The Wizarding World of Africa

Ian got his bearings. Based on the fragments of information he had obtained through Legilimency, the Black wizards had come from roughly the east, where there was a better chance of finding human settlements.

He cast several protective and tracking spells on himself, took a deep breath of air thick with wildness, and set off.

At least this time, his adventure sounded much more normal—he had merely gotten lost in an African jungle. At worst, the Magical Creatures he encountered might have had a little more firepower.

That sounded far better than facing some era in which wizards had gone extinct.

As long as he repaired the Time Machine.

Ian could resume his journey of gathering materials, and once he had collected them all, perhaps Dumbledore could take him back to the proper time.

How should he put it? It was not as though Ian had never considered finding his own way back to his era, but Dumbledore was still trapped in ancient times. He could not just abandon his headmaster.

"Should be this way."

Treading through the morning dew, Ian made his way through the primeval rainforest of the basin. Towering baobab trees stood like ancient giants, their twisted branches resembling dragon claws, their crowns blotting out the sky. Vines hung like pythons, winding around millennia-old trees; the air was heavy with humid heat, mingling the scents of rotting leaves, earth, and unknown flowers.

Ahead, in an open marsh, a group of strange creatures was drinking.

Nujini, a species of giant long-necked serpent unique to Africa, had skin as black as night and scales with a metallic sheen. Dozens of slender tentacles extended from their necks, writhing through the air as if alive.

They were powerful magical predators, capable of paralyzing prey with their tentacles before swallowing it whole