The Slowest Mode of Travel
Tom was truly amazed; he had actually raised three unicorns into three lazybones.
Tom's unusually red face is incredibly embarrassing; he's made Newt Scamander lose face in the family!
"Still slacking off? Get up and move around!" Tom said, hands on his hips, looking menacing.
"You'll only get fed Patronus when you reach the standards set by Grandpa Newt Scamander, otherwise we'll cut off your food supply!"
The three little ones immediately started whimpering pitifully, looking just like children whose candy had been snatched away.
Why suffer like this when you can live the life of an immortal, eating and sleeping all day long?
But Tom wasn't buying into that cute act at all. He shoved and pushed them away, muttering to himself.
"As the master of the house, I work tirelessly day and night, studying and traveling all day long, while you all live a life of luxury and have developed diseases of affluence. Is this reasonable?!"
Newt Scamander stood to the side, watching Tom's exasperated expression, and couldn't help but shake his head with amusement.
This is the downside of keeping Fantastic Beasts as pets: if you spoil them too much, their wildness is completely eroded.
However, it's not difficult to solve. As long as Tom is determined, the three unicorns will definitely be back to normal before he leaves United States.
Newt Scamander simply used what he had on hand and created a special diet tailored to the unicorn's lazy nature.
Tom watched him bustling around, and two figures inexplicably popped into his mind: Professor Oak and the silly guy.
That's right! That idiot only cares about flirting with Pokémon everywhere, while Professor Oak is always the one who really cares about raising them.
Tom wasn't idle either. Newt Scamander's little world wasn't just a paradise for Fantastic Beasts, but also a treasure trove of herbs.
Fantastic Beasts and magical herbs have a symbiotic relationship; the species here are even more complete than those in the Forbidden Forest Hogwarts.
Tom's eyes lit up at the sight of so many herbs and special ingredients; he was so hungry he kept swallowing his saliva.
After getting Newt Scamander's permission, Tom immediately went into "treasure hunting mode," his actions comparable to letting the Niffler into Gringotts.
Whether you need it or not, if it looks pleasing to the eye, you just want to put it in your pocket, your hands seem to be out of your control.
The brain is frantically urging the hand: Have mercy, don't pluck it all out, leave some for Newt Scamander!
It wasn't until Tina Goldstein came to call them for dinner that evening that the two reluctantly left their little world.
The old lady's face fell as soon as she saw him, and she said in a displeased tone, "Tom, you can't be like Newt Scamander, hiding in your trunk all day and never interacting with anyone!"
"You're not Hufflepuff, so how come you get along so well with this old man?"
"Because I like Fantastic Beasts, I don't distinguish between schools." Tom's words made Newt Scamander beam with joy, but made Tina Goldstein furious.
Fortunately, the boy reacted quickly and tried to salvage the situation. "But I'm not as philanthropic as Uncle Newt Scamander. I only like a few kinds. It just took me a while to gather the materials today."
Tina Goldstein's expression softened. "Take whatever materials you like. If you can't find them, ask Newt Scamander for help. Go out and explore more tomorrow; don't just stay cooped up at home."
Tom nodded obediently. He had planned to go out for a stroll anyway, and since he was going abroad, he should bring back some souvenirs for the Greengrass sisters.
It's worth the trip if you can also check out a few landmark buildings.
But the next day, Tom stood on the streets of New York, scratching his head in a deep frown; he was truly foolish.
Forgetting this country's history, with a menu shorter than Britain cookbook, what decent souvenirs can it possibly offer?
You can't just buy a few leaves to take home, can you? That's utter nonsense!
Tom wandered around outside for two hours, and in the end, he could only buy a few Transfiguration and a few dolls as souvenirs.
Of course, Tom wouldn't just give it away like that; he'd have to use magic to modify it, otherwise it wouldn't be presentable.
We had to wait a while before we could go to the Thunderbird Sanctuary, but Tom wasn't idle either. He learned about the care of several Fantastic Beasts from Newt Scamander.
Newt Scamander brings Tom some good news: they can leave for the Thunderbird Sanctuary tomorrow.
Entering the Thunderbird Sanctuary is no easy feat; one must first apply to the Magical Congress of the United States of America and undergo rigorous review and approval.
Applicants must have no criminal record, no history of poaching or killing Fantastic Beasts, and must have a reason approved by the Magical Congress.
This process takes at least ten days to two weeks to complete.
Fortunately, the applicant this time was Newt Scamander, who is not only a master in the field of Fantastic Beasts, but also has a world-renowned reputation.
Even if auditors suspected the president of the Magical Congress of being a poacher, they would never suspect Newt Scamander Scamander.
With her connection to Tina Goldstein, she not only became the Auror back then, but also trained a large group of apprentices and followers, so the approval process was naturally completed at the fastest speed.
Tom thought to himself: Sure enough, behind every successful man, there is a woman who allows him to "live off his wife".
Albus Dumbledore also had this opportunity back then, but unfortunately he gave it up, so his life was somewhat of a failure...
Newt Scamander pulled out two pieces of paper and waved them. "I've bought my plane ticket for tomorrow."
Tom's lips twitched, his face full of disgust. "This thing is way slower than Floo Powder or Portkey, isn't it? Are you doing this on purpose?"
Newt Scamander sighed and made a serious excuse, "I'm getting old, I can't handle overly exciting travel. Airplanes are fine, I can even sleep on one."
Tom knew perfectly well that this was utter nonsense. When the unicorn had problems, Newt Scamander didn't say he was too old to handle it.
Two days ago I said I'd take him across borders Apparition, but he changed his mind after only two days. I can tell it's because the people at the top wouldn't allow it.
But since they had already bought the plane tickets, he couldn't say anything more and could only accept it.
On the morning of their departure, Tom put Usachi into Newt Scamander's little world, leaving her to spend a few days alone.
This is Newt Scamander's suggestion: After Tom withdrew his dragon's might, his aura was very weak, and a creature of the Thunderbird's level wouldn't care.
But Usachi is different. This little guy is not yet an adult, but his dragon might is stronger than that of an ordinary fire dragon. Going there would only cause trouble.
Finally, Tom promised Usachi 300 pounds of meteorite, and the little guy reluctantly agreed, then sadly crawled into his little world.
Before leaving, Newt Scamander took out a spare suitcase and stuffed it with some strange and Fantastic Beasts.
These little guys are both his local raw material suppliers and his personal bodyguards.
You never know how many Fantastic Beasts you're actually facing when you're dealing with one Scamander.
With everything prepared, the two hailed a taxi and headed straight for Kennedy Airport.
After a flight of more than five hours, we finally arrived in Phoenix, the Arizona.
Then, Newt Scamander grabbed Tom's shoulder and Apparition twice, instantly bringing the two to a small town.
The town was covered in yellow dust, and the crisscrossing streets were filled with crooked houses, but there were quite a few people around.
The weather was terribly hot, and many people wore cowboy hats to shield themselves from the sun. Tom even saw someone with a hunting rifle on their hip and a magic wand in their hand.
Good heavens, these are all "dual cultivation experts"!