a little and made some gibberish sounds. Soon, several old men with crutches walked out of the tribe. They obviously knew Newt and roared at the tribesmen behind them. Soon, the warriors put down their spears and bows, and looked at Newt with respect.

Newt smiled and hugged an old man, then started chatting. After a while, several old men looked at Tom, then looked at Newt and nodded slightly.

After a while, a woman handed two wreaths to Newt. Newt talked to the old woman for a few more words and then returned to Tom.

"Okay?" Tom asked.

"Well, put this on." Newt put on a wreath himself and handed one to Tom. Tom put it on obediently. The two of them got on their brooms and continued on their journey. The natives also returned to their tribes.

Although he had a rough idea of ​​what was said, Tom still wanted to hear what Newt had to say.

Uncle Newt did not hide anything and told the whole story.

In addition to the animals, there is also a group of indigenous people in the reserve, which are roughly divided into three tribes. These tribes worship the thunderbird as a totem. When Newt sent back the thunderbird named "Frank", he was regarded as a poacher by the indigenous people, and the two sides almost had a conflict.

Fortunately, Newt had a good temper and patiently explained several times even after being captured. With the testimony of Frank's affectionate attitude towards Newt, the tribe members realized that it was a misunderstanding.

Later, during the establishment of the protected area, it was Newt who mediated and prevented the Magical Congress from relocating these tribes. He also allowed them to obtain jobs protecting the Thunderbirds, and they received a lot of daily necessities from Congress every year.

In addition to traditional warriors, these tribes also have 'shamans', or wizards, so their fighting power should not be underestimated. They often catch poachers who have ill intentions towards thunderbirds.

After being caught, these poachers will not be handed over to the Magic Congress, but will be taken back by the tribe as sacrifices.

Just now, Newt was seeking the tribe's consent to allow them to approach the Thunderbird. Normally, Newt wouldn't have to go through so much trouble, but this time he brought Tom with him, so he had to follow the procedure honestly.

The wreaths on their heads are like passes, and the tribal warriors guarding the area where the thunderbirds live will not attack them.

Therefore, Tom's choice to find Newt first and then find the Thunderbird was absolutely correct, otherwise the situation would be completely different now - Tom Riddle killing his way through the North American wizarding world.

After hearing this, Tom was speechless: "Even the indigenous people are starting to talk about human relationships. Can they be more simple?"

"Just stop complaining."

Newt smiled. "This wreath will be good for you too. The Thunderbird will be friendlier to you when it sees it."

Tom was immediately happy: "It's good to have connections. If you have connections, you should use them."

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An hour later, the two flew to the halfway point of a mountain and landed.

If you fly directly to the ptarmigan's nest from the air, it will be considered an invasion of their airspace, so you have to walk some distance from here.

At this time, Newt no longer complained about being old, and his legs were more agile than Tom's. Although Tom had good physical fitness, his legs were short, only about 1.6 meters tall. For every two steps Newt took, he had to take three. He had to work hard to keep up with the old man's pace.

After walking for a while and almost reaching the top of the mountain, dark clouds suddenly covered the entire mountain.

"Wow—!"

There was another cry of a thunderbird, and a thunderbird that was much larger than a normal thunderbird swooped down towards them. Looking at the smile on Newt's face, Tom knew the identity of this thunderbird.

Sure enough, the Thunderbird landed in front of Newt and lowered its proud head, allowing the old man to touch it more conveniently.

After the man and the beast communicated for a while, Newt motioned Tom to come forward. Although he couldn't touch it yet, it didn't matter if he got closer.

Soon, 'Frank' flew away, and Newt and Tom continued to climb. "Don't worry, your task these few days is to build a good relationship with the Thunderbirds, so that you will have a chance to get close to the Thunderbird chicks."

Tom understood this principle. He had plenty of time and would not rush for success.

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There were five Thunderbirds living on the top of the mountain, 'Frank' and his two wives, and two little Thunderbirds, but Tom's target was the two one-year-old Thunderbirds that Newt had mentioned that were born last year.

'Frank' is the king of thunderbirds in all protected areas. As long as you build a good relationship with him, it will not be a problem to get close to other thunderbirds.

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Tom and Newt simply set up camp on the top of the mountain, each with a tent. The tent contained three complete bedrooms and two living rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, a fish tank and other facilities.

Under Newt's guidance, Tom only cooked the food that Thunderbird liked, and delivered meals twice a day, morning and evening. He would also follow Thunderbird when it went out to fly and take a walk.

It was only now that Newt realized that Tom's so-called competition with the Thunderbird in flying speed was not achieved by relying on a flying broom, but by relying on his own flying spell.

Tom also taught Newt the improved Andros version of the flying spell, which saved the old man a lot of trouble.

Forget about Grindelwald's spell. If he taught Newt the spell that Grindelwald had worked so hard to create, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

After a few days, Tom successfully broke into the Thunderbird circle. On the seventh day, Newt returned to the town to replenish food, and Tom finally saw his target - two one-year-old chicks.

Most young birds can master the ability to fly within a few days to a few weeks of birth, but large birds like thunderbirds, similar to golden eagles, need at least three months.

Now the two little thunderbirds are not big, with a wingspan of just over one meter, and the big bird will not let them out unless necessary, but seeing the few times they fluttered in the nest, Tom felt stable.

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