Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

Back home, the warmth of the cozy house was a welcome relief for David after his chilly adventure in the forest. He carefully let the injured fairies fly out of his coat and hat, then hung his coat on the hanger.

The four uninjured fairies immediately zipped around the room, their tiny wings fluttering as they curiously examined their surroundings. Hobby, ever the host, began showing them around, leading them to every corner of the house. He meowed occasionally, as if narrating a tour, though David doubted the fairies understood him. Meanwhile, Mili and Moeller were already stretched out on the carpet in front of the fireplace, basking lazily in the warmth.

The fairies' curiosity soon turned to bickering as their harsh buzzing filled the room. It was their nature to argue, and peace among them didn't last long. Meanwhile, the two injured fairies remained weakly on the table. David, wanting to help, spread a small blanket under them to make them more comfortable.

He carefully inspected their wounds—one had a small cut on its arm, while the other had an injury on its calf. Their limbs were so tiny that David's attempts to help seemed clumsy. Fearing he might accidentally harm them further, he simply sprinkled hemostatic powder on their wounds. It wasn't perfect, but it would stop the bleeding.

Just as he finished, there was a loud pop, and Newt and Tina Apparated into the room. Newt looked exhausted, while Tina seemed cheerful and energetic.

"Grandpa, come quick!" David called out eagerly.

Newt dragged his tired feet toward him, but his face lit up when he saw the fairies on the table. "Oh, fairies! Aren't they lovely?" His joy quickly turned to concern as he noticed their injuries. "But why are they hurt?"

Newt didn't waste a moment. With a wave of his wand, he summoned bandages and medicines from a nearby cabinet. With expert precision, he gently applied ointment to their wounds, wrapped them with bandages, and tied neat little bows.

The other fairies, still fluttering around the room, cautiously approached Newt, drawn by his gentle demeanor. Even Pickett, Newt's shy Bowtruckle, peeked out from his jacket pocket to observe the new guests.

"Where did you find them?" Newt asked, gently stroking the fairies that hovered near him.

David explained, "I traded insects to save them from the Bo birds."

"Bo birds?" Newt's expression shifted to concern. "How many did you see?"

"Three," David replied.

"And what happened to the birds?"

"They ate the insects and flew deeper into the forest. I couldn't stop them," David said.

Newt nodded thoughtfully. "I'll have to check the forest in a few days," he murmured, before returning his attention to the fairies.

Just then, Tina walked over with two large wrapped packages and handed them to David. "Here's the candy you wanted! Check if it's the right one."

David opened one of the packages eagerly. Inside was a beautifully designed box with a wizard illustrated on the cover. The wizard was dressed in fine robes and a pointed hat, holding a wand and conjuring a floating chocolate ball. After dramatically savoring the chocolate, the wizard sprouted wings and flew into the sky, surrounded by a magical glow.

David rolled his eyes. "Such over-the-top advertising!" he muttered to himself. He had eaten these chocolates before, and they definitely didn't grant wings. If false advertising were a punishable offense in the wizarding world, this company would be in trouble.

Despite his skepticism, he popped a chocolate into his mouth. The rich combination of strawberry, cream, and a hint of bitterness melted on his tongue. "Still delicious," he admitted, though he glanced around, half-hoping for wings to appear. Of course, nothing happened.

"Liars," David muttered under his breath, sighing dramatically.

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The Next Morning

When David came downstairs the next day, the fairies were already awake and flitting noisily around the room. Their injuries seemed to have healed completely, thanks to Newt's expert care.

Tina sat by the fireplace reading a book, but there was no sign of Newt. David figured he must be in his studio, as usual.

After breakfast, David settled down with a book by the fire. The peaceful morning passed until the doorbell suddenly rang.

Newt entered from outside, covered in snow and shivering from the cold. His wrinkled face was flushed red from the chill as he rubbed his hands together.

"Grandpa, where were you?" David asked curiously.

"I went to the forest," Newt replied, his breath misting in the air.

"Did you find the Bo birds?"

"No," Newt admitted. "But I found signs of their activity."

Despite his curiosity, David didn't press further. After lunch, Newt prepared to head out again, but Tina stopped him. The snowstorm outside had worsened, and she feared he might get lost or buried in the snow.

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That afternoon, a soft tapping came from the window. Outside, in the middle of the storm, a black-and-white owl perched on the sill, shivering from the cold.

"Eric!" David exclaimed in delight, quickly opening the window to let the owl in.

Eric belonged to Newt's grandson, Rove Scamander. Rove had once lived with Newt and Tina for a while as a child and had been close to David. But when Rove was six, his parents took him away, traveling the world to study magical creatures.

David gently brushed the snow off Eric's feathers and offered the owl a warm cup of milk. As Eric pecked at the milk, David untied the letter attached to its leg.

The letter read:

Dear Grandpa and Grandma,

It's been so long since I've seen you! How are you? I hope you're doing well.

My parents and I have been traveling a lot recently. We visited the United States and France, saw tree monkey frogs and mountain tyrannosaurs, and enjoyed so much good food.

I'm sorry we won't be able to visit for Christmas because of my parents' work. Please forgive me.

David, next time we meet, I promise to take you to see the Ukrainian Ironbelly dragon. You'll love it!

Merry Christmas!

Love,

Rove

"Grandpa, grandma, Rove says they can't come back for Christmas!" David called out, waving the letter.

Though disappointed, David couldn't help but smile. He folded the letter carefully, already looking forward to the day he would see Rove again.