The person who reached out to help him up was an old wizard who could tell he was old.
The man with silver hair and gray-blue eyes looked at Gretel curiously, but his eyes were gentle and did not make Gretel feel any discomfort at all.
He has a somewhat thin figure, wearing a knee-length gray-black coat, and loose and decent casual trousers tucked into long boots that reach down to his calves.
The boots were polished so brightly that Gretel felt like they could reflect his own shadow.
It can be seen that this old wizard lives a good life.
The last old wizard Gretel had seen who took care of himself so meticulously was Dumbledore.
When Gretel was still thinking about how to introduce himself, the old wizard in front of him spoke.
"Um, hello, are you Mr. Mike Grete?"
His voice was gentler than his eyes, but seemed to have a hint of unnoticeable tension.
"Yes, Magrett, the wizard from England would like to thank you for your generous help."
Gretel's eyes gradually brightened, and he seemed to know who the person in front of him was.
"Hello, I'm Newt Scamander, like you, from England.
Professor Dumbledore said you would arrive today and I have been waiting for you."
As expected, the person in front of me, even though he is old, still looks a little introverted, is the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
In the process of capturing Grindelwald, the master of magical beasts, Newt Scamander, made a huge contribution.
Perhaps because of my age, the freckles that are a marker on my face are not that obvious.
This is also the reason why Gretel didn't dare to confirm Newt's identity at first glance.
"That," Newt stretched out his hand and pointed at the dust on Gretel's body.
In the magical world, if two wizards don't trust each other very much.
Normally, no one would point their wand at another person, and that usually meant a duel.
Gretel said sorry and used Clean Up on himself.
"Hello..." Gretel didn't know how to address the wizard in front of him.
Perhaps seeing his embarrassment, Newt smiled and said, "Mr. Newt or Mr. Scamander, you can call me whatever you like."
Grete thought about it for a moment and felt that she should still hug the thigh in front of her.
"Hello, Dr. Scamander, I'll leave it to you for the next few months. I will try not to cause any trouble to you."
Newt smiled. He was not shy about dealing with Muggles, so he knew the meaning of this title.
That's right. He specializes in the protection of magical animals. According to the Muggle world, he can indeed be regarded as a doctor, and he is even the best among doctors.
"Then, Mr. Gretel, please come in and take a rest."
Newt stepped aside, revealing the three-story building behind him.
Only then did Gretel have time to look at his surroundings.
Newt's three-story building is located in a small village. The village is not big, and you can see the edge of the village at a glance.
However, it shouldn't be very far from the city.
At least, from the distant horizon, you can see the rows of tall city buildings in the distance.
The courtyard has the rough style of an American small town. If nothing else, it can be seen from the size of the courtyard that it has only one feature: it is large.
It's like a small town that often appears in western movies.
In the courtyard wall surrounded by logs, a small wooden building with a red roof and white walls sits alone in the center of the courtyard.
Along the fence, there are many four-flower flowers planted, and several tall red maples swaying in the breeze.
From the corner of the house, you can see that there are many fruit trees planted in the backyard, but it is obvious that they are not yet mature, covered with green skin, and enjoying themselves in the sunshine.
It looked like they were going to live here for a long time. They had cultivated several vegetable plots on the ground where there were no large plants, and many vegetable seedlings had sprouted.
The shrubs in the corners were also cleaned, and after drying, they were all piled neatly under the shed in the corner of the yard, probably to be used as dry firewood.
Newt didn't rush Gretel, he just followed him quietly, observing him curiously.
Until, a head with gray hair but neatly groomed appeared from the kitchen of the small building.
"Newt, let me tell you, you two, when are you planning to come in for something to eat? There will be plenty of time to get acquainted with each other."
Newt scratched his head in embarrassment, but still didn't urge him.
"My wife, Porpontina Goldstein." Newt raised his voice, "Tina, wait a moment, we will come right away and let Gretel finish reading.
Professor Dumbledore said that Mr. Gretel is coming to America for the first time and he hopes I can take good care of him."
"I'm sorry, Dr. Scamander, I'm rude. I should have visited the hostess first."
Just from Mrs. Newt's attitude, Gretel already knew who was in charge of this family.
Under Newt's embarrassed eyes, Grete and him quickened their pace and walked into the small red building in the center of the yard.
"Hello, Mrs. Tina, my name is McGonagall, from Hogwarts."
Obviously, after living in the UK for so many years, Gretel has already become proficient in etiquette.
Tina Goldstein's hair has the same natural curls as Newt's, but the waves are bigger than Newt's.
Unlike Newt's silver-white hair, her hair is only flower-white.
Mrs. Tina's clothes were very homely, she even didn't take off her apron.
"Little Gretel, right? Dumbledore has written countless letters, praising you in every word. Come and let me see."
Obviously, compared to Newt who is afraid of society, Mrs. Tina is a social cow.
After taking a look at Gretel's whole body, he pulled Gretel and pushed him to the seat.
"Don't call me madam, if you don't mind, just call me Tina. That's how our grandson calls me. Of course, for him."
Tina pointed to Newt who was taking off his coat and said, "Don't call him Doctor, just call him Newt.
You British people are so polite. When I was listening to you talking at home just now, I almost laughed my teeth out."
Gretel really didn't expect that a gentleman brought up in England would marry such a generous lady.
But how can I put it, he likes this atmosphere very much, this family where he will stay for several months in the future.
The first feeling I gave him was that he was very harmonious.
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After the pleasant tea, Tina left some space for the two wizards, one big and one small. You know, Dumbledore's letter,
But I asked Newt to use his talent to help him sense the dark side of this little wizard.
Although Newt was afraid of society, he still knew how to get along with this little wizard who was about the same age as his grandson.
He did not let Grete sit still, but proposed to take Grete to see the magical creatures he had collected and protected for many years.
Lead Grete down to the basement.
Obviously, the traceless stretching spell has also been cast in the basement, and the environment here does not seem cramped.
Lighting and ventilation should also be achieved through some kind of magic spell.
If Gretel hadn't seen him walking down the stairs with his own eyes, Gretel wouldn't even have realized that this was a basement.
When you enter the basement, the first thing you see is a bookshelf filled with various notes.
A simple brown desk is placed in the center.
Newt introduced that the notes on the bookshelf were all recorded by him over the years, and were related to the protection of magical creatures.
Gretel looked curiously, he was looking for the Niffler who was number one on Grindelwald's hate list, Newt's good friend, and who regarded the flash of light as his life.
Until Newt pulled out a suitcase from the corner that looked like it had been used for a long time. The moment he opened it, a black and gray animal jumped out of it.
He moved so fast that he could only vaguely see a faint light running around him.
At this time, Newt's warning voice came faintly, "Gretel, protect your things."
Sure enough, after Grete groped around for a while, he found that the few galleons in his pocket and the school badge on his chest were all missing.