Chapter 91

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Newt was exhausted and rested, but Wayne was still lively and proposed to go out for a walk alone.

If it were any other little wizard, Newt would definitely not let him run around.

However, he had seen Wayne's strength in the past few days, and his mind was very mature, so he would not cause any trouble.

With just a few words of advice, Newt let him go out to play.

Due to its location in the southwest, Arizona's weather is much better than New York's.

Not only was there no snow, but the temperature was also above freezing.

There is only one street in the town. Compared with Diagon Alley, it looks a bit shabby and wild, but it is not inferior at all in terms of liveliness.

The entire UK has a population of more than 60 million, but the United States has more than five times that number. When it comes to the number of wizards, it is probably that much more.

It's a pity that the background is too shallow, and there are no famous pure-blood families. Even if there are, they are branches from Europe.

What kind of aristocracy could you expect from a former place of exile.

Wayne strolled on the streets and visited every store to experience the different American customs.

Perhaps because of the proximity to the Thunderbird Sanctuary, many shops sell Thunderbird-related things.

Various materials, decorations, small models.

But most of the materials are fake.

If animal protection materials can be sold so openly, then we might as well not protect them at all.

Wayne actually bought some gadgets with Indian style, which he planned to take back as souvenirs.

Seeing a young wizard spending money so lavishly, a group of people on the crowded street looked at each other and followed quietly behind him.

Seeing that Wayne turned into a dead end, the three wizards were overjoyed and hurriedly chased after him.

But when they came to the alley, they saw Wayne waiting for them with a faint smile.

Before they could say anything, Wayne had already taken the lead.

"There is no fear of 'four, three, seven'!"

Deep arcs of light emanated from his black pupils, and the three wizards who followed were all hit, with expressions on their faces ferocious and twisted.

"Silence!"

"Give me a hard time!"

Then came the silencing curse and the petrification curse. The three of them had no idea what was happening, and the battle was completely over.

Wayne released Jerry and emptied their pockets of all the galleons.

"Go and find all the valuable things."

Jerry, who was still very dissatisfied after having all his Galleons taken away, heard the order and immediately ran excitedly with his short legs to search the wizards.

Jerry likes treasures, and he also likes the process of treasure hunting.

It was always full next to Wayne, and there was no opportunity to search for treasures. Even if he found them, he couldn't fit them in.

Today, he could be active.

The little guy skillfully took out gems, Galleons, and Sickles from various hidden corners. Wayne was very satisfied with what he saw.

Isn't this just picking up items automatically?

From now on, he fights monsters and Jerry picks up corpses, perfect coordination.

Wayne looked at it and saw that the three poor men had nothing of value, so he gave it all to Jerry.

After putting all the things of interest into his stomach, Jerry climbed onto Wayne's shoulders with satisfaction.

"Squeak!"

"You want me to return those galleons to you?"

"Squeak!"

"It's too much trouble. You can just put it in your pocket, as much as you can.

The boy threw Jerry into a dragon skin bag specially made for galleons.

Seeing the pile of golden galleons, Jerry screamed in surprise and fainted with happiness.

The three little tails didn't dampen Wayne's interest in going shopping at all.

It wasn't until two hours later that he felt Newt should wake up and returned to the bar.

"Did you encounter any trouble?" Newt asked when he saw him coming back.

It turns out that Newt still doesn't quite understand Wayne.

Often, he is the trouble itself.

Without mentioning being followed, Wayne took out a few small models and showed them to Newt.

"Do you think there is any truth in those Thunderbird materials?"

Newt shook his head: "Even if there is, it will only be on the black market, and it is illegal to openly sell Thunderbird materials.

"If you need it, you can collect some yourself when the time comes, and don't sell it."

Wayne said he understood. He was not short of money and would definitely not sell it.

As night fell, Newt looked at the time and it was almost eight o'clock.

He immediately grabbed Wayne's shoulders and cast Disapparation.

In the blink of an eye, the two came to a cliff. There were already two people nearby. When they saw them appearing, they came up to them.

"Mr. Scamander, you are finally here. Is this your grandson?"

One of the middle-aged men looked at Wayne.

"No, Ravzi, Wayne is one of my juniors from England. I took him to meet the Thunderbirds."

Newt obviously knew both of them, and there was no social fear. He introduced Wayne:

"Ravzi Worley, the vice-principal of Ilvermorny School, is also the dean of Thunderbird Academy and an expert in thunderbird research."

