I swung a sword at Hogwarts

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Chapter 531: 1926, Illegal Entry

and many more!

Newt Scamander?

John stared at the young man oddly.

He remembered correctly, that was the name of the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

This book was first published in 1927.

After a moment of silence, John asked, "Has your book been published?"

"Book?" Newt asked in confusion, "How do you know I'm writing a book? A book that will help more wizards learn about magical beasts. I haven't officially published it yet."

Not published yet?

In other words, now is before 1927?

John took a deep breath.

Looking at his posture, Newt felt that he would spit out dragon breath and ignite everything in the next second.

John calmed down and thought for a moment.

It seems that my time flash succeeded and failed.

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

There are still seventy years to go before I return to the world I am in.

John had a headache. He had finally used time flash to complete the crossing, but it was still not enough.

"I 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, set an anchor point like the mean Hailbo did.

He looked up at the young Newt. In John's era, Newt would have been an old man.

The young author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and the most authoritative magizoologist.

If Hagrid knew who he was with, he would probably be crazy with joy.

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

"Where am I?" John looked around.

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

It's completely the standard template of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

A Niffler climbed onto John's body, seemingly attracted by his shiny scales.

"Uh...oh, this is my box. I'm heading to America," Newt said, still not used to dragons talking. "I'm sending Frank to Arizona."

Newt said, only to see the dragon staring in amazement.

John was dumbfounded. He just slept and got from Egypt to America?

Actually, Newt couldn't be blamed because John slept too long.

Frank the Thunderbird who was rescued together with John has almost recovered 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 up the ladder and left.

After he left, John reached out and grabbed the Niffler that had climbed up on him.

Sniff stared at John with his pitiful little round eyes.

Then, John's body began to shrink.

From an eighty-foot behemoth, it gradually transformed back into human form.

Sniff was so scared that the gold necklace in his pocket fell out.

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

When an Animagus transforms, the clothes on his body will transform as well.

Thanks to this, John's newly made bag was preserved after his transformation into a dragon.

The basswood wand was completely scrapped, and the broken shaft was covered with cracks.

It was even uglier than Ron's wand, and it kept falling into pieces just by holding it.

John scanned the surrounding magical creatures.

"Aren't these materials all over the floor?"

Turning his attention to the Niffler who was frightened by his own transformation, John smiled.

As expected, magical zoologists are rich without knowing it. These magical animals are enough to buy a wand shop.

Sniff was frightened by John's smile, but John didn't bother with this little guy who liked shiny things.

Putting the Niffler down and letting it go, John set his sights on the Thunderbird.

My first magic wand was the Thunderbird Wand. Now that I have encountered it, I don’t mind using it again.

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Today is a sunny day in New York.

Seagulls circled overhead.

A large passenger ship passed by the Statue of Liberty. This huge statue, donated by France, attracted the attention of tourists on the ship.

On the bench, Newt, wearing his old blue coat, put the box on his lap and whispered, "Dougal, be quiet. Take care of the big guy. He's injured."

He whispered, like a weirdo.

A protesting sound came from the box. You want me, an invisible beast, to take care of that dragon?

I can't even feed him a full meal!

Soon the ship docked at the dock.

Newt walked down the gangplank amid the crowd.

American customs checks everyone's passport carefully and seriously.

Newt also produced his own very worn passport, causing customs to frown when checking it.

"British?" The customs officer looked closely at the passport photo and Newt himself.

Newt avoided the other person's gaze.

As a person with social phobia, he seemed powerless to deal with such situations.

Newt: “Yes.”

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

“Yes.” Newt’s eyes continued to evade, as if this was the only sentence he could say.

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

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

"No."

"What about livestock?"

Customs found this person suspicious.

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

"Click."

The lock of the trunk popped open again, as it had been doing ever since the spell struck it.

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

The customs officer fixed his suspicious eyes on the box and said without question, "Let me have a look."

Newt had no choice but to put the box on the table, but he was smart enough to turn the brass dial on the box to Muggle mode.

When customs opened the box, they found simple pajamas and various maps inside.

A Hufflepuff scarf lay quietly there.

After checking and finding nothing else, customs returned the box, saying what they would say to everyone.

“Welcome to New York.”

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

...

John approaches the Thunderbird.

This thunderbird, rescued by Newt from a magical animal dealer, is quite wary of strangers.

John raised a hand and cast a mental spell.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just need a feather."

His eyes swept over the thunderbird's tail feathers.

Perhaps it was because John also had the ability to control lightning that Thunderbird gradually let down his guard.

John walked over and gently stroked the thunderbird's feathers with his hand.

"Give me one of your tail feathers, okay?" John's mental magic made the Thunderbird relax.

The Thunderbird shook its body and took John to where it rested.

Newt divided this ecosystem into different spaces based on the characteristics of each magical animal.

The Thunderbird was in a field with several broken feathers.

These are automatically replaced during healing.

John went forward and picked up two, and he patted Thunderbird on the head.

With nothing to do, John wandered around this place.

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

This is a high-end alchemical product, and it is not known whether Newt made it himself or bought it.

To open up a space the size of a valley, a very high-level traceless extension spell is required, not to mention that there are many magics inside to maintain the ecology.

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

This thing is very popular in the black market because of its excellent lock-picking ability, which is even more powerful than the unlocking spell.

He stretched out his hand, and the Bowtruckles became extremely alert and stuck out their tongues at John.

John shrugged and continued to wander the place.

It is dark where the Moon Mad Beast is, and under the moonlight, the Moon Mad Beast is basking in the moonlight there.

The horned mako is a rare species. John looked at the horned mako couple and their baby horned mako and secretly sighed that he was worthy of being Newt. This species was almost on the verge of extinction but he had successfully bred the next generation.

As they continued walking, John became extremely interested in this place.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar breath.

John turned around and walked towards the location where the breath came from.

That was next to the Moon Crazy Beast. A cold breath wafted out from the isolated curtain next to it.

John moved closer and saw it.

It was an area covered with ice and snow.

There are no other magical animals in this place.