My name is Newt Scamander. I'm ninety-seven years old, and I live in a villa in Dorset County, in southwest England. I'm married.
Every day, I work in the Fantastic Beasts reserve at home, and every day I work overtime until eight in the evening before going inside.
I don't smoke, and I only drink in moderation. I go to bed at eleven and get a full eight hours of sleep every day. Before bed, I always drink a cup of warm milk. Once I'm in bed, I fall asleep immediately and sleep through the night, never leaving fatigue or stress until the next day. The doctors at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries all say I'm perfectly normal.
This peaceful life should have lasted until the end of my days, until
I heard about a child in Hogsmeade Village who could body-slam a Hippogriff.
From the preface to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them 2
"I know you, Klein Grindelwald, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.
"Heh, I worked hard all my life and only got a Second-Class Order. You're quite something."
The white-haired old man looked full of admiration.
But a moment later, a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Of course, body-slamming a Hippogriff is quite an accomplishment too."
Good news never travels far, but bad news spreads like wildfire.
Had my reputation as Klein Innate Divine Strength Grindelwald really become this?
Klein scratched his eyebrow awkwardly.
"Well, Mister Newt, I can explain. People's bodies are all different..."
"Now, now, I've heard all about it. You're not only an expert at chokeholds and body slams, but a master of the sliding tackle too, right?"
Newt laughed.
This kid was just too amusing!
"Klein, I'm discussing with Mister Newt how to