London. 1928.

Just like any other day, London weather could never be predicted. One morning it was sunny, and then light shower in the afternoon, followed by a pouring heavy shower in the evening. That day was no different. The heavy rain was enough to clear up the streets, as everyone would rather seek for warmth inside their homes. But the weather was a great excuse for two wizards to hold a secret meeting.

Walking down the pavement, Newt Scamander would rather use his wand to create a magical umbrella, instead of using the muggle one. Deep down, he cursed his former teacher for such meeting in such weather. But he knew, what he was about to hear is very important. The wizard then arrived at an alley, just near The Leaky Cauldron. It didn't take long until he felt a presence approaching him, before the rain above him dissolved into thin air. As he closed the umbrella, Newt turned around and saw the professor in his formal attire.

'Dumbledore.'

'Good evening, Newt.' The older man said, before glancing around admiring the heavy rain surrounding them. 'Nice weather is it not?'

Newt frowned, 'Is this your doing?'

Shrugging, he replied, 'It's nature's doing, Newt. Now follow me.'

Dumbledore quickly walked away, taking the magical shield with him, leaving Newt under the heavy rain. The man groaned before using his wand for a magical umbrella. It turned out that the old man walked inside the pub. The Leaky Cauldron was quite crowded with some witches and wizards, especially those who were seeking for warmth after a quick trip to Diagon Alley for school supplies shopping. Newt followed Dumbledore, who took a seat on the secluded corner. He already had two shots of what seemed to be firewhiskey. 'Have a seat, Newt!'

Newt decided to sit down across from the professor.

'Listen, what I am about to tell you is important.' Dumbledore started, leaning in with low voice. 'As you may have heard, there has been a speculation on the missing wizard.'

Newt frowned as he turned his head in confused manner. 'You mean the Minister's son?'

'Shush!' hushed Dumbledore, putting an index finger on his lips. 'They believe that he might be one of his followers. Apparently, some people support the idea of the Minister for Magic affiliation with the dark arts, as his brother is rumoured to support pureblood supremacy. And if they keep on believing those rumours, sooner or later, they will try to act against the Ministry.'

'And Grindelwald will see that as an opportunity to take over.' Newt added. 'Certainly you don't believe in any of that, Dumbledore?'

The old man shook his head. 'No, but I want you to do me a favour.'

By now, Newt had stepped onto another stage of confusion. But then, he remembered something. 'You want me to talk to the daughter.'

Smiling, Dumbledore downed the last shot.

'But she is nowhere in Britain, and I still hadn't sort my travel ban out which surely is a disadvantage on this case.'

'You'll figure out the way, Newt.' Dumbledore quickly stood up, causing the other wizard to stand up abruptly, knocking the chair off in the process.

'But Dumbledore, have you found out a way to destroy it?'

The professor looked down, before glancing back at his former student. 'I'll figure out that one. Oh, and don't forget to look after your case! Evening, Newt.' It was all that he said, before disapparating, leaving Newt by himself with people looking at him as if he was weird.

'Dumbledore.' He sighed.

Newt decided to walk back home. And as the rain had stopped, he didn't bother opening his umbrella and he used it as a walking stick. Don't forget to look after my case? What does that mean? He thought quietly. That evening, he decided to leave his case back at home with Bunty, since he didn't feel like carrying it around. But now, he had grown worried.

He walked even faster, and by the time he arrived on his doorstep, he could sense something had gone terribly wrong. When he opened the door, Newt was greeted by a huge mess. The sofa had been torn, and some photos that were formerly hung on the wall had fallen, breaking the frames in the process. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed several small creatures hiding behind a cabinet. So, he closed the door quietly, before locking it.

'Colloportus.'

