Newt Scamander

What does it feel like to fly at high altitude?

As a man who had never even flown a J-20 fighter jet in his previous life, William finally experienced the thrill of flying.

He stood on the Thunderbird, rising from the sea. Wherever the lightning passed, it cleaved the waves, causing the seawater to surge several meters high and violently crash against the shore.

As the Thunderbird soared higher and higher, Water Tornado formed beneath it, and in an instant, towering columns of water rose into the sky with overwhelming force.

William opened his arms, looked up, and saw the full moon hanging high, the sea of clouds stretching endlessly...

This must be the most beautiful scene ever, right?

He was undeniably handsome, but his triumphant spirit lasted less than five seconds before William felt a bone-chilling cold, his legs trembling, and he was frozen like a shivering deer.

William imitated Bobocha, then tucked his paws into the thick feathers of the Thunderbird's neck, trembling slightly, and finally felt much warmer.

Seeing Hermione's nose was red from the cold, William nudged her and tapped his wand a few times, turning the quill in his pocket into several thick blankets.

He gave one to everyone, and they were all wrapped in blankets and finally warmed up.

If William weren't afraid of being thrown off by the Thunderbird and dying, he would have loved to build a fire here to warm his hands and have a mini barbecue in the air.

Isn't that wonderful...? Awesome!

"Mr. Scamander, what brings you here?" William asked.

The old man's name was Newt Scamander, a famous Magizoologist.

William is no stranger to this book, as he is the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," which is used as a textbook at Hogwarts.

Newt was once a student at Hufflepuff House, but was later expelled from the school.

It's common knowledge that students who don't graduate normally are all geniuses; who among ordinary people graduates normally anyway?

Therefore, Newt is definitely not an ordinary wizard. He once captured the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald, although the latter later escaped.

From William's perspective, Newt's epic life story is the perfect protagonist template; it could easily be made into at least five movies!

However, Newt is now over ninety years old, a completely white-haired old man, looking almost the same as Dumbledore.

Upon hearing William's question, Newt's gaze darted around, then he looked at the Thunderbird and said gently:

"Nicolas said there was something wrong with your toads, and he was too busy with experiments to come, so he sent me on Frank to pick you up."

Hermione curled up in the thick blanket, her head resting tightly on William's shoulder, and asked curiously, "Who is Frank?"

Newt gently stroked the brown feathers beneath him, glancing at Hermione through his thick bangs and saying:

"This is the Thunderbird; I named it Frank."

The Thunderbird is a large bird that lives in North America, most commonly found in Arizona in the southwestern United States, and is closely related to the phoenix.

Thunderbird can create storms while flying and are highly sensitive to danger, making them extremely dangerous creatures.

Newt had been struck by lightning that had attracted the Thunderbird.

However, the Thunderbird absorbed most of the electricity, and Newt wasn't seriously injured. He fell only because his old leg pain flared up.

Newt remarked, "I rescued Frank from smugglers more than sixty years ago in Egypt, and later I sent him back to the United States."

Don't let Newt's casual tone fool you; the return process is anything but easy.

As far as William knew, in those days, the Magical Congress of the United States of America enacted a policy of imposing Killing Curse on all magical creatures.

Newt has no choice but to smuggle a Thunderbird back to the United States.

"How did Frank end up here?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"Frank flew here by himself last year. He's grown up enough to fly across the Atlantic Ocean on his own," Newt explained.

"I brought it with me for Nicolas's birthday. After the birthday celebration, I'll take it with me to send a child to Romania."

That child, like Frank, was an animal smuggled by the wizard.

William raised an eyebrow; Newt's words revealed a lot more.

Transporting Magical Creatures across borders is a troublesome matter, Newt doesn't seem to be planning to go through official channels, but instead will ride his Thunderbird directly there.

After all, the Thunderbird can even cross the Atlantic Ocean, so flying from the small English Channel to Romania is not too difficult for them.

That's awesome!

"By the way, what happened to your toads?" Newt asked, puzzled.

"The tools Nicolas made have never had any problems, but I think I see traces of a magical attack on them?"

William nodded and quickly recounted the events that had occurred at Black Lake.

Newt combed the Thunderbird's feathers and said seriously, "Child, I think you and your friend have made a mistake."

"A mistake?" William was taken aback.

"You shouldn't capture Merpeople, even without the intention of harming them, just to make wands for Merpeople fur."

Newt said seriously, "Merpeople are not animals..."

"Then what are they?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"Humans, just like us." Newt wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. "I suppose neither of you has taken Care of Magical Creatures yet?"

William nodded and said, "That's an elective course that starts in the third year. I'm a second year now, Hermione is a first year."

William knows many Magical Creatures, but he only knows them out of interest and has not studied them systematically.

"No wonder." Newt suddenly seemed like an old professor.

You might wonder why Merpeople are human and not animals.

The definition of a human being has been debated in the Wizarding World for centuries.

"Initially, Bourdock Mal, the fourteenth-century Speaker of the Wizards' Council, decreed that any member of the magical world who walks on two legs would be granted the status of 'human.'"

Later, he convened all the "people" for a meeting in a friendly manner.

But the conference hall was packed with two-legged creatures brought by the Goblin, such as the Diricawl, the Augurey, and the House-elf.

"Therefore, merely having two legs does not guarantee that a magical creature will be interested in the affairs of the wizarding government."

Newt continued, "Mal's successor, Mrs. Alfred Cragg, believed that all beings who could speak human language were human."

But this definition is also narrow.

It wasn't until 1811 that a definition was found that most members of the magical world found acceptable.

Newly appointed Justice Minister Grogan Stumpe issued an order:

"Human" is any living being with sufficient intelligence to understand and assume partial responsibility in the process of making these laws.

Therefore, Troll are not human; Merpeople and Centaur are classified as human.

Of course, because of the discord between Centaur and banshees and vampires, they refuse to share the identity of "human" with these creatures, but that doesn't prevent us from still defining them as "human."

William nodded; he had heard Cedric mention this before.

His father worked for the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, where the Centaur Liaison Office still exists, although it is no longer used by Centaur.

Newt looked at William and Hermione.

This was the first time he had made eye contact with the two of them; at other times, he would either glance at them or nervously look away.

Newt said with utmost seriousness:

"Children, the Merpeople are attacking you not because they are strange."

There are no strange creatures in the world, only narrow-minded people.

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