Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

David stepped out of the courtyard into an eerily empty Ministry of Magic. The halls, once bustling with life, were silent, their temples and offices deserted. His unease grew with every step.

"Where is everyone?" he wondered aloud. "Could they all have gone to help Grandpa? But even then... not this many people."

He frowned, trying to piece together the mystery. When he had lost consciousness earlier, Newt had been chasing the thieves. Could the thieves have regrouped and sent reinforcements? That might explain the absence of so many wizards.

As David pondered, a faint tremor caught his attention. He turned toward the distant battlefield, where magic pulsed violently, visible even from afar. Smoke curled into the sky, and in the distance, Muggles wandered close, only to suddenly turn back as if remembering something urgent. Clearly, someone had cast Muggle-repelling charms to keep them away.

David quickened his pace, following the trail toward the city's edge. When he arrived, the sight before him stopped him in his tracks. Buildings had crumbled into ruins, and the air was thick with dust. Wizards darted through the rubble, casting spells in rapid succession to deflect debris and push back the source of the chaos.

"That's intense," David muttered. But as he moved closer, he realized something shocking: it wasn't thieves causing the destruction—it was Kamera beasts. Three of them, leaping and roaring, retaliated against the wizards trying to contain them. Their massive forms smashed through hastily conjured stone barriers, their claws slashing wildly.

Underneath a crumbling building, David noticed cages holding smaller animals. "The Kamera cubs," he whispered, suddenly understanding. These were the beasts Newt had taken from the forest earlier. But how had they ended up here, in the city?

The truth dawned on him with a sinking feeling. The direction the thieves had fled... it had led them straight toward town. The beasts must have followed them, causing mayhem as they arrived.

"Grandpa, you didn't stop them?!" David groaned, burying his face in his hands. "This is going to land us in so much trouble!"

The wizards surrounding the Kamera beasts seemed hesitant to attack too aggressively, likely trying to avoid injuring the rare creatures. But the Kamera beasts didn't share the same restraint, lunging and clawing at every opportunity. The battle dragged on, leaving many wizards visibly drained.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the beasts began to tire. They collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Wizards moved cautiously forward, injecting sleeping potions and securing the creatures in enchanted cages.

David was about to step closer when a sharp pop startled him. Turning quickly, he saw Newt and Tina appear before him, Newt clutching his trusty suitcase.

"Grandpa! Grandma!" David exclaimed, relief washing over him.

"Shh!" Newt hushed him, glancing nervously over his shoulder. He rummaged through his bag and produced a Portkey. "Grab this. We need to leave. Now."

David barely touched the Portkey before the room spun violently. Wind rushed past, and the three of them hurtled through space, finally landing in the familiar warmth of home.

Back at Newt's house, their two Kneazles, Millie and Moller, peeked curiously from behind the sofa. Recognizing their owners, they meowed indignantly, as if scolding them for their absence.

David, however, had more pressing questions. "Grandpa, what happened? Weren't you chasing the thieves? How did the Kamera beasts end up in the city?"

Newt sank onto the sofa, his hair disheveled and his energy spent. "Those thieves knew they couldn't outrun me, so they led the Kamera beasts toward the city. To the beasts, the people there smelled the same as the thieves—like danger. So, they attacked indiscriminately."

Tina chimed in, sipping tea. "Thankfully, I managed to alert the Ministry of Magic. They intercepted the beasts before they reached the heart of the city."

David glared at Newt. "Why didn't you call the Ministry sooner? This whole mess could've been avoided!"

Newt looked sheepish, scratching his head. "Well... I thought I could handle it. I didn't expect the thieves to be so desperate."

David sighed, exasperated. "Do you think the Greek Ministry will let this slide? What if we—Tina and I—end up wanted for this mess?"

Newt waved dismissively. "Oh, they'll understand. We helped them catch the Kamera beasts, after all. Besides, if anyone should be wanted, it's me. I'll just avoid Athens for a while. Problem solved."

David shook his head, frustrated by Newt's casual attitude. Before he could argue further, Tina interrupted. "David, write to Queenie and invite her for dinner tonight. We'll discuss something important then."

Confused but obedient, David nodded. "Alright, but what's so important?"

"You'll find out," Tina said, reclining tiredly on the sofa.

That evening, after dinner, Newt led David into his magical suitcase. Inside, the room was transformed into a small shed filled with vials, animal feed, and detailed notes on magical creatures. Tied to a post in the corner was the young thief they had been tracking earlier.

David approached cautiously, noting the man's disheveled appearance. He was about twenty-five, with a pale face marred by scars and rough hands that contrasted starkly with his otherwise clean, delicate skin.

"Grandma," David asked, glancing at Tina, "who is this guy?"

"That," Tina said with a tired smile, "is what we're going to figure out."