The Kneazle is a very intelligent creature.

They also have a long lifespan.

Scamander likes this kind of interesting little creature very much, especially when he is old and his body is difficult to react, he needs the assistance of this little creature in the process of contact with magical animals. They can capture the emotions of strange magical creatures, whether they are kind or malicious, dangerous or safe, and even help to comfort them.

Everyone in the room was attracted by their strangeness.

Creatures like cats and raccoons rarely show this state.

Although they are called "cats" and look like cats, they are, after all, a "3X" level magical creature. The same dangerous level as the hippogriff. Ordinary big cats, lions, tigers and other creatures that are several times larger than cats are no match for cute kittens.

Especially since they are not ordinary kneazles.

They are the Kneazles that Scamander keeps.

When following Scamander, you will always see rare, dangerous and magical creatures that are hard to see in normal times, such as thunderbirds, horned water snakes, and leopards. Especially these cat-civets have lived and eaten with fire dragons for several years.

It's a cat-like creature that has seen many storms.

"Hobie?"

"Millie?"

Scamander spoke, somewhat confused.

"Is there something bad outside the door?"

Even when Norbert, a cute, dangerous but charming Norwegian Ridgeback, was sent here, it did not make the three Kneazles at home so nervous.

The three kneazles had no time to pay attention to him and were staring at the door intently.

"More dangerous than Norbert?" he asked again.

One of them turned its head and gave an impatient, sharp cry.

"I'm afraid we can't stay here any longer." Scamander stood up and waved his wand. An old box flew out of the room, and as it flew, the food on the table parted to make room for the box.

With a click.

The box is opened.

"Come in," Scamander said briefly. "I think we're going to have a not-so-good Christmas."

The cats and kittens quickly jumped into the box.

Two Nifflers came out from the corner and kept picking at the decorations along the way. They knew very well that Scamander would not have any objection to their actions at this time.

His children and grandchildren also got into the box with ease.

"Be careful." Scamander's wife, Tina Goldstein, also walked towards the box, "I have a very dangerous feeling."

"Write the letter to Dumbledore in the box." Scamander nodded, and when the last cushion rolled into the box, he closed the box. With a "clang" the door was smashed open, and wood pieces flew out and broke into pieces.

A group of knights in black armor rushed in.

Accompanied by biting wind and cold air.

Leading the group was a man holding a long staff. He was the navigator of the Wild Hunt, the golden boy of the Ain El clan, Caranthir.

"Are you the Wild Hunt that Dumbledore mentioned?" Scamander looked at them and raised his wand.

"Newt Scamander, the best master of magical creatures?" Caranthir also raised his staff and spoke in a hoarse and fierce voice, "You still have many rare magical creatures in your hands."

"Don't resist, in front of us..."

Scamander still held up his wand: "It seems that this is indeed the first time you meet."

"Then, goodbye."

He waved lightly.

Apparition!

Everyone knows that Scamander is an extremely good master of magical creatures, but what is less known is that he is also an extremely good master of Apparition.

A bright light burst out from Caranthir's staff.

But... the spell failed and failed to keep him.

"I disturbed him. He can't run far." Karanthir's voice was a little stuck for a moment. "I also planted a mark on his body."

He was a little surprised.

This was the first person who was able to Apparate away, although he only did so three times in total.

The two men had also tried to Apparate the first two times.

However, after learning some of the spells of this world, Caranthir, who was good at space teleportation spells, researched some small spells specifically, and the effect was obviously very good. The first two people were unable to escape. With his years of experience in learning magic, since he could stop those two people, he should naturally be able to stop the third person.

He remembered that the young man named Crouch had written in the spell book he gave them that the magic in this world was the power of the mind.

The same magic.

In the hands of different people, due to different mental strengths, it can exert different strengths and even have different properties.

Is this one of the reasons?

He waved his wand, opening the portal.

On a moor in Dorset.

The space twisted.

With a crisp "pop" sound, Scamander appeared in the air in a mess.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

He shouted loudly, waved his wand, cast a levitation spell on himself, and landed on the ground in a mess, tumbling.

First, subconsciously observe the surrounding environment.

There were no No-Majs or the Wild Hunt.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief. He opened the box, and an owl immediately flew out, flapping its wings and quickly flying towards the north. He reached inside, took out a bottle of potion, unscrewed the cork, and drank it. The pain left in his body by the fall was much relieved. After all, he was over a hundred years old, and his body was not as good as when he was young.

He raised his wand.

A portal opened in front of him.

The hazy white light spread out, distorting the surrounding space and enveloping this small world in this barrier.

Apparition!

Scamander didn't hesitate and cast the spell again.

There was no thought of counterattacking.

He fled, waiting for the time when the Wild Hunt could no longer disturb him, or until Dumbledore came to rescue him.

The Wild Hunt is in hot pursuit.

They always catch up first.

Until the fifth transmission.

Scamander fell from the sky again, but his luck was not so good. He landed in a city. The hard concrete ground caused greater damage to his body.

With a sizzling sound——

A car braked to a stop with difficulty.

The driver looked in disbelief at the two-story shop at least thirty feet away from the road, unable to understand why a person would suddenly fall.

The portal opens.

The Wild Hunt came out.

Hoarfrost and cold air poured out.

Scamander propped himself up and glanced at the cars and pedestrians on both sides of the street. The Ministry of Magic was in real trouble this time. Why did he always run into such things?

escape?

I'm afraid that won't work.

He raised his wand, and the fence beside the street twisted and changed, condensing into a huge fist, smashing towards the group of wild hunts.

I hope the unrest in the city can attract the Aurors here as soon as possible.