HP: The Right Way To Use Fantastic Beasts

Time slipped by, and the sun began its slow descent into the mountains. Hagrid's feeding session stretched on, partly because he'd brought too much meat, and partly because, for some strange reason, he would hug Buckbeak's neck every few pieces of meat he fed, occasionally even riding him for a short flight. This back-and-forth meant a single bucket of meat took over an hour to finish.

During this time, Evans wasn't idle. He set up a small bonfire nearby and pulled some preserved potion ingredients from his pocket, roasting them over the fire before feeding them to the little Unicorn by his side. Feeding was good for one's physical and mental health; watching the little one nibble on the ingredients brought a satisfied smile to his face.

But this satisfaction didn't last long. It vanished the moment a voice sounded from the trees.

"Evans Kahn."

Hearing the voice, Evans, who was mid-feed, stiffened. If he hadn't misheard, it came from a group of his… "friends." His not-so-friendly friends.

"Ah, Ronan," he said, mechanically turning his head to face the three arrows aimed at him. He offered an awkward greeting. "And Bane, Firenze. Long time no see."

"Hmph. I didn't want to see you at all," Ronan, the Centaur at the front, snorted coldly. He lowered his bow and scuffed his hooves on the ground, kicking up some weeds. "I knew it. That nest of Mooncalves near the tribe… you put them there, didn't you?"

"Hehe." Scratching his head apologetically, Evans showed a bright, disarming smile. "You Centaurs are the kindest. You'll definitely protect those little ones, right?"

"Don't give me that," Ronan shot back, his gaze cold. "From the moment you treated us like animals, Centaurs have had nothing to discuss with you."

"I was truly wrong!" Evans bowed and apologized decisively, as if he had done this many times before. And he had, just two days ago, when helping Nana return her stolen goods. He was getting used to it.

"Can an apology make up for the mistakes you've made?" As if remembering something, a flash of annoyance crossed Ronan's face. "You actually dared to ask us about pro— Hmph! Don't expect Centaurs to forgive you!"

With that, he turned, seemingly intending to return to the tribe with his two kinsmen.

"Are you going back?" Seeing the Centaurs about to leave, Evans's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Otherwise?" Ronan turned his head and said coldly. "Continue discussing how we reproduce with you?"

"I was young and ignorant back then…" Evans's face reddened, but he quickly recovered. Shamelessly, he leaned closer, pushing the small Unicorn beside him towards them. "Perfect. If you're going back, could you do me a favor? Help me take Kelly home. I remember the Red Pine Forest isn't too far from your tribe."

At this, Ronan's eyes widened, as if he had never seen anyone so thick-skinned. He was stunned for a long moment before looking at Evans with strong distaste.

"…Hmph. Fine."

Ronan turned and walked to the small Unicorn's side. Feeling as if she were about to be abandoned again, the little Unicorn's eyes welled up with tears, and her head kept rubbing against Evans's clothes.

"Be good. Go home first. I'll come play with you next time."

After much more comforting, Kelly finally, reluctantly, moved away from Evans and went to Ronan's side. The tall Centaur showed a completely different attitude than he had towards Evans, gently stroking the little Unicorn's head and leading her deep into the Forbidden Forest. Firenze and Bane followed behind him.

But just as the three of them were about to disappear from sight, Firenze, who was trailing behind, seemed to remember something. He stepped back, looked at Evans, and spoke softly.

"Are you looking for something recently?"

"Hmm?" Evans looked up, confused, not understanding what Firenze meant. Was he looking for something? How did he not know?

Firenze, however, paid no mind to his expression, merely saying to himself, "If you have a significant amount of free time, you might want to try looking."

"At the end of the sunset, the glow is fully revealed."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Late at night, back in his cabin, Evans was still puzzled by what Firenze had said. If it was a prophecy, then according to prophecy analysis, "the end of the sunset" should refer to a location—west. But the west was too vast; without a distance, who knew how far one would have to go?

And what was he supposed to be looking for? History? You couldn't exactly "look for" that. Wizarding ruins? He should have already found most of the ruins near Hogwarts. Could it be a more distant place? His attitude towards ruins had always been one of "let fate decide"; he had never seriously searched for them.

As he pondered, his gaze fell on the desk beside him. There, the pure black, thin cloak was neatly folded. Ah, right. I was also supposed to look for Lethifolds.

He finally remembered the two items he had obtained after breaking the seal. It wasn't that he hadn't thought of it; he just hadn't considered it a priority. All recorded sightings of Lethifolds were in the tropics. The Scottish Highlands were completely unrelated to the tropics. Would a Lethifold really appear here? Walking west from Britain, even if he walked around the Earth, he wouldn't find a tropical region.

He highly doubted the accuracy of the information. But information from Centaurs generally wasn't wrong; they were masters of prophecy, after all.

Then… should I find some time to look?

Evans glanced at the calendar nearby. Tomorrow, Friday, he had classes. Saturday and Sunday were days off, but he still had to revise his lesson plans according to Professor McGonagall's guidance, and he also had to continue studying the history of the Middle Ages. And there was a cute little witch who needed to be taught how to grade homework.

He needed at least a basic understanding of medieval history before he could take a long trip; otherwise, if he came back after a few days of wandering, he would probably forget a lot of what he had just learned. And Firenze had said to wait until he had a period of free time. Prophecies were very much about fate; if he rushed to look now, he might not find what he was looking for.

Pinching his chin, Evans scanned the calendar, finally deciding on a time. Halloween. That was a Friday, and with Saturday and Sunday, he would have three days, enough to explore the western part of the Forbidden Forest. And this way, he wouldn't miss the Halloween feast. If he still couldn't find it by then, it could only mean the time was not right.

After confirming the time, Evans extinguished the kerosene lamp, washed up, and hugged Nana and Alice, intending to go to bed.

But just as he lay down, he suddenly sat up, his gaze passing through the window to the nearby Hogwarts castle. After staring for nearly half a minute, he suddenly smiled, casually picked up his wand, waved it twice in the air, and then lay back down on the bed.

(End of Chapter)

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