Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"Silver Spears? Why are you in Britain? I thought you'd been hiding in Germany since the Saints Party was destroyed. What? Now you're back to poaching and smuggling, these petty crimes?" Although his precious grandson was being held hostage, the old man remained calm, his kind expression gradually hardening.

"Mr. Scamander, we are honored that you still remember the club's old name. We apologize for meeting you in this manner, but we have our reasons." The masked figure holding Rolf hostage held his wand upright and bowed respectfully, then spoke in a deep voice that could have been either male or female.

"Reasons? Don't make me laugh. Don't think I don't know what you're like. Originally a dueling club, the leaders eventually fell in with dark magic. You pretended to be fair duelists, but behind the scenes, you were doing all sorts of shady things."

"There is no absolute truth in history. In your eyes, the club may be a pack of hyenas, but we are just small people striving for our ideals. We are all trying to survive, and there is no distinction between noble and lowly." The masked figure did not seem angered by Scamander's mockery, but stated his case calmly.

"Oh, really? You seem quite proud of yourselves. I only remember that decades ago, at least half of the tortured magical creatures I rescued came from your hands. If the Saints Party hadn't emerged back then, you would have been completely wiped out." Scamander snorted coldly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Then I must thank you for your mercy back then. Speaking of which, you intercepted so many goods from us back then, and we didn't say anything, did we? Perhaps today is a good opportunity to bury the hatchet." The masked figure seemed to have no emotions at all, and was unmoved by Scamander's barbed words.

"You're calling kidnapping my grandson burying the hatchet?" Scamander's expression grew colder. "Tell me, what is your purpose? You didn't come all this way just to reminisce, did you?"

"Also, shouldn't you introduce yourselves when you come to visit? You all have code names in your club, don't you? I remember rescuing a Thunderbird from a guy called 'Nundu'. You don't look like a nobody without a code name."

"You flatter me. With your kind permission, I am 'Silver Spears'—Thestral, the person in charge of today's operation. I must say, it is not our wish to be your enemy." The masked figure chuckled calmly.

"Originally, we just wanted to find a chance to enter your house and borrow something after you rested, but we underestimated your strength. We hid so well, but you still noticed something was wrong, so we had to resort to this."

Did he notice me? Scamander glanced suspiciously at the birch tree in the distance. He hadn't sensed anyone hiding under his feet at all. He had only vaguely felt something was wrong in the distance because of his familiarity with every plant and tree in the valley, so he hurriedly called Rolf back. Did his actions startle the snake?

But who is hiding in the distance? Is it their accomplice?

No, these guys clearly have such good infiltration methods, why bother hiding in the distance?

Meanwhile, Anduin, who was hiding in the distance, secretly wiped away his sweat. He seemed to have really been discovered by the old man, but the other party, in order to guard against him, had instead drawn out the more hidden enemy.

At the same time, Anduin carefully savored the conversation between the two sides. This old man seemed to be called Scamander by these 'Silver Spears'.

Then, if he guessed correctly, the old man in front of him is Newt Scamander, the author of 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them', and the author of his Fantastic Beasts Protection textbook.

This is a legendary figure. I didn't expect him to live here, and these Silver Spears people came all the way here. What is their purpose?

Before Newt and Anduin could continue to think wildly, the masked man who called himself 'Thestral' spoke again:

"The purpose of disturbing you today is actually very simple, that is, the 'case' in your hand." The masked man maintained a calm tone. "As long as you are willing to lend us that 'case', I will release your precious grandson immediately. I am willing to swear on the club's honor."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you still remember it." Newt had an expression of sudden realization after hearing the other party's request. "I see, you are still dreaming of intercontinental smuggling."

"But I'm sorry, I've already returned my suitcase to Dumbledore. If you really want it, go to Hogwarts and find him."

Hearing Newt's answer, 'Thestral' was obviously not satisfied, but he still chuckled, then slowly placed his wand on Rolf's neck.

"Let's just be frank. As early as last year in Brazil, our people saw the case in your hand. If you still insist on this statement, then don't blame me for being rude."

At this time, the tip of the wand against his neck was flashing with a faint light, and Rolf was shivering even more because of the space, looking at his grandfather with fear in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Newt's right hand holding the wand tightened slightly. It seemed that the other party was prepared and had investigated so clearly beforehand.

And Anduin, who was watching this scene from a distance, also narrowed his eyes. These guys' actions are really despicable. It seems that he must do something.

But just then, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from behind Newt.

"Newt! Rolf! What are you two doing outside again? Don't you know it's late? I'm telling you, don't force me to get angry!" An old woman rushed out of the door, muttering.

The old woman's skin was well maintained. Apart from a few strands of white hair on her temples, her hair was still black and shiny. She was still wearing an apron at this time.

However, when she walked out of the door, she also noticed the abnormality of the scene. A group of masked people were actually holding her grandson hostage.

"You are... Silver Spears?" The old woman immediately took out her wand when she saw this, pointing it at the people in front of her, then turned her head to look at her husband. "What's going on? Why are these smugglers here? And why is Rolf in their hands?"