The Traveling Wizard of Worlds

"What I mean is—" August didn't seem to panic, "Go to hell!"

Suddenly, a blue light flashed across Tom's neck. He touched it in surprise: "You..."

"Who said magic can only be used with a wand?" August tricked another person with the same move. Grindelwald, who was still in prison, must have been deeply impressed by it.

Thump!

Tom's body slumped, and his severed head rolled to August's feet. Hot, bloody fluid continuously flowed from the jugular in Tom's neck, engulfing his headless body in a pool of blood.

"What did you do?!"

"The family's only bloodline!"

"No! My son!"

"I'll kill you!"

"Let's unite, we must kill him!"

The portraits stared at this scene in disbelief, only reacting that their family was becoming extinct when August pulled the magical x-ray vision eye from Tom's left eye.

"I'm sorry, but this is what happens when you try to kill me." August looked at these cursing portraits with malicious intent, "You can't deal with me now."

August, who was already prepared, blocked the curses from these portraits with an Iron Armor Talisman, quickly rushed forward, and pulled these portraits off the wall.

"By the way, if Mr. Tom didn't have illegitimate children before, at his current age, he probably won't be able to have any more. Eventually, you'll end up cutting off your bloodline; I just sped it up a bit."

Those toppled portraits seemed to know what was coming, ignoring August's taunts, cursing non-stop and using every cruel word they could think of.

"Compared to the big brothers on Tieba, your cursing skills are like those of a kindergartener." August, who had witnessed online vitriol, almost burst out laughing.

"[Incendio]!"

Immediately, a roaring fire surged from beneath the pile of portraits, and screams filled the air. These portraits seemed to be in immense pain.

Soon, only a pile of remnants remained on the ground, and the lingering regrets left in those portraits also vanished into the air in the raging blaze.

Then came the time for harvest. He turned and looked at the pile of gold coins.

Back at the wizarding settlement, August indifferently killed the innkeeper. He wasn't letting this informant off the hook.

Then, after dealing with the traces he left there, August returned to London.

Ding-a-ling!

August rang Newt's doorbell, and soon, Newt, with messy brown hair, opened the door.

"August?" He looked at August at the door, "Did you get the dragon egg so quickly?"

"Of course, it's all here." August pointed to his case. "I want to borrow your place for a while. There are too many people in those hotels, it's not very convenient; after all, dragon eggs are... well, you know."

"Of course, I'd also love to see the birth of that magical creature."

Newt let August in, then looked at the door and closed it.

"Indeed, I also have people watching me here, but they don't come inside. Compared to the outside, it's still relatively safe." Newt prepared August a cup of black tea.

"What happened?" August heard that Newt was a bit distracted.

"Nothing, it's just that the Dark Wizards here are always clamoring to go to America to infiltrate the prison and rescue Grindelwald, causing widespread panic. The Ministry of Magic has urgently sent more personnel," he said helplessly. "As someone who has already faced Grindelwald, I've been placed under close surveillance, so, as you can see, my requests to leave the country have been rejected multiple times."

Speaking of this, Newt seemed very troubled. He was very eager to go observe wild magical creatures, but the Ministry of Magic seemed unwilling for him to stray too far from them.

"So, you're just staying at home now?" August was a bit curious about what he was doing.

"Of course, I'm writing my book in the meantime," Newt explained.

August then remembered that Newt would publish a book titled Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them in the future, which specifically detailed the magical creatures Newt had studied and observed. As soon as it was published, Hogwarts listed it as a textbook, and almost every wizarding family bought a copy, so much so that it was continuously reprinted, reaching fifty-two editions.

"Newt, let's quickly finish the rest of the work." August had just felt a strange fluctuation, and then information was transmitted to his mind.

His time in this world was coming to an end, and tomorrow was the final deadline.

"Hmm, why the rush? Why don't you rest a bit more?" Newt asked. "You must have been running around for a long time."

"The longer you wait, the more uncomfortable it gets. It's better to finish it sooner."

"Alright, come with me, I'll take you to my nursery." Newt nodded, not thinking twice. He felt the same way when he was about to see a magical creature he had never seen before, so he understood perfectly.

The two went downstairs and arrived at Newt's magical breeding ground.

"This is where I hatch Augureys." Newt led him to a separate room, where there was a platform in the middle, with a nest of dry straw and some soft materials on top.

Newt took out his wand and used a [Levitation Charm] to open the bird's nest, revealing the smooth platform beneath: "Do you need anything else?"

"Thanks. If possible, please lend me a cauldron." August thanked him and then put down his case.

He suddenly remembered that he only had one cauldron, which might not be enough.

Newt turned around and went upstairs to fetch his cauldron, stand, and other tools. After August thanked him, he added his own cauldron.

A large pile of materials was taken out of the case. August arranged them according to the formula and placed them together.

He put a pile of materials into the cauldron and boiled them. Soon he obtained a silvery-gray liquid.

August breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first step. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Once the first step is successful, the rest will be much easier.

He then poured the dragon's blood into another cauldron. Without using fire to boil it, he inserted his wand and began to whisper the spell Dumbledore had given him: [Ignis Sanguis, Vita Mutare!] In a deep, guttural voice, he added the remaining ingredients one by one.

When these materials were put into the dragon's blood, which was at room temperature, they instantly turned charred black as if burned by fire, and some herbaceous plants even caught fire.

"Very good, it seems the power of fire has been stimulated."

The purpose of this step was to stimulate the fire dragon's flame power and further enhance it through specific materials.

In a short while, this cauldron of dragon's blood was also processed, and the next step was mixing.

When performing this step, August had to be careful. According to Dumbledore's experience in the books, this step was the most prone to problems.

"Newt, come help me!" He had to call for help.

Newt quickly came over and helped him hold the cauldron of potion that had been boiled first: "What should I do?"

"Listen carefully to my words!" August stirred the dragon's blood with his wand, waiting for the right moment. "Pour!"

Newt quickly tilted the cauldron, and the silvery-gray liquid flowed into the dragon's blood.

"Stop!" Newt quickly straightened it after hearing him.

August stirred a few more times clockwise, then a few times counter-clockwise, and then continued to let Newt keep pouring it.

After several troublesome adjustments, Newt's cauldron of Moye was mixed with the dragon's blood.

The mixed dragon's blood was no longer green but displayed a fascinating golden yellow, with a hazy mist rising above it, swirling like flames.

"Success!" August and Newt looked at each other, both with joy. At this moment, the most difficult step had been completed.

"Next is this."

August retrieved the final material, the dragon heart. He deliberately poured the cauldron of golden blood into its blood vessels. Then, pointing his wand directly at the heart, he spoke another incantation; his voice resonated in the chamber: [Aevum Cordis, Igni Voco!]

Something miraculous occurred. This heart, which had been cold for so long, suddenly began to beat again, and golden mist continuously erupted from the openings of the blood vessels, enveloping it in this golden flame.

"Now it's time to wait." August sat down, looking at the heart, anticipating the completion of the final refinement work.

Newt, seeing that he had nothing to do, greeted him and went back upstairs to continue writing his book.