Ravzi waved his hand quickly and said modestly: "In front of you, who dares to say that I am an expert on magical animals? I just did more research."

Newt smiled sheepishly and said hello to Wayne. He was a little concerned about the surname Worley, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Then, Newt introduced another wizard, a wizard who had not spoken a word since the two came over.

He was much stronger than Ravzi, and he was also taller, a full 1.9 meters.

"This is Leicester Gordon, a former Auror and now Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Ilvermorny."

The strong man nodded to the two of them, and Ravzi smiled and explained for his companion: "Don't mind, Leicester usually doesn't like to talk, and he has a cold recently and his throat is very uncomfortable."

Newt nodded in understanding, and then continued to ask: "Is anyone else here?"

"It should be soon, there is not much time until eight o'clock." Ravzi looked at his watch and said to Newt: "Wait a little longer.

In the next few minutes, several more witch phantoms appeared one after another.

Most of them are friends of Newt or Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.

The laying of Thunderbird eggs is also a big deal for the Ministry of Magic, and the arrival of Aurors is to prevent poachers and scavengers from causing trouble.

The Purifiers are a unique group in the United States and are the enemies of all wizards and the Magical Congress.

They were originally wizard mercenaries from different countries. When the country was not yet formed, they came to this continent to make trouble.

As long as they can get a bounty, they will hunt them without hesitation, whether they are Muggles or wizards.

It was not until the establishment of the Magical Congress in 1693 that they began to launch an organized counterattack against the Purifiers, and finally won.

But this does not mean that the Purifiers have disappeared since then. Many people choose to marry Muggles to avoid being hunted. Their descendants often also have magical talents, and they have long been instilled with the idea that wizards are evil.

The battle between the two sides has continued to this day, during which Congress enacted the Rappa Potter Law, banning wizards and No-Majs (also known as Muggles), also because of the Purifiers.

Snapped!

There was another explosion of Apparition, and Wayne followed the sound and looked over.

He saw a tall witch who was much taller even compared to Hagrid walking over.

But unlike Hagrid, this tall witch has a very delicate face, with a hint of colorfulness set off by her short hair.

Set off by exquisite clothing and various jewelry, she looked quite noble.

"Welcome, Olim, welcome to your arrival." Rafzi stepped forward and gave the witch a hug.

At 1.8 meters tall, he could barely reach her waist, which looked a little funny.

Newt also stepped forward to greet her.

The witch said gracefully, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Scamander. Mr. Flamel asked me to say hello on his behalf."

"Thank you for your concern. How is he recently? I sent him a lot of potions to treat osteoporosis."

"Very nice, he and Perenal are enjoying their Christmas break in Barcelona."

After the two of them finished talking, Newt introduced Wayne, "This is Ms. Maxim, the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"That's Wayne Lawrence, a freshman in Hufflepuff."

Wayne tilted his head hard to meet the other person's eyes, "Nice to meet you, Principal Maxim."

"Hello, kid." Although he didn't know much about the others, Wayne already scored a lot of points just for his looks, so Maxim's attitude was also very kind.

The group didn't chat for too long, and the Aurors and other wizards left one after another. Their mission was to prevent others from approaching.

Starting tonight, this area has been sealed off, and no other wizards are allowed to enter without the permission of the Magic Congress.

Rafzi, Lester, Maxim, and Wayne headed to the highest mountain in the distance.

Two experts, Rafzi and Newt, observed the state of the ptarmigan and the health of the ptarmigan eggs after they were laid.

If problems arose, they were responsible for solving them.

"There are five Thunderbirds laying eggs this time. During this period, their spouses will become very violent, as you will see soon." Newt introduced the situation to Wayne.

"What's the survival rate?"

"Less than 40%." Newt sighed slightly. "This is with our help. Before the protection period was established, two out of ten eggs would be considered good."

Wayne nodded slightly. For a natural disaster-level creature like the Thunderbird, its ability to reproduce would not be very strong.

This is a law of nature. The more powerful a creature is, the more difficult it is for it to have heirs.

No, he had to find more wives while he was still in the human category to continue the descendants of the Lawrence family.

Newt didn't know that Wayne could relate so far just by listening to Thunderbirds lay eggs.

He held onto Wayne's shoulders and apparated together with the other three, and soon they arrived at the foot of the highest mountain.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the atmosphere became a bit depressing...

