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Just after noon, sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the lawn outside the window.
Newt Scamander sat at the dining table in his living room, looking at the parchment spread out before him, unsure where to begin. Tina had already taken the children to the national Quidditch stadium, leaving him with at least two or three hours of free time.

The idea of "borrowing a dog" from Dumbledore wasn't just a whim of Newt's.
After all, a three-headed dog was no ordinary creature to encounter. Over the years, even Newt Scamander hadn't personally kept such a legendary creature, once favored by ancient wizards as companions.

As for the matter with Aileen, it wasn't so much that he genuinely needed a reliable guard, but rather an opportunity to use it as an excuse to get such a magical creature from Dumbledore, to study it up close. Even so, Newt was still hesitant about the wording of his letter requesting the three-headed dog.

After all… he had never been good at actively asking for things…
Newt glanced at the feeding schedule hanging by the door, thoughtfully writing:

"Dear Professor Dumbledore,

After carefully reviewing the animals I am currently keeping at home, and in order to better teach and care for the student you have sent over, I believe I need to add some necessary security measures and teaching aids."

Yes, a magical guardian and a teaching objective—a perfectly reasonable excuse.
On the one hand, three-headed dogs were originally the best choice for ancient wizards to guard treasures. On the other hand, a three-headed dog tamed by wizards, in terms of intelligence and loyalty, was very suitable as a wizard's assistant in carrying out actions.

"If your previous description wasn't an exaggeration, then what you sent to my house is actually a Hungarian Horntail with the appearance of a Veela hybrid, and with a heart comparable to a Gringotts goblin. Before I can fully determine whether she still carries 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's' desire for revenge, I need a reliable guardian to temporarily block access to the animal area."

Newt Scamander's logic became increasingly smooth and clear, his quill flying across the parchment.

"Not long ago, I heard from a friend that there is a trained adult three-headed dog at Hogwarts Castle. I hope you can temporarily send it to me for this period of time, both to serve as a guard and a teaching subject, and also as compensation."

To be honest, having been tricked by Dumbledore and the magical world many times, he was no stranger to the word compensation.

But precisely because of his struggles in the pit for so many years, Newt was now increasingly skilled at dealing with various troubles and gradually learned how to seek some reasonable compensation within certain limits. And although he was absorbed in the world of magical creatures and didn't like interacting with people, raising magical creatures required a lot of resources.

Newt Scamander, now in his nineties, was no longer the shy, innocent young man he once was.

After a few seconds of deliberation, Newt thought for a moment and added a few more sentences.

"Rest assured, I don't intend to keep this big dog permanently. I just want to update some of the missing magical animal information in *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*. In short, as long as you can convince Hagrid to temporarily lend me this three-headed dog for a month, this 'lodging arrangement' will be settled, and I will have no further complaints."

Newt Scamander suddenly stopped writing, he vaguely felt that some shadow was approaching.

But he thought about it carefully, and there didn't seem to be too many problems.

The only potential issue was the "borrowed" three-headed dog. If it was truly difficult to tame or posed any danger, Professor Dumbledore would naturally refuse directly. As a famous top wizard in the magical creature world, even if he had no prior experience in raising three-headed dogs, Newt had little doubt about his ability to control the big dog.

Perhaps, he was making a mountain out of a molehill this time?

However, given the lessons he had learned since meeting Albus Dumbledore, Newt didn't think there was anything wrong with being a little cautious about this matter with Aileen. Over the years, Dumbledore had tricked him countless times.

"Finally, I have one more question. You haven't secretly promised that child anything strange, have you?

Your student and friend, Newt Scamander."

Putting down his quill, Newt read through it once from beginning to end, then took out his wand and gently tapped the parchment. The paper automatically floated up and folded itself, then drew the blank parchment below, extending it into an envelope, wrapping the letter inside.

Carefully tapping the envelope a few times, he cast a unique tracking magic imprint that he and Dumbledore used when contacting each other privately. Newt walked to the owlery at the top of the treehouse and found a little fellow huddled in the corner, shivering.

Only then did Newt discover the first strange change after Aileen arrived—
For some reason, his owls were now more or less showing a sense of tension. Most of the owl flock, which should have been resting, had woken up and were huddling together in fear, making uneasy cooing sounds.

Was this… the suppressive power of a Veela hybrid on birds?
Even the enraged form of a pureblood Veela was probably not much more than this. He wondered to what extent that little white-haired furball had strengthened her bloodline magic, that merely staying in the room for a while could produce such an effect.

Newt sighed inwardly, slightly comforting the panicked little owl, and tied the letter to its claw.

Having finally received a long-distance delivery mission, the owl rarely rubbed affectionately against the back of Newt's hand, making an ambiguous cooing sound, and then quickly flapped its wings and flew towards the distant sky.

Watching the owl messenger gradually merge into the horizon, Newt breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.

Taking care of a Veela hybrid for a month, if he could get a rare opportunity to raise a three-headed dog, this exchange seemed acceptable upon closer inspection. *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them* hadn't been updated with new animal illustrations for a long time.

"A three-headed dog, I really hope Professor Dumbledore can agree…"

Newt murmured to himself, roughly comforting the other owls in the owlery.

Then, he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, quickly walking downstairs.

There was still plenty of time before Tina and those little girls returned. Newt Scamander prepared to quickly go to the "underground magical zoo" to feed his animals first, and by the way, check each cage and fence.

In addition, he might have to prepare a small space for the upcoming three-headed dog to live in.

Of course, the premise was that Professor Dumbledore was willing to temporarily lend him that rare three-headed dog to raise for a period of time. Newt himself wasn't very confident about whether this would succeed—in short, it was good to try.

…………

At the same time, at the end of Bournemouth Beach.

The Jurassic Coast, this is the name of this long coastline.

Winding for more than 150 kilometers from East Devon to Dorset, this is the most spectacular coastline in the UK, one of the most amazing natural landscapes in the world. It is the only place that can display nearly two hundred million years of Earth's history.

On the beaches, seabed, cliffs, sea stacks and stone arches along the coast, traces of prehistoric history are left everywhere, including many fossils of prehistoric plants and animals, and even dinosaur footprints.

For Newt Scamander, there were also many traces left by extinct magical creatures hidden among them.

This was also one of the reasons why he chose to retire with his wife in Bournemouth.

However, for most people in the magical world, in addition to the value of magical animal research and the charming landscape of nature's wonders, there was another more well-known landmark site—

The Quidditch National Team training base of the British magical world, the location of the Jurassic Quidditch Stadium.

Clear waves washed the beach one after another, and the soft golden sand had a desire to take off your shoes and run on it. The sea breeze carried a hint of summer intoxication, giving people a kind of intoxicating comfort.

Under the guidance of Tina Scamander, Aileen and the others took their flying brooms, passed through the barrier set up by the Ministry of Magic, and walked along the long coastline, chatting while heading towards the huge and magnificent stadium not far away.

That was the place where the legendary Quidditch geniuses of the UK gathered, carrying the hopes of the British magical world.