Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Cat nives are very smart creatures.

They also have a long lifespan.

Scamander likes this interesting little creature very much, especially when he gets older and his body has difficulty reacting. In the process of contact with magical animals, he needs the help of this little creature. They can capture the emotions of strange magical creatures, whether they are kind or malicious, dangerous or safe, and can even help comfort them.

Everyone in the room was attracted by their strangeness.

Creatures like cats rarely appear in this state.

Although they bear the name of "cat" and look like cats, they are after all a "3X" level magical creature. In the same danger level as it, there is also the Hippogriff. Ordinary big cats, lions, tigers and other creatures that are several times larger than cats are no match for cute kittens.

Especially they are not ordinary cats and civets.

They are cats raised by Scamander.

When you follow Scamander, you will always see rare and dangerous magical creatures that are hard to see, such as thunderbirds, horned water snakes, and poisonous leopards. Especially these cats and cats eat together with the fire dragon. We lived together for several years.

He is a cat nive who has seen strong winds and waves.

"Hobi?"

"Milly?"

Scamander spoke, somewhat confused.

"Is there something bad outside the door?"

Even when Norbert was sent here, a cute, dangerous but charming Norwegian Ridgeback, it didn't make his three cats and cats nervous to this extent.

The three cats and raccoons had no time to pay attention to him and stared at the door seriously.

"More dangerous than Norbert?" he asked again.

One of them turned its head and responded impatiently with a shrill 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 house. As it flew, the food on the table separated, just enough to make room for the box.

There was a snap.

The box opens.

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

The cats and cats quickly jumped into the box.

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

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

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

"Write a letter in the box, addressed to Dumbledore." Scamander nodded, and when the last futon rolled into the box, he closed the box, and there was a "clang" sound - the door was also closed at this time. Smash it open, and the pieces of wood fly and fall apart.

A group of knights in black armor broke in.

Accompanied by biting wind and cold air.

The leader is a man holding a long staff. He is the navigator of the Wild Hunts and the golden boy of the Ain El clan, Caranthir.

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

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

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

Scamander still held up his wand: "It seems that you are indeed meeting for the first time."

"Then, goodbye."

He waved lightly.

Disapparate!

Everyone knows that Scamander is an extremely good master of magical beasts, but few people know that he is also an extremely good master of Apparition.

A bright light burst out from Caranthir's staff.

However, the spell failed and could not be retained.

"I interfered with him and he couldn't run too far." Caranhir's voice was a little stuck for a moment, "I also planted a mark on him."

He was a little surprised.

This was the first person to be able to disapparate and escape, although he only did so three times in total.

The two people also tried to disapparate the first two times.

However, after already understanding some of the magic spells in this world, Caranthil, who is good at space teleportation spells, developed some small spells. The effect was obviously very good. The first two people could not escape. Based on what he had learned over the years, Magic experience, since it can stop those two people, it should naturally be able to stop the third person.

He remembered that the spell book given to them by the young man named Crouch said that the magic in this world is the power of the soul.

The same magic.

In the hands of different people, due to different spiritual powers, they can exert different powers and even have different properties.

Is this one of the reasons?

He waved his wand and opened the portal.

On a moor in Dorset.

The space was distorted.

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

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

He shouted loudly, waved his wand, cast a levitating spell on himself, and rolled to the ground awkwardly.

For the first time, subconsciously observe the surrounding environment.

There were no No-Majs, and no sign of the wild hunting pack.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, and he opened the box. An owl immediately flew out, waving its wings, and flew quickly to the north. He reached inside and took out a bottle of magic potion, unscrewed the cork, and drank it. The pain left on the body due to the fall has subsided a lot. After all, at over a hundred years old, the body is far inferior to what it was when he was young.

He raised his wand.

A portal opened in front of him.

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

Disapparate!

Scamander didn't hesitate and cast the spell again.

There was no thought of any attempt to fight back.

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

The Wild Hunt is in hot pursuit.

They can always catch up immediately.

Until the fifth transmission.

Scamander fell from the air again, but his luck was not so good. The landing point was a city, with a hard concrete floor, which caused greater damage to his body.

A snort——

A car came to a hard stop.

The driver looked in disbelief at the two-story shop, which was at least thirty feet away from the road, and couldn't understand why a person suddenly fell.

The portal opens.

The Wild Hunts come out.

Frost and cold air surged out.

Scamander propped up his body and glanced at the cars and pedestrians on both sides of the street. The Ministry of Magic was in really big trouble this time. Why did he always run into this kind of thing?

escape?

I'm afraid it won't work.

He raised his wand, and the fence on the street twisted and transformed, condensing into a huge fist, and struck hard at the group of wild hunters.

I hope the turmoil in the city can attract Aurors to come here as soon as possible.