"You know so much! Not many young Wizards recognize this nowadays!" Hagrid's eyes lit up.
"It's a Runespoor egg! Do you remember what happened last time? That little darling was a lady, which is why she was so big."
"Professor McGonagall told me these are all compensation for you. Anyway, don't worry, no one will attack you again."
Hagrid continued to ramble on.
Among known Fantastic Beasts, only the Runespoor lays eggs from its mouth.
Besides its peculiar way of laying eggs, Runespoor eggs also have a special effect: when used as an ingredient to make a Potion, they can make the consumer's mind agile.
Wizards also yearned for Potions that could make them smarter, leading to a large-scale hunt for Runespoors.
Just as the Runespoor was on the verge of extinction, Wizards finally realized their mistake and established a protected area in its native country, Burkina Faso, allowing the species to proliferate.
Nevertheless, the trade of Runespoor eggs continued, though usually only in the black market.
However, Wizet also had an impression of that snake; it was clearly a very old snake, so why did Hagrid refer to it as a "cute lady"?
...
"Excellent quality, very fresh! At current market rates, these twenty eggs... I can offer three hundred Galleons."
In a dimly lit corner of the Potion shop, the Potion Master put away his magnifying glass and quoted in a hushed voice.
"Three hundred Galleons?" Wizet was a little surprised; the value of these eggs was quite high.
He had wandered around Diagon Alley, bought many things, and had a basic understanding of Wizard prices.
If converted to the currency of his previous life, three hundred Galleons would be worth at least tens of thousands of yuan.
If he budgeted carefully, this money would be enough for him to leave the orphanage and live independently for a year.
"Don't think it's too little." The Potion Master must have conducted many similar transactions, as he habitually explained, "We also need to spend a lot of effort to process these things cleanly."
Just then, Hagrid, carrying a cauldron, came to Wizet's side. "We have Mr. Scamander's authenticated signature; this isn't black market goods!"
"Hagrid?" The Potion Master clearly recognized the gamekeeper. "Can I see the authenticated signature?"
"Of course, no problem." Hagrid put down the cauldron and took out an envelope.
"Lumos!" The Potion Master didn't light the envelope but illuminated the tip of his wand to check.
After confirming it was correct, he handed over a cloth bag with exquisite embroidery. "No problem! Here are five hundred Galleons. Who will keep the money safe?"
"Not so fast." Hagrid shook his head. "You help us prepare what the new student needs, and deduct the money from that."
"New student?" The Potion Master paused, then curiously moved his lit wand towards Wizet. "You are Wizet? The Obscurial?"
"That's me." Wizet noticed that the Potion Master's face turned pale, almost the same shade as the light from the tip of his wand.
...
Wizet pulled the small trolley, occasionally looking back.
On the small trolley, besides the cauldron, and the scales and vials hidden inside the cauldron, there were also school uniforms and various stationery items tied down.
He suddenly saw a familiar figure flash by and enter Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor nearby. "Hagrid, have you seen Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"No..." Hagrid quickly looked around. "Are you still thinking about what happened just now?"
He said gently, "Wizet, don't mind their stares; you are a good child."
"I don't mind." Wizet shook his head. "I know the dangers of an Obscurus; I just didn't expect them all to know I am an Obscurial."
"It's all because of The Daily Prophet! They report on these things every day!" Hagrid suddenly became emotional. "That Rita Skeeter especially loves to spread rumors and exaggerate facts!"
"The Daily Prophet? Rita Skeeter?" Wizet was very curious about these two new terms.
"Yes, in the England magic World, it's the most influential newspaper," Hagrid pointed forward.
"You'll see... actually, you shouldn't read it. That woman's words are malicious!"
Flourish and Blotts, this was an ocean of knowledge.
Shelves were crammed with all sorts of books, reaching up to the ceiling.
The books varied in style, from hardcover books the size of floor tiles to pocket-sized reads.
These magic-infused books were like living things.
Some books not only had characters on their covers that would jump, but the entire book was restless, wanting to escape the shelves that bound them.
Two shop assistants continuously waved their wands to keep these books calm, so the shelves wouldn't collapse.
At Luna's home, the only reading material Wizet had access to was The Quibbler.
Originally, there were many books kept at home, but unfortunately, Luna's mother had an accident, and these books disappeared along with the accident.
It was still early, so there weren't many Wizards in the bookstore.
Wizet walked into the shop and noticed The Daily Prophet in the newspaper section.
"Obscurial Wizet Repels XXXXX-Level Fantastic Beast, How Much Is He Hiding? What Is Dumbledore Really Planning?" This was the headline of the newspaper.
Wizet quickly scanned the report's content and finally understood why Wizards who knew his name would show such expressions.
It turned out they were treating him as a born Dark Wizard, a walking powder keg, an extremely dangerous individual.
These adjectives were all from the report, and the "XXXXX-level Fantastic Beast" mentioned in the title was only mentioned there, likely as a means to attract attention.
"Galloping Gorgons! Rita Skeeter is too terrifying!" Hagrid was furious. "Headmaster Dumbledore clearly sealed off the news, so how did she know so much?"
"Hey! I'm here!" A Wizard in a black robe with his head bowed appeared at the entrance.
"Wizet! I still have some things to do!" Hearing this Wizard's voice, Hagrid became excited, his tone rising considerably, as loud as gongs and drums.
"Then you go on ahead!" Wizet, attracted by the vast number of books, nodded and said, "How do I find you later?"
"If you don't see me, you can go to Ollivander's wand shop first! Buying a wand takes a long time." Hagrid strode towards the Wizard. "I'll be back soon!"
Wizet didn't pay too much attention and picked up a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, leaning against the cauldron to read.
The book was very rich in content, introducing hundreds of Fantastic Beasts from all over the world.
It also included hand-drawn illustrations, which were animated and vividly depicted the habits of the Fantastic Beasts.
Unbeknownst to him, Wizet had already finished the entire book and gained a deeper understanding of Fantastic Beasts.
"Hagrid still hasn't returned..." He looked around, but Hagrid was nowhere to be seen inside or outside the bookstore.
Just then, a subtle change occurred in his mind.
A book appeared next to "the practical guide to wizarding duels," named "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."
Wizet immersed his consciousness into it and opened this newly appeared "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."
"It's exactly the same content! How can something so magical happen?"
Wizet was thrilled by this discovery and opened another book.
He didn't deliberately try to understand the meaning of every sentence, but merely skimmed through the book, trying to finish it as quickly as possible.
As expected, a new book appeared in his mind—"Preventing Incursions: A Rough Guide to Protective magic."
Wizet's expression shifted. "I just need to flip through these books to record them in my mind?"
