The Headmaster's Office.
Douglas held a cup of tea as he sat with Dumbledore behind the latter's desk.
In front of them, toward the door, a film was playing on a screen.
It told the story of events in the wizarding world from 1926 to 1932.
All the footage had been extracted from the memories of those involved, though some of those memories had been embellished, and then edited together.
On the screen, rain fell on the streets of New York.
He kept his head down, seemingly avoiding the gazes on the docks, but the latch on his suitcase suddenly sprang open a crack, and a furry black paw reached out.
"This works well as an opening. Something for all ages." Douglas took a sip of tea. "Was Mr. Scamander really this flustered when he first arrived in New York?"
Dumbledore sat in his high-backed chair, a faint, nostalgic smile on his lips.
"He was even more of a mess." Dumbledore spoke unhurriedly, reaching into the sweet dish for a Sherbet Lemon. "His suitcase fell right open when he got off the ship. A Niffler darted into the customs office and stole three Muggles' gold teeth."
Douglas raised his eyebrows.
"Why didn't you include that part?"
"Newt wouldn't let me." Dumbledore popped the Sherbet Lemon into his mouth, his words muffled. "He said it would damage the public image of Care of Magical Creatures..."
The first act opened with Newt's memories, while the second recreated Grindelwald's.
A woman beside him appeared briefly at the edge of the crowd.
"That's Nagini. Among those still alive, there probably aren't many who can find memories of her from that time. This is one of the few images we have," Dumbledore explained from beside him. "She was still in human form then."
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