Throw the bottle in the trash.
Xifa continued to move forward, preparing to negotiate with the witch who seemed easy to talk to.
"Xifa..."
The bar owner suddenly raised his head and spoke to Xifa in an imperceptible voice.
"Huh?" Xifa suddenly stopped and turned his head slightly, staring at the boss with cold eyes, while placing his right hand under the cloak on the revolver.
There was no trace of fear on the boss's weather-beaten face. He looked directly at Xifa, his right hand holding the wand pointing straight down.
He raised his empty left hand and straightened the cowboy hat on his head.
It seemed that he was blaming Xifa for his sudden reaction and blew his hat.
The two looked at each other for two or three seconds, and Xifa's eyes became more and more murderous. He was not a wizard who had never killed enemies before, so he would not hesitate.
Just when the boss's calm gaze gradually became unbearable, his right hand trembled and he was about to raise it.
"Corwin..."
In the eyes of others, Xifa just said something mindless.
But the boss confirmed it.
He put away his original rhetoric, which was to ask Xifa to have another glass of butterbeer.
He nodded directly, and while his expression was still calm, he took out an envelope wrapped in parchment from his arms with his left hand. The seal was printed with the texture of a feather.
The fiery red pattern attracted his attention, and Xifa couldn't help but take a closer look.
This is really the pattern of Phoenix Fox's feathers.
Xifa snorted coldly, grabbed the envelope, threw down a copper siko, turned and walked out of the bar.
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After leaving the camp, Xifa made sure that no one was following him, and then walked straight towards a hillside in the distance.
He opened the envelope and pulled out the parchment.
Xifa was surprised to find that there was no writing on the parchment.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, twisted his watch, and took out the wand...
After tapping the parchment, Xifa patted his forehead speechlessly.
I am really stupid, obviously the wand can no longer respond to my own magic power.
However, there is still a way.
After once again confirming that no one was watching him, Xifer drew out the Sword of Gryffindor and pointed the tip of the sword at the paper.
Although it left a tiny trace.
But Xifa believed that there was nothing wrong with it, and could only trust that it could lead him to find Newt.
After Xifa put away the sword, he looked at the parchment with expectant eyes.
It was like a butterfly suffering from dazzling lights, trembling slightly before folding up with difficulty.
Finally, the piece of paper consciously folded into a little bird, flying up and down in one direction.
Seeing this, Xifa quickly activated his floating shoes, and while chasing the beacon leading the way, he took out an invisibility cloak and put it on his body.
Although it is deserted and seems unnecessary, it can ultimately avoid a lot of trouble.
In particular, the Muggles here are very ignorant. They will regard the scene of you flying through the air as a miracle and pass it back to the tribe. It would be bad if someone with care finds out...
The more they chased, the more surprised Xifa became.
What was Newt thinking, telling him where the camp was, and then why was he traveling so far away?
Chasing from the bright sun to the setting sun.
The paper bird finally circled in the air and fell down.
Huh? Horned camel? No...it doesn't really look like it, and this is not Europe, but...cats can be divided into many varieties. It is not impossible that this kind of horned beast with the same pattern on its skin as a zebra is called a zebra horned beast.
Xifa shuddered inwardly.
After looking at the two giant beasts in front of him from a bird's eye view, Xifa turned his attention to the paper bird.
Good guy, he is indeed Mr. Newt who is obsessed with magical animals.
I saw him with weeds on his head, mud smeared on his face, and something in his mouth.
Wand, crawling behind the two giant beasts to observe them.
You are also big-hearted, and you are not afraid that they will suddenly pull - beep - or turn around to find you and give you a loving trample.
In fact, Xifa thought too much about who Newt was. His research on magical animals could be said to know him better than the magical animals themselves.
It is estimated that Newt only needs to look at the frequency or posture of the horned beast's tail to know what they want to do.
Although it was a bit presumptuous, Xifa decided to go down and say hello to Newt.
Otherwise, according to Dumbledore's experience, when Newt takes the initiative to end the observation, his body will really collapse... And now, although he is in a mess, Xifa is very sure that his eyes It's glowing.
"Newt..."
"Shh-"
Landing next to Newt, Sypha pulled open the invisibility cloak in Newt's direction.
He just showed up and didn't have time to finish saying hello.
Newt signaled him to stop talking and stepped forward to listen.
Please, just lie down on the ground...
However, Xifa did not wait for anything to say.
Newt had spent all his extra energy dealing with Cifer.
He stared at the two giant beasts in front of him without blinking.
Helpless, Xifa didn't want to ruin his good mood, so she leaned down and lay next to Newt.
"Illusion spell? Release it quickly, oh, invisibility cloak, it's okay."
Xifa's head was full of black lines and he lifted the cloth on his hand, letting Newt understand that he had not cast a spell.
"If my predictions are correct, the lady of the pair of horned beasts will give birth to her child within the hour."
"Did you know? Horned camels are very rare in Europe now. The damn war has destroyed their habitat. It's hard for me to find traces of them."
"Fortunately, this is still a relatively primitive environment. It can be said to be the pure land of magical animals."
"You see how lucky I am, I discovered a pair of horned beasts, and I also had the opportunity to witness the birth of the horned beasts with my own eyes."
"I have to remember this scene in my mind. I will definitely add this scene to my notes..."
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Newt Scamander, who is obviously submissive and usually has to muster the courage to make up his mind even to look at people, is sharing his joy of observing magical animals.
He turned into a talkative person who was completely opposite to his usual self.
Fortunately, what Newt said was not nonsense, nor was it boring theoretical knowledge.
Xifa followed Newt while crawling forward, listening to the one-sided output from his mouth.
After intercepting some useful knowledge, Xifa understood that wild horned camel beasts are very sensitive to magic fluctuations.
If he were not using an invisibility cloak but a disembodiment spell, he would almost disturb them when he was so close.
By then, the birth of the little horned camel will most likely be affected.
In this way, Xifa passed through Hogwarts several times, taming various mounts and running around the prairie, and spent more than a galleon in wealth.
After all the hardships above, I met Newt.
There were no unnecessary sensational scenes when the two met.
There were only two people crawling on the ground like maggots.
Two crawling tracks were left on both sides of the horned beast's footprints.
With your back to the setting sun extending into the darkness...