The space had become unstable, and for safety reasons, the few people could only walk up the mountain.

While going up the mountain, Wayne also learned the purpose of Maxim's trip, which was also to obtain materials from the Thunderbird for use in the school's alchemy course.

With the help of Nicolas Flamel, Beauxbatons' alchemy teaching level is definitely the best in the world.

When she mentioned it, the huge lady also had a look of pride on her face.

The group walked halfway up the mountain when they suddenly heard the cry of thunderbirds, and Newt's expression changed.

"That's not right. During the egg-laying period, the male bird will not leave the nest easily."

A huge shadow flashed in the sky, and lightning pierced the sky, allowing them to see clearly that it was a bird.

Seeing the thunderbird landing quickly, several people stood ready and took out their wands.

"Wayne, hide behind me." Newt said seriously.

The strong wind howled by, and the Thunderbird had already landed on the ground, just tens of meters away from them.

"唳~!"

There was another chirp. The others didn't know why, but they still remained vigilant. Only Newt and Wayne's expressions turned strange.

Newt turned to look at the boy and stammered, "It came here to see you?"

Wayne smiled bitterly, "Probably."

The others looked at them in shock.

"Let me talk to it," Wayne said softly.

Newt thought for a while and finally got out of the way. "Be careful."

"Mr. Scamander..." Maxim wanted to say something else, but Newt motioned for her to calm down.

Wayne stepped forward under the gaze of everyone and faced the Thunderbird alone.

Everyone's hearts were lifted, even Newt's. He clenched his wand tightly, ready to take action immediately if the Thunderbird showed any anger.

Through talent and experience, Newt realized the Thunderbird's deep kindness towards Wayne.

But there couldn't be any carelessness.

This thunderbird was not an ordinary thunderbird. A normal thunderbird had wings spread about eight to ten meters, but this one was estimated to be more than fifteen meters long. It was obviously the king of this area.

As Wayne got closer, something shocking happened to everyone.

The tall thunderbird actually lowered its head and leaned on the ground.

Two eyes bigger than lanterns looked at Wayne eagerly, as if expecting something.

"You want me to touch you?" the boy asked tentatively.

"Bah!"

The thunderbird called again, and Wayne finally confirmed it, reaching out his hand and stroking its steel-like feathers.

"It's so painful," he thought.

As if it understood the look in his eyes, the thunderbird felt a little aggrieved. It raised its head and exposed its neck, indicating that the feathers there were more pliant.

Wayne stood on tiptoe. The ptarmigan was so big that he could only touch it in this way.

Sure enough, the feathers here were much softer than those on the head, and he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

The thunderbird also chirped with joy.

Maxim and the others looked at this scene in disbelief with their mouths wide open.

Rafzi turned to look at Newt. "Mr. Scamander... What on earth is going on?"

He was an expert on thunderbirds, so he knew better what such a move meant.

The softer the place, the more vulnerable it is to animals.

The key parts of the Thunderbird are the neck and chest.

It is simply unimaginable that Wayne could touch and play with it so wantonly.

This can simply represent surrender!

"I don't know the specific situation," Newt shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Maybe it's a talent. Wayne, like me, is more popular with magical creatures. Perhaps there is also the reason for the phoenix. According to legend, there is a very close connection between the thunderbird and the phoenix."

But Newt didn't say it; it was Wayne's secret.

But he was still wondering. Even because of the existence of the Phoenix King, it wasn't surprising that the Thunderbird would show kindness.

But such a close gesture cannot be explained simply by that reason.

Wayne must have other secrets.

Newt was right. The reason why the Thunderbird was so obedient, even abandoning its wives and children and flying down from the top of the mountain to find Wayne, was the most critical factor: Lord Thunder's decree.

With this talent, Wayne can be called the Lord of Thunder. The thunderbird, who is more sensitive to thunder, can still feel the top-down sense of dominance even when he does not show his talent.

"Okay, go back and protect your wife and the baby who is about to be born. We will go up in a while."

Wayne said softly.

The thunderbird screamed again, spread its wings, and then looked at the boy.

"Uh..." Wayne turned his head and looked at Newt and the others.

"She said she wanted to take us for a ride. Do you want to come with us?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. In the end, Newt came over first, and the others followed.

Once the four of them were seated, the divine bird spread its wings and soared into the sky!