Chapter Ninety-Four: Newt Scamander

Xiwen gazed at the man before him, who carried an old-fashioned brown leather suitcase and wore a slightly shy expression. Somehow, this image struck Xiwen as oddly familiar.

"Yes, I am Xiwen Rozier. May I ask who you are?" Xiwen said.

"It seems I haven't found the wrong person," the man with disheveled brown hair replied, visibly relieved. "My name is Newt Scamander."

Upon hearing the name, Xiwen was stunned and exclaimed in surprise, "Are you Mr. Scamander?"

No wonder this figure felt so familiar—he was none other than the most extraordinary and revered magizoologist in the wizarding world today, Newt Scamander!

Xiwen had often chatted with Professor Kettleburn at Hogwarts, and Mr. Scamander was the most frequently mentioned figure in those conversations. Professor Kettleburn endlessly praised Scamander’s relentless research and rescue of magical creatures, often with a hint of envy.

"I've long admired you, Mr. Scamander! Professor Kettleburn often speaks of you," Xiwen said, never imagining that the friend mentioned in Dumbledore's letter would be such a renowned figure.

"Sylvanus is an excellent magizoologist. We've always kept in touch," Newt replied softly, his expression tinged with nostalgia. "He has been a great help in compiling my books."

Looking at the magizoologist, Xiwen suddenly remembered his uniquely talented kitten, whose breed even Professor Kettleburn hadn't fully understood.

"It's a pity I didn't bring my cat home. Otherwise, I could ask you to help identify her breed," Xiwen said regretfully.

"Are you referring to the cat with both leopard and zouwu lineage?" Newt's eyes lit up with excitement as he asked.

Surprised by Newt’s reaction, Xiwen paused before replying, "Ah, yes."

"So you are the young wizard raising that cat," Newt said with a smile. "Sylvanus wrote to me about some zouwu-related matters and mentioned your kitten's peculiarities."

"Incredible! To think a creature could perfectly retain two distinct magical traits!" he marveled. "What a shame I can't see her in person."

"Well, if you truly wish to meet her, perhaps it’s not impossible," Xiwen said after a moment’s hesitation.

"Then let’s bring her over right away!" Newt exclaimed, but then, realizing his eagerness, quickly added, "What I meant was, could you bring her here?"

Xiwen smiled knowingly and then pretended to pull out a mirror, feigning it was a two-way mirror, and began speaking to it.

In truth, the mirror was merely a ruse. At that moment, Ghost Xiwen began to act.

Experience had proven that, even separated by half the breadth of England, his body and spirit could instantly sense each other’s circumstances, allowing Xiwen considerable flexibility.

Now, Ghost Xiwen slipped into the Slytherin dormitory and found the little kitten dozing in her cage.

"Kitten, would you like to go out and play?" Ghost Xiwen bent down and asked.

The kitten seemed irritated by the interruption, flicking her tail rapidly and smacking the small blanket inside the cage with a loud thump.

Seeing she ignored him, Xiwen tried a different approach, coaxing gently, "Aren’t you tired of playing around the castle every day? You could go to King's Cross Station and find Xiwen!"

Upon hearing the familiar name "Xiwen," the kitten finally opened her eyes and glanced indifferently at the scentless, transparent figure.

"By the way, do you know where King's Cross Station is?" Xiwen suddenly realized the issue—after all, the kitten had her eyes closed at the time. And after so long, could her tiny brain really remember such a complex name?

Yet the kitten merely shot him a disdainful look, stood up, shook her fur, and vanished instantly.

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At the entrance of King's Cross Station, Xiwen worried the kitten might have gone astray.

Suddenly, a space outside the station twisted and warped!

From the distorted air, a silver-striped kitten leaped out, staring adorably at Xiwen and Newt.

But before Xiwen and Newt could rejoice, the surrounding crowd erupted in commotion!

The massive flow of people outside King's Cross Station meant that many Muggles witnessed the spatial distortion and the kitten emerging from thin air, making matters suddenly complicated.

"Oh no, how could I have forgotten about this?" Xiwen pressed his hand to his forehead.

Newt quickly recovered from his excitement at seeing the kitten, instinctively drawing his wand to cast a memory charm. Yet, faced with the overwhelming crowd, he was at a loss as to where to begin.

Just as the situation seemed deadlocked, several men in formal attire rushed out from inside the station.

The leader called out loudly, "What happened here? Who used magic in front of Muggles?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Xiwen said, discreetly bending to scoop the kitten into his arms and apologizing aloud. "It was my mistake."

"You used magic illegally?" The formally dressed man looked at Xiwen's youthful face, puzzled.

As Xiwen was about to explain, Newt stepped forward and said, "Mr. Shafik, it was our magical creature causing trouble. I can take responsibility."

"Mr. Scamander?" Mr. Shafik clearly recognized Newt. Upon hearing that it was one of Scamander’s magical creatures at fault, he seemed unsurprised.

Mr. Shafik smiled and said, "No need, Mr. Scamander. You’ve done the Ministry many favors, so helping you out of a little trouble is only right."

He then instructed his staff to erase the Muggles’ memories.

After the Ministry officials departed, Xiwen looked at Newt and said, a bit ashamed, "Mr. Scamander, it was actually my oversight, but you ended up taking the blame..."

"Don't worry!" Newt shook his head, smiling. "I have a brother in the Ministry—he’s the head of the Auror Office. So the Ministry won’t give me any trouble."

"As for you, it was because I wanted to see your cat that you called her here. I share the responsibility, so you needn’t feel guilty."

With Newt's gentle reassurance, Xiwen finally relaxed and let out a long breath.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Shafik, the two entered King's Cross Station together.

"So are we going to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?" Xiwen asked.

"To reach the European continent, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters won’t suffice," Newt replied, shaking his head. "This time, we’re heading to Platform Seven and a Half."

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