Felix was about to start introducing them when a black shadow ran out of the tent, climbed up Newt's feet and onto his shoulder, with one hand on his waist and the other pointing at Felix.

"Chirp! Chirp!" Sniff Valen shouted excitedly.

Even Harry and the others could see that the Sniff was complaining.

"Oh, Valen," Newt said soothingly, "It's good to learn more knowledge. You really should read the chapter 'Sniff' I wrote, and if you can read, I can write to you every year..."

Sniff Valen looked at Newt in disbelief.

Newt looked at it, "Are you still drinking your tonic? I brought a portion..."

"Chirp!"

The Sniff let out a mournful cry, jumped from his shoulder into Felix's arms, and hid his head, which made everyone laugh.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Mr. Newt Scamander, the most prestigious magical animal protection expert in the world." Felix held the Sniff and smiled as he said, "Mr. Scamander came here this morning. Headmaster Dumbledore successfully persuaded him to leave a precious memory that will last forever with Hogwarts... If someone writes this school history in the future, today will definitely be worth writing about."

Newt looked at Felix a little uncomfortably, and the expression on his face was the same as his memory.

The light of worship for knowledge flashed in Hermione's eyes, and she couldn't wait to say, "Mr. Newt Scamander, we wrote to you - me, Harry and Ron," she pointed to the two people next to her, "about Hagrid's Buckbeak! It's still in the Forbidden Forest, living with its family!"

Newt looked at Hermione, then at the shorter Harry and Ron, as well as Cedric, Collins, and Roger Davis standing next to them - they all stared at him intently, and he found that he had become the focus of their attention.

He said softly, "Is it Miss Granger? Oh... I just did what I thought was right... and I'm happy about it."

They sat around a simple wooden square table in the camp, and the wood texture on the table surface could be clearly seen. Newt's memory whispered, "Sorry, excuse me." Then it disappeared.

Newt himself blinked and looked at the place where the memory disappeared reluctantly. When he turned around, he found that everyone was looking at him in surprise. He cleared his throat, "Well, let's officially start... Dumbledore told me that I only need to leave a memory and leave things to him... But I insisted on meeting you before leaving. I think it is necessary."

"My footprints have spread all over the five continents. I have visited the nests of wild beasts, the caves of underground animals, and the nests of birds. I have observed the strange habits of magical animals in more than a hundred countries, experienced their abilities in person, and won their trust. Occasionally, I also use a travel kettle to drive them away."

"Travel, travel kettle..." Roger Davis laughed and stroked his hair. "Did you encounter a group of migrating goblins?"

Others also wanted to laugh.

But Newt answered Davis very seriously, "No, it's a group of big-headed hairy monsters."

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"Um--"

Felix hooked his finger, and a strange creature appeared on the ground. It was about one foot tall, with a hairy body, but a big bald gray head.

"That's what it looks like." Newt said happily, "See? Compared to their bodies, their heads are unusually large. They only need to lie on the ground - yes, thank you - you see, if you don't pay attention, you will mistake them for a bright and round stone. Many traveling wizards didn't notice them and leaned on them to rest or pillow them. As a result, when they woke up, they found themselves more tired and drowsy... or in a state of hysterical despair."

"This creature likes to chase people's shadows. If you encounter it in the wild, you can make some noise to scare it. Of course, the coma spell will also work, or just kick it away with your feet..."

Among the six warriors, only Cedric chose the sixth grade Care of Magical Creatures class. This was due to the influence of his father - Mr. Amos Diggory now works in the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic. He had seen pictures of the big-headed hairy monster in class, but he still felt novel when listening to Newt's introduction. They found that this old man who was a little taciturn always talked a lot when talking about magical animals, and inadvertently mentioned many interesting details.

Harry asked about the thunderbird.

"It is a large flying bird that can sense danger and create storms while flying." Newt said nostalgically, "Almost seventy years ago, in 1926 to be exact, I rescued a thunderbird from a trafficker in Egypt. I called it Frank. Something happened in the middle... I can't say it because I signed a confidentiality agreement... But I met my wife during this incident..."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The thunderbird is a bit like an enlarged eagle, with brilliant feathers of different colors, but generally dragging two long tail feathers - they are distant relatives of the phoenix. Frank's feathers are golden and white, shining in the sun like flowing clouds."

Harry asked, "But I heard that, uh, thunderbird feathers can be used to make wands. What are the characteristics of this wand? And the horned water snake?" Byers

once told him that the core of his wand is a thunderbird feather, and the core of Victor Graves's wand is a part of the horn cut off from the horn of the horned water snake.

