The afternoon sunlight fell on the small town at the forest's edge. In a somewhat dim alley, Evans was examining the man lying on the ground while educating Harry about some common knowledge of the magical world.
"When facing this kind of dark wizard, absolutely never try to run away. You're only eleven years old. There's no way you can escape pursuit by an adult wizard."
"If you encounter this kind of situation again in the future, immediately activate the mark I gave you, then release a spell with your wand. Not an offensive one."
"Magical world law indeed doesn't allow young wizards to use magic during holidays, but because of this, they need to attach a Trace to you. It can detect magical fluctuations within a mile around you, and if necessary, this detection can reach up to ten miles at most."
"If the Trace detects you casting magic, it will send an owl to warn you. This kind of owl is exclusively used by the Ministry of Magic. If it senses danger around you, it will synchronise this through a connection to the Ministry and notify the nearest Auror."
"This is the most convenient and fastest way for you young wizards to save yourselves."
"I understand, Professor Kahn. I'll remember!" Harry looked at the professor gratefully, then hesitated before asking. "But if that's the case, wouldn't it violate the law against using magic during holidays?"
"You were about to be captured by a dark wizard, and you're still worried about that law?" Evans looked speechless. "Besides, if it's proven that you cast spells only because you encountered danger, the charges will be dropped."
Hearing this answer, Harry's expression finally relaxed.
If he were expelled from Hogwarts for casting spells outside school, he'd rather be caught by dark wizards.
Having finished explaining to Harry how to handle such dangerous situations, Evans had also completed his examination of the man.
"He's probably not an ordinary poacher. Good physical condition, magic level much stronger than normal poachers. Generally speaking, with this kind of strength, he could already be a poaching leader in Egypt. Impossible to be just a minion." Patting his hands, Evans stood up, the pure black in his eyes gradually dissipating.
Newt's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the person lying on the ground. "Should be an independent organisation that split off from the Saints."
"Saints?" A trace of surprise appeared in Evans's eyes. "Those followers of Grindelwald from the first war?"
"Mm, ever since Grindelwald was captured, that group has never stopped causing trouble."
"Fortunately, this Cait Sith hasn't been caught by them yet, or we'd probably never see it again."
A trace of complexity flashed in Newt's eyes. "Those collectors prefer specimens to living creatures."
As he spoke, he looked toward the little black cat that had been nearly cornered by Sothea, its face full of helplessness.
That girl seemed very interested in this Cait Sith. She wore a smile like someone about to eat a child, and taking advantage of the little cat's momentary inattention, she scooped it into her arms and began roughly petting it.
"Never thought such a creature would actually still exist." Also glancing at the little black cat struggling in Sothea's arms, Evans said softly.
"Their abilities aren't too conspicuous. If their numbers are extremely scarce, plus they've been hiding in mountains and forests with their invisibility abilities, it would indeed easily create the appearance that they've gone extinct." Newt said.
"However, it might very well be the last one." As he spoke, he looked at the little black cat's emerald green eyes, his expression becoming somewhat thoughtful.
"The last one..."
Help me, meow! I'm going to die, meow!
The little black cat held in the arms looked completely helpless. Although the woman wasn't treating it too roughly, this feeling of being restrained still made it somewhat uncomfortable.
Moreover, the woman kept muttering strange words about having security guards and not lacking gardeners, which made it feel creepy, always feeling like it would be captured to work as a slave in a plantation the next second.
It was the king among cats! The most special cat in this world! How could it become someone's slave, meow!
Although this woman didn't seem to be human, she still couldn't make it a slave!
The little black cat kept struggling in Sothea's arms, but no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't break free from those seemingly soft little hands.
It was as if some invisible water flow was restraining it.
How strange!
With struggling proving useless, the little black cat cast helpless eyes toward the three humans nearby, praying that one of them would notice this poor little kitty.
But two of the tall humans seemed to be having an animated discussion, and the boy beside them was also standing there listening with great interest.
But listening carefully, the cat suddenly felt that the conversation between those two people seemed somewhat off.
"...How should we breed it?"
"This is indeed a troublesome problem. If it's the last Cait Sith..." The gentle-looking old man pondered for a moment before uttering a terrifying statement.
"I see it looks quite similar to a tuxedo cat. Is there any possibility of crossbreeding? After all, there have been cases of Kneazles crossbreeding with ordinary orange cats."
And after this statement, the man emanating pleasant scents actually nodded too. "That's not a bad idea. At least we could pass down the bloodline. But what if it doesn't fancy ordinary tuxedo cats? After all, it's a magical creature with considerable intelligence."
"We could try some guidance..."
What are you saying, meow! What are you discussing in broad daylight, meow!
Hearing the discussion over there, a trace of disbelief flashed in the little black cat's emerald eyes, and even its struggling weakened considerably.
So mean, meow! How can you be so mean, meow! I'm a girl, meow!
Noticing that the little black cat in her arms had stopped struggling, Sothea curiously lifted it up, looked at its expression twice, and roughly guessed its thoughts.
"Angry?"
A mischievous smile appeared on the girl's face.
"How about I find you a little husband?"
"That's even worse, meow!"
The little black cat bared its teeth and claws, wanting to scratch this bad woman who insulted its dignity as king among cats, but thinking about the strength of this group, it gradually stopped waving its paws.
If it were these people, they should be able to rescue its subjects, right?
After all, that man emanating pleasant scents had knocked out that dark wizard with just one spell.
"If you can help me, then I... I'm not unwilling to..."
The little black cat's expression looked very embarrassed, but for the sake of its subjects, even selling its body was not beyond consideration!
"Help you?"
"Yes, meow!"
"Then could you come be my gardener? And teach a few more cats while you're at it?"
"I..."
"Forget it, Sothea, stop scaring it." Stopping Sothea's mischievous negotiation, Evans walked over to the little black cat and patted its head.
"Harry called us here to help you in the first place. You don't need to pay anything extra."
"Now you just need to tell us where to kill and how many to kill."