Hermione rubbed the back of her head, which ached from the impact. A name instantly sprang to mind:
"A Niffler?"
Then she looked at the man sprawled on the ground in a blue coat, groaning in pain, and her pupils narrowed slightly.
That suitcase, that money-mad Niffler, and that face...
"Newt Scamander?"
Where on earth had she ended up?
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?
Hermione quickly surveyed the old-fashioned surroundings.
It really did seem to be New York in 1926.
"My back..." Newt grimaced as he climbed to his feet, rubbing his lower back and looking at Hermione in bewilderment. "Miss, where did you fall from?"
Since she could recognize a Niffler, he knew she was a wizard too.
"A little mishap with Apparition."
Hermione made up the excuse without batting an eye, brushing the dust off herself while secretly thanking her lucky stars that she had landed on a human cushion. Otherwise, those two jolts might have shaken her to pieces.
"An Apparition mishap?" Newt's eyes widened in surprise. "And you didn't suffer Splinching?"
He looked Hermione up and down, astonished.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" Newt asked, suddenly remembering something.
"Hermione Granger."
Hermione gave her name. "As for you, you're something of a celebrity."
Before she had finished speaking, the Niffler's eyes suddenly lit up. It dropped the Galleon in its claws, lunged over, snatched up the remains of the Time-Turner in its mouth, then scurried onto Hermione's shoulder. It sniffed her eagerly, making satisfied rumbling noises in its throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
Newt's cheeks flushed slightly. His gaze darted away, and he seemed at a loss. "It... it must have sensed something particularly valuable on you. You'd better be careful and avoid showing off your valuables."
Looking at Hermione's exceptionally young face,