The legendary creator of the system

Chapter 384 I am Modoran

"Oh, it's a respectable job. Do you know my brother Theseus?"

The freckled youth said with a smile on his face.

"Of course." The young man frowned slightly, "Theseus often mentioned you to me."

Just as the freckled youth was about to continue speaking, the ship let out a muffled whine, unknowingly it was already approaching the shore.Crowds of people with suitcases and shoulder bags poured out of the deck.

They looked at each other for a while, and the freckled youth realized that the young man's eyes were a bit sad.He tried to say something to him again, but the young man opened his mouth first, approached him and said softly, "New York is not as peaceful as you imagined, there is an unknown force haunting this city, don't let your animals Come out or you will cause big trouble."

Done.

The young man took off his hat slightly and saluted the freckled youth, then turned around and disappeared into the crowded crowd.

The freckled youth froze for a moment, thinking about what the young man said.He didn't know why the other party said this to him.

and.

He always felt that the other party seemed...as if he knew him very well.

Most importantly, why did the other party keep staring at his suitcase? !

A guess flashed in the freckled young man's mind. This Mr. Modoran might be a friend of his brother Theseus, who happened to meet him on the ship, otherwise he wouldn't know Newt well.

But the strange thing is that he never heard Theseus mention such a friend, but when he thought about his relationship with Theseus, he immediately let go of it.

Theseus is also the director of Auror at the British Ministry of Magic. Not long ago, he wrote to New York telling him that he is now in charge of tracking down the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald.

He was curious, what exactly was the unknown force mentioned by the young man, would it have something to do with Grindelwald, and could the young man come to New York to investigate that unknown force?

The young man with freckles was not thinking about it, and in fact he didn't really take those words to heart, not to mention that he didn't want to participate in any other magical activities when he came here.

He just wanted to take good care of his group of magical animals.

at this time.

The young man with freckles felt someone pat him on the back, he turned his head quickly, and it turned out that the staff member in uniform was smiling at him, "Sir, you have arrived in New York."

Only then did the freckled youth realize that there was no one around. He stood here for a long time, and the passengers had already disembarked and passed the customs.He smiled awkwardly, thanked the staff, and walked down the long gangway of the ship with the suitcase.

"Next person!"

The loud voices of customs officials echoed in the gate hall.

The freckled youth stood at the entrance. It was like a big shed, and many people were queuing.

There is a long row of tables beside the dock, on which are placed pens, seals, and customs clearance documents. Behind the tables are serious-looking American officials, some of whom are black, but most of them are white.

Finally it was the freckled youth's turn, and he handed over a slightly worn-out British passport.

"British, huh?" The customs officer looked up at Newt, checking the information in the passport.

"Yes." The freckled youth said.

"Newton Artemis Phytoscamander," the customs officer murmured. "First time in New York, Mr. Newt?"

"Yes." The freckled youth replied.

at this time.

The lock of the suitcase that the young man with freckles placed under his feet unexpectedly popped open automatically.

"Is there anything edible in it?"

The customs officer frowned and couldn't help asking.

"No no."

The freckled youth put one hand to his breast pocket, for Pickett seemed restless.

"What about livestock?" said the customs officer.

The lock snapped open again, the freckled youth looked down, and closed it with lightning speed. "Gerald!" the freckled youth shouted angrily in his heart.

"Got to fix the box...uh, no."

The freckled youth scratched his head, seemingly guilty.

"Let me have a look," said the customs officer muffled, with a suspicious glance.

The freckled youth hurriedly put the suitcase on the desk between the two of them, and secretly turned a brass turntable on the lock when opening the suitcase, and adjusted it to the normal state of the suitcase.

The customs officer turned the box in front of him, unlocked the lock, lifted the lid, and looked up at the freckled youth from time to time.

The young man with freckles was extremely nervous. He put his hands behind his back, pretending to be relaxed and natural, trying to avoid the eyes of the customs officials.

There is nothing special in the box, but some daily necessities that travelers carry: a few plush pajamas, various maps, an old diary, a small rusty alarm clock, and a magnifying glass And a Hufflepuff scarf.Of course the customs officials wouldn't understand the meaning of the strangely moving golden badger embroidered on it.

The customs officer smiled with satisfaction and handed over his passport, "Welcome to New York."

"Thank you."

The freckled youth picked up his suitcase and walked out of the customs hall.

"We'll see you again!"

What the young man with freckles didn't know was that just as he walked out of the customs building, not far behind him, a young man followed slowly...

The young man seemed to suddenly appear from the void, and seemed to be transparent, and the crowd of people around him seemed to be completely invisible.
……

at this time.

Located on a long, gothic-style street near New York's City Hall subway station.

On either side are very similar brownstone dwellings.One of them has turned into rubble and rubble at this moment, which looks out of place.

Many convertible classic cars were parked on the street, and many people gathered in front of the destroyed houses to discuss.

A group of reporters and photographers wandered aimlessly, hoping that something weird would happen, but knowing that the chances were slim, they were not enthusiastic.

A reporter was interviewing a middle-aged man who seemed excited.The two walked among the ruins and passed through two doors that were protected from disaster.

"I was counting the wine bottles at home, and then I saw—like—like a gust of wind,—like a ghost." The reporter frowned, "but it was dark—I saw its eyes —sparkling white eyes,' said an eyewitness
"A black wind has eyes..." The reporter recorded with a blank face and a notebook in his hand.

"Like a black mass, then swooped down and went underground - I swear to God... just went down in front of me, this is definitely not me talking!" the witness continued. , He repeatedly emphasized that he was not mistaken.

At this time.

A well-mannered man walked towards the ruins of the destroyed building. He was well-dressed, handsome and suave. He looked like a gentleman who had just entered middle age.His hair is black and shiny, with some white strands neatly arranged on both sides of the top of his head.

"It's going to be everywhere from now on," one officer told the boisterous crowd. "It's out of control!"

(End of this chapter)