Newt thought for a moment and said, "Thunderbirds are very sensitive to supernatural dangers. It is said that wands made of thunderbird feathers are not only powerful, but can also be used to cast spells first in a duel..." Harry and the others looked at each other deeply, and Newt continued, "But I think this description is a bit exaggerated. My wife Tina's wand is made of thunderbird feathers, and I am no stranger to this. She often complains to me that her wand is difficult to control."

"As for the horned water snake, I don't know much about its wand," Newt said matter-of-factly, "I only know that if there is enough tacit understanding with the owner, the wand can issue an early warning in times of danger, which is similar to the habits of the horned water snake..."

Felix interrupted and said, "I happen to know something about the material of the wand. There is one thing you need to know. Although the wand chooses the wizard, the wizard will also affect the wand after long-term companionship. Even wands of the same material and core can produce very different effects in the hands of different wizards, so you should pay more attention to people."

Several people nodded.

For the next hour, they chatted and enjoyed a leisurely evening, as if they were really led by Professor Heppe to the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary and happened to meet a knowledgeable elder.

"...The first time I saw a fire dragon was in a secret project of the Ministry of Magic in 1914. At that time, I had just come of age... I was just a low-level employee of the Ministry of Magic... But other people in the Ministry couldn't do anything about those Ukrainian iron bellies, so they came to me. Later they had to abandon the plan because the investigators of the Ministry of Magic found that these dragons only responded to me..."

Harry and the others stared at Newt in a daze as he explained -

"I have a natural ability to communicate with different creatures and establish connections with them. I am very good at dealing with them... Later, in 1918, August Worm, the publisher of Obscurus Books, commissioned me to write an authoritative handbook on magical beasts. I gladly accepted the offer, but at the same time felt deeply inadequate, so I used my vacation time to travel around the world and accumulate materials. In 1925, I went on a one-year trip to record the habitats of various magical beasts..."

The young wizards present - including Felix - listened silently. It was fascinating to hear an outstanding, even great wizard talk about his experiences in his youth, and to feel from his words those profound thoughts that could not be put into writing.

"It was a wonderful time, carefree, always looking forward to tomorrow. I walked through the dark African forests, observing the precious scene of the runes snake emerging from its eggshell; I crossed the bright Egyptian desert to pursue the local legend of the Sphinx; I wandered to the uninhabited green lakes of Ireland, covering the horse-shaped water monster with broad-leaved cattails; I crossed the winding European mountains and witnessed the funny show of the mountain troll trying to tame the horned beast..." "

Until 1927, I completed the first edition of the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", which quickly became a bestseller after publication."

"It was a Hogwarts textbook!" Roger Davis said.

"My mother used it as a storybook to put me to sleep...but she didn't realize that it had the opposite effect." Cedric said, and the people around him laughed kindly.

"Children." Newt was about to end today's conversation.

"At first, I just wanted to let more people know the characteristics of the magical animals that live on the same land as us, and improve their lives. At that time, people still had prejudices against these animals, and for centuries they had been arguing over the question of "what is an animal and what is a human"... It was also during my continuous travels that I thought more deeply about the relationship between animals and humans. If there is anything I am eager to tell you from my experience, it is that only communication and understanding can eliminate barriers."

Newt stood up and straightened his blue coat.

"Mr. Scamander, are you really determined not to stay for another day or two?" Felix said to keep him.

"I am a little worried about Tina... She is alone at home, taking care of the magical animals in the basement, which is not an easy task." Newt said: "I have left all my knowledge about magical animals, and he will tell you everything about dragons on my behalf."

"I wish you all the best in passing the test in advance." He put on his hat and said to the six warriors.

Harry and the others returned the greetings in a mess, and then Hermione asked, "Mr. Scamander, when you first knew you were going to face a dragon, how did you feel? Were you afraid?"

"Fear?"

"I was worried and so excited that I couldn't sleep." Hermione said.

"My opinion may not be the same as yours, but in my opinion, worrying means suffering one more time. And whether it was me at that time or you now, we are facing the dragon in a relatively safe environment, so we can be a little relieved... I hope I can help you, Miss Granger." Newt answered seriously.

When he was about to leave, he saw his memory hidden in the mist, and behind him was a group of magical animals. The past was vivid in his mind, his eyes were wet, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and left classroom 7 with everyone.