Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

Since learning the name Nicolas Flamel, Hermione, Harry, and Ron spent every spare moment in the library, determined to uncover his secrets. They scoured books like The Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century and The Directory of Famous Contemporary Magicians. Unfortunately, their efforts were in vain—they had been looking in the wrong places.

Hermione, as diligent as ever, led the charge, while David remained detached, watching the group from the sidelines. Harry and Ron quickly grew tired of the endless searching. If not for Hermione's insistence, they might have given up entirely.

As December rolled in, the excitement for Christmas began to build. Soon, the Hogwarts students would be heading home for the holidays. The day before the break, after instructing Harry and Ron to keep searching the library, Hermione and David boarded the train back to their respective homes.

They found a compartment, stored their luggage, and settled in. Hermione immediately pulled out a well-worn book titled Some Things You Need to Know About Modern Wizards. The edges of the cover were faded, evidence of its popularity and age.

"Still reading, Hermione?" David asked lazily, leaning back on the seat.

"Of course," she replied without looking up, already engrossed in her book. "We need to figure out who Nicol Mailer is, and I'm not stopping until we do."

David sighed, already regretting his question. "Fine, I'll sleep for a while, then."

"You go ahead. I'll wake you when we get there," Hermione said, her eyes scanning the pages with impressive speed.

The rhythmic flipping of pages lulled David to sleep. He had no idea how much time had passed when he felt someone shaking his shoulder. Groggily, he opened his eyes and realized his head had somehow come to rest on Hermione's shoulder. She blushed as she explained, "You almost fell out of your seat, so I sat here to help you."

David scratched his head awkwardly. "Sorry about that. Are we there yet?"

"Yes," Hermione said with a small smile. "The announcement just came on."

When the train pulled into the station, it was bustling with activity. Parents eagerly called out to their children, waving from the platform. David peered through the window, scanning the crowd until he spotted his grandfather, Newt Scamander, standing beside Hermione's parents, the Granger's.

After a quick goodbye to their friends, David and Hermione made their way off the train. David led the way, helping Hermione navigate through the throng of students. She ran ahead to embrace her mother while David carried her luggage.

After greeting the Grangers, David turned to his grandfather. Newt smiled warmly but looked visibly tired, as though he hadn't rested properly in weeks.

"Grandpa," David said, hugging him lightly. "What's been going on?"

"I'll tell you at home," Newt replied. After bidding the Grangers farewell, he took David by the arm, and with a swift pop, they Apparated away.

When David opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the middle of a lush forest. He blinked in surprise.

"Grandpa," he said slowly, "where's our house?"

Newt chuckled and gestured ahead. "It's hidden. What do you think of my magic? Clever, isn't it? If I hadn't come to get you, you'd never have found your way back."

"Why did you hide it?" David asked, suspicious.

Newt hesitated, then said with a sly smile, "Just a precaution. Your grandmother didn't want Dumbledore visiting unexpectedly."

David raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Really? You needed the Fidelius Charm just to avoid Dumbledore?"

"Ah, well," Newt coughed awkwardly, avoiding David's gaze. "Come on, let's go inside. John's prepared some food for you, and it's best eaten fresh."

Newt handed David a piece of parchment. It read: Newt's Lodge, Forest Park, Dorset. As soon as David finished reading, the note burned away in his hand. The words seemed to imprint themselves in his mind. When he looked up again, the house appeared, nestled among the trees like it had always been there.

David stepped into the cozy home, greeted by the familiar smell of fresh pastries and the sound of bustling activity. John, Newt's assistant, emerged from the kitchen, his hair tied back in a small bun and an apron around his waist.

"David!" John said warmly, pulling him into a hug.

"Long time no see, John," David replied with a grin.

Before they could continue catching up, a familiar voice called out. "What? No hug for your grandmother?"

Tina Scamander stood in the doorway, smiling. David ran over to her and embraced her tightly.

"Grandma! I missed you," he said.

Tina patted his head affectionately. "How have you been? Made any new friends at school? Are you eating enough?"

David laughed. "Yes, I've made lots of friends—Harry, Neville, and Ron, to name a few. As for the food… let's just say it doesn't compare to what you and John make."

"That's my boy," Tina said, beaming.

"Have you been to the Forbidden Forest?" she asked suddenly, her tone serious.

David froze. "What? No, of course not!" he said quickly, deflecting the question. "What's for lunch? I'm starving."

John chuckled. "There's pie on the counter, but dinner will take a bit longer. Rove's coming over to join us for Christmas."

David's eyes lit up. "Rove? When will he get here?"

"Soon," Newt said, settling into an armchair. "He said he'd arrive by noon."

Sure enough, just as the clock struck twelve, a gentle breeze swept through the room, and a figure materialized in the center. Standing there, with a tin bucket hanging from one foot, was Rove, looking as mischievous as ever.

"Miss me?" he said with a cheeky grin.

David grinned back. "You're just in time. Let's eat!"

With the family reunited, the Scamander household prepared for a warm and lively Christmas celebration.