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"But my best enemy is you. Flee from me, the worst is you and I. But if you keep searching for my voice, forget me, the worst is you and I."
— Ma Meilleure Ennemie by Stromme & Pomme (Arcane)
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Newt has been in 2024 for five days, but he hasn't found a way to get back to the 1930s.
He still remembered that he was in a long-awaited meeting with Albus. He bought Albus feathers of the Silent Bird, which could be made into reminiscence and truth serum, as a specialty from South America.
During the conversation, he suddenly felt a scorching Summer breeze, and disappeared from Albus's sight as if he had been apparated.
The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to pick up his suitcase. (he hoped Albus can hand the suitcase over to Bunty later — Bunty naturally knows how to take care most of the animals, but there are still some animals that are dangerous and need special care — his notes on this are on the desk, which should be provide some help)
In a blink of an eye, he crossed time and space, ending up stuck in a tree branch beside the abandoned building. That's how he ended up at Cuba in 2024.
Hanging upside down, Newt touched his breast pocket, and Pickett poked its head out and tilted its head curiously at him. He smiled warmly and pressed Pickett back with one finger — no matter what, he was glad that at least he had a little friend to accompany him to this strange world.
After the initial chaos, Newt settled down in a Muggle pub (thanks to his halting Spanish) and became a waiter, helping to serve wine and food in the store at night, and draring the day he went around to inquire about unusual magical events nearby, because he was penniless...
On the first day here, Newt tried to contact the local Auror Department, but unfortunately, he seemed to be restricted by some magic to a limited range of an abandoned building, in which the place where he ended up days ago.
After a few days of testing, it was probably a radius of 500 meters to 1 kilometer with a certain point in the building as the center point.
This building was definitely the exact place where Newt was when he ended up at this era. He believed that the key point must be in a corner of the building, but so far he has found nothing.
He planned to make some 'small noise' on the street after work tonight to attract the attention of the Aurors, while continuing to check the building for any dark magic marks.
With a 'ding dong' sound, Newt placed away his thoughts and picked up the beer to deliver it to the customer's table. At this moment, a shadow fell in front of him, and the glass table of the bar was knocked twice. A lot voice in Spanish came: "One glass of Brandy."
If there was one word that Newt had learned the most in this pub, it was undoubtedly the names of various types of alcohols and wines. However, he was still startled by the tiredness and hoarseness in the voice. He shrank his shoulders and then looked up— Merlin's beard.
The man in front of him was wearing a low-key dark jacket, with thin silver-rimmed glasses hanging on his high nose bridge, freckles dotted slightly in his cheeks, and the lenses just softened a certain inhuman feeling that was about to emerge. There was a hint of gentility and elegance in his angular coldness.
Of course, the most striking thin is that he and Newt look almost identical.
Perhaps because of dangerous animals as a Magizoologist, Newt frowned as if his personal space was invaded, took a step back unconsciously and almost knocked over the beer in his hand.
At the same time, a clear intuition sounded an alarm in his mind, urging Newt to stay away from this man. He's dangerous.
Newt resisted the urge to pull out his hand and point it at the man.
Not only did he let out a wry sigh at his good luck, but whoever this man was, it was obvious that he and Newt's time travel were inextricably linked.