This trip abroad was a completely different treatment and experience than the last time.
The last time, I was like a wandering child, having to figure out everything on my own.
This time, I had just left Hogwarts and arrived at the Hall of the Ministry of Magic.
A wizard who had been waiting for a long time came forward.
He handed himself a small saber, said a friendly hello to himself, and left without any hesitation.
Xifa, who was holding a knife, did not stop the wizard who had handed him the knife for no reason from leaving.
In his hand was a enchanted door key.
He only needs to find a quiet and dedicated corner and wait for the trigger time, and he can leave the British mainland directly.
Just like that, after many relays.
West France easily reached the Strait of Gibraltar.
Different time, same place, looking at the constant flow of freighters in front of me even during the war.
Xifa lamented that things are different and people are different.
From here on, there is no Portkey to help you.
However, a ferry dedicated to crossing the strait on a small pier not far away can take you on a journey...
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Where Newt is now, Xifa doesn't know.
At the edge of the city, Xifa held a map of the distribution of wizard camps made of parchment. On the map, he found the gathering place Newt mentioned with difficulty from the small print.
When he saw that the gathering place spanned most of the continental plate, Xifa was silent.
Especially when he learned from the stall owner that there was no fast movement method such as floo network between each camp, he became even more silent.
Xifa cannot trust a door key made by an outsider.
Helpless, Xifa looked back at what was probably the most prosperous city on the continent.
Without hesitation, he drove the motorcycle towards the endless prairie.
In just half a day, Xifa changed transportation.
The grassland where weeds grow is simply not a road that a motorcycle can navigate.
Fortunately, there are many groups of zebras and other animals on the grassland. Through a domestication magic device, Xifa can easily obtain transportation tools.
At this point, Xifa no longer has to worry about when the wheels of the motorcycle will be locked by grass roots, nor does he need to worry about getting stuck in the quagmire.
The mount under you can solve these problems for yourself.
Enjoying the breeze and the breath of freedom, Xifa had a happy look on his face.
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After several days of running around, Xifa finally arrived at the camp Newt mentioned.
Although Mahjong is small, it has all the necessary features.
That's probably what this campground is like.
At a glance, there are several houses surrounding a small cobblestone square.
There are a few scattered pointed tents outside.
Weapon shop, potion shop, bar, hotel...
Xifa squinted his eyes, struggling to identify the functions of these houses from the long-repaired signboards.
It should be a bar... Let's go to the bar first and check out the situation.
He lifted his collar to cover his mouth, pressed his hat to cover his eyebrows, and tightened the wizard's robe that had been wrapped around him for a long time.
Xifa walked towards the "noisiest" bar.
Go up the steps and stand in front of the wooden door.
Xifa looked at it and made sure there were no traces of black magic. Then he stretched out his right hand covered with dragon leather gloves and slowly opened the store door.
squeak--
There may be few people who push the door with their hands like Xifa.
Under the incomprehensible gaze of the boss.
Xifa clapped his hands awkwardly.
It's all because this door hasn't been taken care of for a long time, and there is too much dust... As the creaking sound sounded, the dust in the wood cracks was shaken out, and poured down like a small waterfall.
The sunshine at noon on a sunny day is naturally abundant and bright.
Just opening a door is far better than passing through a crack in the wall.
The incoming beam is much brighter.
The people in the store who were indulged in chatting and boasting felt the long-term change of light.
Then he turned his attention to the door.
While enjoying the attention of everyone, Xifa also used this bright light to quickly glance at everyone present.
When I saw the boss's Adam's apple twitching slightly.
Only then did Xifa look away, turned around silently, and reached out to close the creaking shop door.
Turning around again, Xifa squinted his eyes and finally saw that the local people hiding in the darkness were not paying attention to him.
Then he walked towards the bar counter.
"What's your signature drink here?"
With his back to a certain kind of customer, Xifa said calmly, and at the same time he raised his hand and placed a piece of paper on the rotten wood bar.
"Ah! The conditions are simple, and they usually only serve local specialty fruit wines. However, if the guests are not used to it, there are also expensive treasures."
The boss was very wise and used the cover of Xifa's cloak to read the note.
"So, do you have butterbeer?"
Xifa suddenly asked in a wicked way.
"Well - yes, it's available. You know the price. It's shipped from there to here..."
A golden Galleung was thrown by Xifa without hesitation.
The shop owner grabbed Galen in the air with a playful smile.
Years of experience allowed him to judge that this was a real gold coin.
So he happily bent down and took out a bottle of butterbeer from under the counter. While placing it on the counter, he inadvertently tapped the note with the tip of his wand.
Seeing this, Xifa picked up the beer and the note without hesitation, turned around and planned to walk to an unoccupied seat.
At the moment when the boss couldn't see it, Xifa threw the butterbeer into his cloak and took out the beer he had carried with him for a long time.
When you go out, you must be on guard against others.
After sitting down and taking a sip of butterbeer, Xifa spread the note on the table.
What was originally written as "Did Mr. Scamander leave a message?" became "Scamander hasn't been here to drink in three days."
Seeing this, Xifa put away the note and frowned while drinking beer.
It was very strange. If the bar owner had not deceived him, Mr. Newt had indeed appeared here in his true form, and he had even told the bar owner his name.
Of course, it’s not ruled out that Newt’s reputation for causing trouble has spread here.
But Mr. Newt didn't hide his whereabouts, so why didn't he show up here for three days?
Judging from the boss's tone, Mr. Newt comes here quite frequently!
Could it be that he was going to inquire about information from those unknown persons?
Xifa felt very distressed.
With the help of sunlight, I could see with my normal eyesight without opening the dragon pupil.
Among the dozen or so people in the bar, three of them wrapped themselves up as if they were themselves. Through the partial naked skin, they confirmed to themselves that they were Europeans like themselves.
Two of them are obviously companions, but their sitting posture and temperament clearly indicate that they are adventurers who have been licking blood from their swords all year round.
The last one would be a witch, if she hadn't taken Polyjuice Potion or used some other means.
However, judging from her drinking movements and sitting posture, she should be a "civilized" wizard.
As for the others, they were all locals, and they were shouting in local dialects. Xifa was not sure that they understood what he was going to say.
If you think you are provoking and start a conflict, wouldn't that reveal part of your true identity? After all, he couldn't cast magic even if he took out his wand. You can only chop with a sword or shoot.
Do you want to stay in this camp and wait for Newt to come back?
Xifa lowered his right hand, turned the wheel of the pistol, then picked up the empty wine bottle,
He was going to throw the bottle into the trash can next to the bar and talk to himself at the same time.
Ask the witch in the corner for information.