And then the mayhem happened. Several Nifflers jumped out from the cabinet towards the chandelier, hanging around. Two baby Nifflers were nosily whining as they were fighting over a golden coin. From one room, he saw three Mooncalves trying to reach out for the moon through the window. He quickly ushered them, along with the Nifflers who were then moving around the room very fast, some were trying to fit in some necklace they picked up from one of the cabinets into their pockets. Newt quickly snatched the necklace, before keeping it inside his pocket, then heading towards the cellar. But before he entered the cellar, Newt tried to take a deep breath, before exhaling.

'Okay, now.'

Opening the door, he heard his assistant screaming loudly, causing Pickett, the Bowtruckle he always carried inside his breast pocket, to show up and whined furiously. He sighed as he saw that his case was wide open. The Augurey was flying around, singing loudly, and probably expecting the rain. The freshly caught pixies were flying in the air, before zooming in towards the Mooncalves. An Occamy was making its way out of the case, but Newt quickly scooped it into his arm, before it could escape. Wondering where Bunty could be, Newt followed the sound and saw the auburn haired girl on the floor, handling a Murtlap. Newt quickly put the Occamy inside the nearest nest, before helping his assistant removing the creature from her and quickly put it inside his case.

'Oh, what a scar.' He commented, as he noticed what the creature had done to her.

Bunty sat down. After a while, she tried to stand up, losing her balance in the process. Newt quickly helped her to lean against the wooden table.

'How did this happen?' Newt asked with a hint of anger and disappointment.

He quickly opened the case to let the Mooncalves in, before scooping in the Occamy and took the creature back into the case.

'Honestly, I don't know. Suddenly your case was opened, and some creatures got out, the small ones. But I managed to gather them all together, well, except for the Mooncalves who were jumping out of the case, followed by the Murtlap that knocked the Pixies' home down, causing them to fly around.' She explained loudly, hoping that Newt could still hear her from inside the case.

On the other hand, Newt heard her from his shed. He said nothing, before proceeding to check on every single creatures. Newt walked around for a while, making sure that the creatures were safe and sound. They were all there, even the Zouwu. Except for one. Seeing the empty nest from the corner of his eyes, he walked backwards. Sensing that one of his creatures had gone missing, Newt quickly came back.

When he got back, he saw that Bunty had already collected the Pixies and kept them in a small glass box. Also, the Nifflers had already settled inside their nests, while the Augurey had settled down by Kelpie's own loch. Furiously, Newt looked around, then trying to take a peek under the table.

'What are you doing, Newt?'

Newt stood up straight, staring at his assistant. 'Are you sure that you already get them all?'

'I am.' Bunty frowned. 'What is it?'

Newt sighed. 'I might have lost Dougal.'

'The Demiguise? Oh dear.'

Sitting down on a wooden chair, he buried his face into his palms, feeling helpless. 'You should go home now, Bunty. You know how Murtlap's bite can be.'

'Am I being fired?' the auburn haired girl asked cautiously.

'I don't know.' He sighed. 'But you should get that checked out and rest for a while.'

'And what about Dougal?'

Newt shrugged. 'I'll find him.'

The girl quickly grabbed her coat, before walking towards the cellar door. Before she walked out, she turned around.

'I am sorry for today, Newt. I hope you find the Demiguise.'

Being left alone, Newt was now thinking about Dumbledore's words. Was his case enchanted? Well, no. But was all that merely a coincidence? With Bunty being away, who would help him tending and taking care of his creatures? He couldn't work alone for sure. There were so many of them, plus the Zouwu who was trying to adapt under the new circumstances. Newt didn't trust so many people, but he certainly could not ask his brother for help. All that the older Scamander knew was a little information about Hippogriffs and much more information about hunting dark wizards.

One certain name crossed his mind. No, not Tina. If he needed a new assistance in tending the magical creatures, he would need someone with experience, someone he had trusted. But would she accept it? He frowned, as he didn't want to use the girl for information only. But on the other hand, he was in a deep need for assistance. And with a little uncertainty, Newt Scamander took one piece of parchment and a quill, before writing down a letter.