"Dr. Scamander, thank you for your unreserved teachings over the past three months.
Mrs. Tina, thank you for your meticulous care over the past three months. I will write to you when I return to the UK."
End of August.
Gretel packed up his things early in the morning and came downstairs to say goodbye to the two old people.
Hogwarts would start school in a few days, and he had to return to England to prepare some items needed for the start of school.
For other things, it’s easy to say that commercial streets in America can also prepare everything.
It was Gilderoy Lockhart who was so unlucky that the textbooks required for second grade students turned out to be a complete set of reading materials written by him.
This book was a bestseller in the UK, but across the ocean in America, the books written by Lockhart, an internationally renowned writer, did not sell well.
Grete tried to order from the bookstore, but the price of nearly ten times the price persuaded him to give up.
Although in the past three months, Grete had accumulated a fairly substantial net worth by selling magic potions, there was no reason for Gretel to choose to be taken advantage of.
So I had to go back a few days in advance and go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to buy the series of books by Gilderoy Lockhart, who is about to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Returning from the Americas to the UK, this kind of long-distance movement across continents, would either involve traveling across the ocean on Muggle ships.
Or choose the door key. Although it feels very uncomfortable after the transfer, it is convenient and quick at least.
Gretel first went to the port to inquire about the cruise ship and learned that the latest ship would not leave until the end of the month.
If he takes a boat to England, by the time he returns to Hogwarts, school will have been in session for a week.
There was no other way, so Grete had to hold his nose and go to the countryside of Breston, where there was a door key to London.
Newt and Tina told Gretel a week ago that they would receive guests from far away today and there was no way to see him off.
After saying goodbye to the two old men, Gretel packed up his luggage and set off alone.
Arriving at the roadside, Gretel stretched out his wand.
However, he did not intend to ride the Thestral carriage, but to try his own flying spell that he had modified based on the legacy left by Professor Tom.
According to his vision, flying must be safe and comfortable, and the speed and direction can be adjusted as desired.
To this end, he ventured to observe dozens of flying creatures in Newt's space.
In the end, the thing that gave Gretel the most inspiration was the bird and snake curled up in the cup.
Although birds and snakes also have wings, their ability to fly has little to do with their wings.
After many studies, it was discovered that birds and snakes achieve flight by instinctively affecting the air near themselves and forming an airspace under their control.
This also ignited the inspiration for Grete's research.
Plus the legacy of dear Professor Tom.
The flying spell created in the end actually formed a wonderful balance between the flight of thoughts and flight in the air.
"air space."
As soon as the spell was cast, the invisible wind instantly filled around Gretel, forming a spherical space with him as the center.
This spherical space is the airspace that belongs to the Flying Spell? Gretel version.
Just after Gretel rose from the ground and flew towards Breston.
Two people came out of a dilapidated, uninhabited small house on the edge of the village.
The two people looked at each other, and in an instant they looked away in disgust.
There is no way, if it is not the order of the Dark Lord, who would be willing to act with a wizard (werewolf).
As Voldemort's most loyal subordinates, when he asked who was willing to help him capture a young wizard from across the ocean, Selwyn and Fenrir Greyback almost rushed out and took over the order.
But what is unpleasant is that what the Dark Lord said is that they only need to capture, not kill, and they are not even allowed to cause excessive harm to the person they want to capture.
Especially Fenrir Greyback, who was almost stepped on by the Dark Lord and warned, "If you dare to hurt him a little, and let his wounds be contaminated by the dirty werewolf virus, I will make you regret coming to this world."
Up.
However, if you can complete the task perfectly, I will grant you the identity of a Death Eater until eternity."
Fenrir Greyback was a born werewolf. As the leader of the werewolves, he believed in Voldemort. He believed that under Voldemort's rule, the life of werewolves would be much better.
But Voldemort has always ignored their race, and would only temporarily allow him to wear Death Eater costumes when he was needed.
Therefore, after the Dark Lord granted him the official status of a Death Eater, this werewolf whose mind was full of blood thought for the first time.
What should we do to bring Gretel back to the Dark Lord without hurting him?
For this reason, he was even willing to briefly obey Selwyn, a Death Eater who always believed in the supremacy of pure blood and was born in the twenty-eight holy tribes.
In fact, Selwyn had a strong opinion in his heart. The Dark Lord never concealed their own purpose.
When he learned that the Dark Lord wanted to take a filthy Mudblood as his student, Selwyn felt that his world was about to collapse.
He followed the Dark Lord because he wanted to realize the magical world where pure blood was supreme as described by the Dark Lord.
He tried to ask his question, but then he swallowed it decisively when the Dark Lord stepped on the werewolf and said harsh words.
After all, the Dark Lord is the Dark Lord and his master. He doesn't have the guts to question it.
In order to avoid leaving traces, they did not choose the portkey, but chose to mix among Muggles and travel across the ocean.
According to the instructions of the Dark Lord, they lurked in this small wizarding village and hid in an abandoned house at the entrance of the village, observing Gretel's every move.
They thought about kidnapping Gretel and leaving, but when they saw Newt, they decided to give up.
It seems that there are only three wizards, two old and one young, in one house, but one is a former Auror of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, and the other is a world-famous Master of Magical Creatures.
They really don't think they can poke this hornet's nest and escape unscathed.
I squatted like this for three months, until my whole body was about to grow hair.
What Selwyn couldn't stand the most was the smell of the werewolf Fenrir.
In order to avoid exposure, they did not take a bath during the three months of summer.
In order to avoid unnecessary magic fluctuations, it was not even possible to clean it up.
Only in the dead of night, when everyone is quiet, can I quietly sneak out of the small hut and take a breath of fresh air.
Then hurry up and curl up again before dawn.
The resentment in Selwyn's heart was driving him crazy from the torture day after day.
After a long period of torture, he considered how to use the stupid werewolf next to him to turn the mission target into a werewolf and vent his hatred.
The Dark Lord can accept a mudblood, but he may not be able to accept a werewolf.
As long as he kills the werewolf next to him after completing the mission and wipes his hands and feet clean, he will still be the Dark Lord's most trusted Death Eater.
"Selwyn, let's go quickly. I can't smell him anymore. Let's follow." Seeing Gretel's shadow flying further and further away, the werewolf Fenrir hurriedly urged.
"It's okay, Fenrir. I believe in your ability. The Dark Lord relies on you the most. We must take care of each other when we go back this time."
Selwyn ignored his conscience and suppressed his disgust to praise this animal who was even worse than a mudblood.
The werewolf Fenrir knew that he was not smart, so in order to complete the mission, he had already handed over the command to Selwyn.
Because of his beautiful fantasy, he could even endure the stench for three months, the rancid sweat wafting from Selwyn, a pure-blood wizard.