Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"Have you seen my future?"

He looked at the noble creature in front of him and asked softly.

Qilin remained silent.

Just lowered his head again.

So, Ryan had the answer in his heart.

He didn't ask any more questions, but raised his hand to take the jade-like horn.

The texture of the unicorn is soft and radiates a faint warmth.

Then, Ryan saw Qilin slowly stand up again.

It faced Ryan and slowly retreated until it disappeared into Newt's suitcase.

"..."

Only two people were left in the room, looking at each other in bewilderment.

“This is really... This is really...”

At this moment, Newt was still staring blankly at the jade horn in Ryan's hand.

"I bet this will shock everyone...even Dumbledore might get his nose twisted..."

he muttered.

"Yes, I was surprised too... But Mr. Scamander, I have to point out that Headmaster Dumbledore's nose is crooked..."

Ryan pointed out the loopholes in Newt's words sharply.

But then...

"And, Mr. Scamander..."

Ryan looked at the Qilin horn in his hand and spoke softly.

"I'd like to ask you not to spread the news about this Qilin horn."

he asked.

"Ok?"

So, Newt looked at him in confusion: "Why?"

The old wizard was a little confused: "The unicorn's horn can save you from a lot of trouble - at least now the Ministry of Magic's accusations against you will seem meaningless..."

The recognition of the Qilin is a true golden sign in the magic world, and the Qilin horn is a unique honor in ancient and modern times.

Any criticism of someone recognized by Qilin will not be believed, and in Newt's opinion... this is obviously the fastest way for Ryan to solve the current trouble.

"really."

Ryan nodded. "If the wizarding world knew what happened today, Fudge would definitely give up on putting pressure on Dumbledore and me through public opinion and conspiracy. That would only destroy himself."

"But I don't think it's a good thing for him to withdraw his claws...isn't it?"

Ryan smiled and looked at Newt.

The minions are in hiding, just waiting for the next attack.

But Ryan hated trouble.

so...

"I'd rather... just cut off his claws."

Ryan stroked the unicorn horn in his hand: "And now, I have a great knife."

"You mean, when Fudge takes action..."

So, Newt vaguely understood what Ryan wanted to do.

The old wizard sighed sincerely: "You are so cunning... I mean, you and Dumbledore are really like each other."

The thought of Fudge fighting with these two foxes, one old and one young.

Newt had already begun a moment of silence for the other party.

"Oh, that's a little hurtful."

Ryan said with a smile.

"Let's get on with Friday, Mr. Scamander."

He put away the Qilin horn and turned the subject back to the main topic.

"Oh… of course."

And Newt only then realized why he had opened the suitcase just now.

So he quickly waved his wand and pointed it at the toolbox he had just taken out.

The next moment, the toolbox was opened.

Then...

"Meow!"

Friday gave a sharp bang and turned to run.

But Ryan grabbed the struggling white cat and held it down.

"Oh..."

But he was also a little surprised when he looked at the bottles and jars in Newt's toolbox - glass bottles and syringes of various sizes filled with completely different blood.

The largest syringe looked even bigger than Ryan.

This made Ryan feel a little suspicious.

"Oh, don't worry—that's for drawing blood from the fire dragon."

Newt smiled and explained to the man and the cat, then picked up another smaller syringe: "This one is for Friday."

"Meow!"

Then, the white cat's screams echoed throughout the living room.

Twenty minutes later.

The white cat panted and looked indignantly at its owner and the old wizard holding the weapon.

Then it saw Ryan throwing a can of cat food at it.

"Eat?"

Friday: "...Meow!"

Little Master Ryan, you are so despicable!

"Oh, it's so easy to coax - every time I draw Tichondeo's blood, I have to give it several extra rat brains..."

Soon, watching the white cat happily licking the cat food can beside him, Newt said with some envy.

"Then you must change this habit, Master Scamander—or you'll see your Winged Demon turn into a gas tank... Believe me, it's always difficult to make a pet lose weight."

Ryan joked.

Then, he looked curiously at the tube of cat blood in the syringe and asked seriously, "It seems—you think the special thing about Friday is the blood?"

"Oh, I suppose so."

Newt was fiddling with the instrument in his hand while speaking.

"You should have noticed the magic I used before... the magic I used to find the trail..."

"of course."

So Ryan naturally recalled the magic used by Newt - he imitated the sense of smell of the long-nosed sea lion and allowed Ryan to witness a new legendary path.

To be honest...even until now, Ryan is still amazed by that magic.

"The source of that magic comes from my research on the blood of long-nosed sea lions... and of course, from my constant companionship..."

Newt said this, and seemed to have adjusted the instrument in his hand.

Ryan saw that the blood in the syringe seemed to be driven by magic.

It began to flow continuously, as if it were in the body of a living creature.

Ryan also sensed several different spell configurations and observed traces of more than a dozen alchemical matrices.

"Bionics Charm... Temporary Life Charm... Breathing Charm... And—is that the alchemical matrix related to Life Transmutation?"

After all, he was the heir to Nicolas Flamel's alchemy workshop.

At this moment, Ryan naturally also saw the clue of the syringe.

"That's right... I went to learn this from Nico specifically, over 30 years ago..."

Newt nodded.

When talking about Nicolas Flamel, he and Ryan obviously felt some sighs and nostalgia.

But then, Ryan said curiously, "The purpose of these things... is to give this syringe properties close to life and to show the trajectory of magic flow? Why?"

Newt didn't answer him directly.

He simply took out a glass bottle from the box, which contained red blood with a hint of gold.

Ryan recognized it at a glance; it was the blood of a fire dragon.

Then...

He saw Newt pour the dragon's blood into the syringe containing Friday's blood.

then...

"!!!"

In Ryan's surprised eyes.

He was shocked to see that the fire dragon's blood had clearly merged with Friday's blood.

Then...