My partner at Hogwarts is Tom

The battle ended within three minutes.

Viktor skillfully bound six poachers and found a stack of international black market orders—poisonous horn, three hundred gallons per pound.

"Greedy fool." Looking at the order, Victor shook his head speechlessly.

After all, even if he didn't intervene, given the strength of these poachers, they would probably suffer heavy casualties in the end.

Compared to their African counterparts, these Siberian venomous beasts are far more ferocious and united.

He pulled a sack of herbs from his pocket and fed them to the frightened horned beasts, encouraging them to migrate to other places.

Watching the Siberian venomous beasts depart into the distance.

Viktor pulled a leather pouch from his waist and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a wooden door as tall as a person.

Opening the heavy oak door reveals a world beyond.

The lush, dense forest and the exquisite cabin in the woods contrasted sharply with the Siberian ice field behind Viktor.

The opening of the gate seemed to have startled something.

In the dense forest, all sorts of heads, some hairy, some strangely shaped, popped out from nowhere, looking at Viktor with curious eyes of various colors.

Viktor, facing these curious eyes, shouted helplessly.

"Alright, go back now. There's no extra food or new friends this time. Be good and I'll tell you stories tonight."

With that, Victor waved his wand, directing the poachers' three modified sleds into the doorway.

And it turned out that what Viktor had brought in was neither extra food nor new companions.

Those pairs of eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky before disappearing one by one.

Victor wasn't angry at these heartless little devils who disappeared in the blink of an eye, and turned to look at Tom beside him.

At this moment, Tom was standing straight, showing off his big white teeth, and looking at him with eyes that had turned into Galleons, just like the Mike on his shoulder.

At Tom's feet were six poachers, stripped naked.

And the spoils looted from them.

Looking at the small pile of Galleons and Silver Sickles, as well as various poachers' gadgets, six wands, and several bottles of potions.

Viktor then started scribbling casually.

"Alright, let's stick to the usual arrangement. This pile is Mike's, these potions, items, and money are Tom's, and the remaining wands and money are mine. Is that alright?"

When Victor asked the question, both the big and small money-grubbers nodded repeatedly.

He quickly gathered up his pile of spoils.

He stopped looking at the mics that were being painstakingly stuffed into the pocket on his stomach, where a bunch of Galleons and Silver Sikes, each almost as tall as himself, were being stuffed.

And Tom, who was happily inspecting those strange gadgets and potions, and then stuffing them into the hair on his butt.

Victor sat on the threshold of the oak door and took a letter out of his pocket.

This letter was sent by his grandfather, Newt Scamander, the Master of Fantastic Beasts, to his friend, a handsome Mr. Thunderbird.

Opening the envelope with the Sniffer footprints, Newt's neat handwriting appeared before Victor.

"Victor, how are those little guys you mentioned last time? They... and Albus wants to invite you back... It concerns the safety of Hogwarts... We need eyes that understand magical creatures and have seen true darkness..."

As Viktor finished reading the letter, the system interface flashed:

[Received a special invitation: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry]

[Position: Professor of Magical Creatures Conservation]

[Reward Received: One Round of Roulette Draw]

Looking at the contents of the letter, Viktor scratched his head in slight distress.

As a transmigrator who was transported here by a massive transport to boost his performance, he naturally knew about Harry Potter.

Unfortunately, he had never seen either the movie or the novel of this phenomenal fairy tale.

Before he traveled through time, he had only been dragged along to watch Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them during a gathering with friends.

Then on the way, I heard my friend recommending something about Hermione and her two useless men, Dumbledore's "passionate" years, and the brainless, noseless monster who cut himself into seven pieces.

He also accepted his friend's recommendation, because to be honest, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is indeed quite good.

The strange and wonderful creatures and Newt's box are very appealing.

Just as he was thinking about going back to finish reading the Fantastic Beasts series and then watching Harry Potter...

Before he could even get home, he was transported here by a sales push to boost performance on his way home after the team-building event.

And he successfully became the grandson of Newt Scamander, the master of Fantastic Beasts.

Now, looking at the letter his grandfather sent, he realized that the brain-dead, noseless monster called Voldemort had returned.

Tom leaned closer, his bearskin hat brushing lightly against Victor's arm.

It poked the letter with its paw, then made a "packing" motion, mimicking a horse-riding posture, and finally pointed westward with an exaggerated expression of anticipation on its face, its ears under its hat twitching excitedly.

"Yes, we're going back to England," Victor said.

Upon hearing Victor's affirmative answer, Tom first wiped away non-existent tears with his paw, then gestured "goodbye" to the surrounding tundra, his hat tilting slightly.

Then white clouds suddenly appeared on Tom's head.

In the clouds, Tom appeared dressed in a sharp suit, then pulled a magic book and a wand from the hair on his buttocks, assuming a "teaching" pose.

Finally, imagine yourself surrounded by a group of students, and show a complex expression of pride and shyness.

Seeing this, Victor couldn't help but cover his face. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Tom had received an invitation to Hogwarts.

…………

The Russian border patrol arrived half an hour later—five Russian wizards riding magically enhanced war bears.

Upon spotting Viktor and Tom in the distance, Captain Ivanov jumped off the bear and ran over, laughing as he embraced Viktor.

"Victor, thank you so much! You're here to help us clean up the trash again! These are people from the 'black market,' we've been tracking them for three months!"

After giving a brief explanation, Victor handed over the six poachers, now frozen solid, and the black market order to the patrol team.

He also informed Ivanov that he was leaving.

Ivanov checked the orders, and his face darkened.

The chaos in the Far East is not just a matter of ordinary people's lives.

After all, ideas have no borders and cannot be changed by magic.

In fact, because of magic, the faith of those in the wizarding world is even stronger.

As a result, the chaos in the wizarding world in the Far East is even more difficult to quell.

The Russian Ministry of Magic, which had only been established for a short time, was still struggling to sort things out.

This emboldened these poachers.

It's important to understand that in the past, poachers caught in this part of the Far East were almost always either killed or seriously injured.

These Slavic barbarians only know how to drink vodka, ride trees, or fight bears to their deaths.