The Eight-Legged Steed Sleipnir

From this letter, Wizet obtained several key pieces of information.

First of all, the history of Obscurus, this Dark Magic power, must be extremely long, otherwise it would not have been called "the primordial power" in the Prophecy of the Isaiah Society.

Secondly, the Isaiah Society, for some purpose, constantly pushed wizards to hide themselves, making them increasingly closed off;

Wizet even reasonably suspected that Gellert Grindelwald's actions against the Pure-blood Family were a strategy to counter the Isaiah Society.

Finally, the Previous Guardian, Serena Pendragon, was in cooperation with Gellert Grindelwald in order to facilitate something.

Both "The Wizard Combat Guide" and the wand that gave him the Magic Eye were provided by Serena Pendragon.

The incident involving Ollivander was something Dumbledore kept from him; it was actually an operation targeting him.

This matter involving Dumbledore, the Swedish Ministry of Magic, the former Guardian, and the goatee-bearded mastermind is a result of the Prophecy mentioned in the letter;

And that Circus Troupe Leader has already been devoured... was a puppet from beginning to end, a tool used to advance the Prophecy;

The Isaiah Society, which clashed with the former Guardians, must have a very mysterious origin and instigated Muggle and Goblin to persecute wizards.

After this kind of reflection, the Circus Troupe Leader's actions can be quite explained...

Wizet shook his head. How could he possibly live a carefree life after suddenly learning about such a mysterious organization?

Just then, a huge sound suddenly came from above. It turned out that the waves were rising higher and higher, gradually blotting out the sky.

"They say...you can solve this problem too." Dumbledore glanced at the rising waves. "Is that so?"

"I need to get above the clouds." Wizet and looked at Fawkes beside him. "Fawkes, could you please take me up there?"

Fawkes lowered his head and shook it, looking somewhat dejected.

"Wizet, it contains magical powers that we cannot use." Dumbledore stroked Fawkes's feathers. "You should know what I mean."

"This magical power is too concentrated and will cause all sorts of interference... In fact, Fawkes can fly up on his own, but he cannot use magic to take you up."

Hearing their conversation, Luna walked over. "Are you going to the clouds?"

She opened her backpack, and the long horn belonging to the Crumple-Horned Snorkack was now glowing.

The ruby-like horns seemed to breathe, shimmering with a bright red light.

Luna's eyes were gentle as water as she held the long horn above her head.

A crimson light bathed her fair hands, and her long horns rippled like stones falling into a lake, creating rings of light.

Luna opened her eyes wide, gazing at the magnificent halo, her eyes filled with anticipation.

The halo of light from the long horns spread outwards, and a sound suddenly came from the direction where the World Tree was located.

It was a sound like an egg cracking open, subtle yet deeply moving.

Wizet looked in the direction of the sound and saw a crack appear at the base of the World Tree, from which a tall, magnificent horse strolled out.

The horse's body was translucent, as if carved from a ruby; its hooves were like sapphires; and its tail was a golden-green tassel.

Its eyes shone like diamonds, it had a long, rhinoceros horn-shaped horn on its forehead, and its whole body was shrouded in a light silver luster.

The horse's movements were extremely elegant; it simply lifted its hoof slightly forward and then put it down, and in the blink of an eye, it had moved a distance.

It was only then that Wizet noticed that around the horse's four hooves were the phantom images of four hooves.

As the horse moves, its four phantom hooves flash red, as if casting some kind of magic.

Newt's voice rang out, "Graeling? Or Sleipnir? This Magical creature... isn't just a legend?"

As the World Tree fully matured, the surrounding Magical Energy Field dissipated.

Newt unleashed a physical prowess beyond his years, displaying the speed of a sprinter, and swiftly charged to the horse, a captivated smile spreading across his face.

"Merlin's beard! It's so beautiful..." He put down the box, raised his hands, stood in front of the horse, and asked softly, "May I... touch you?"

The horse snorted, still holding its head high and chest out, seemingly oblivious to Newt's words.

Newt sighed with slight regret. He respected Magical creature, and without receiving a response from the horse, he naturally wouldn't take any further action.

Just then, a small animal jumped out of his box.

The little animal has fluffy black fur that is glossy and shiny, indicating that it has been well cared for.

It has a long snout, like a combination of an echidna and a platypus, and its round head is very cute.

The moment Wizet saw the little creature, she recognized it as the Magical creature Niffler, who was incredibly enthusiastic about anything that Winky.

Niffler saw the horse's golden-green tail, its attention immediately focused, and it eagerly lunged forward, trying to grab the shimmering tail.

However, before it could even touch the pony's tail, the misty silver light burst into lightning, instantly repelling the Niffler.

Newt expertly reached out and pulled Niffler into his arms, saying with a hint of helplessness, "You're all like this!"

"Being able to unleash lightning...that's not Graeling's ability." He continued to examine the steed. "Graeling is gray, while according to records, the Eight-Legged Steed is red..."

"Sleipnir is still around?" He scratched the Niffler's head, wisps of gray smoke rising from its fur. "Luckily it's gentle, or you'd be in danger!"

The Eight-Legged Steed came before Luna, looking down at Luna as if scrutinizing and contemplating something.

Luna lowered her hands, holding the long horn in front of her, and asked leisurely, "Are you called Sleipnir? Or Crumple-Horned Snorkack? Or... would you like me to give you a name?"

The Eight-Legged Steed turned its head, revealing a complex expression in its eyes that shone like diamonds.

Luna also turned her head to the side, keeping her eyes fixed on the Eight-Legged Steed.

She pulled the long horns into her arms, stood on tiptoe, and tried to touch the face of the Eight-Legged Steed.

Wizet quickly stepped forward and reached out to hold Luna's hand.

Having just witnessed the lightning of the Eight-Legged Steed, he was naturally worried that Luna might get hurt.

Luna turned to look at him, shook her head slightly, and said, "I think... it's fine, it won't hurt me."

Seeing Luna's smiling face, Wizet did not continue to stop her. She took out a parchment from her pocket and transformed it into steps.

"Thank you." Luna smiled slightly, stepped onto the stairs, and reached out her hand, getting closer and closer to the face of the Eight-Legged Steed.

Wizet felt a sudden tightness in her chest, ready to catch Luna at any moment and prevent Luna from getting hurt.

Luna's fingertips touched the Eight-Legged Steed, but no dazzling lightning struck her.

On the contrary, the Eight-Legged Steed trembled slightly as if it had been electrocuted, and a tear slid down its bright eyes.

Tears fell to the ground and transformed into a sprig of mistletoe.

The mistletoe transformed into specks of light, circled Luna once, then changed direction, bypassed Wizet, and disappeared into thin air...