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บท 33: 33. Mulan’s Mishap

The streets of Hogsmeade bustled with activity as Arthur and his group wandered through its charming lanes. The dim glow of shop windows, the enticing aroma of freshly baked pastries, and the cheerful chatter of wizards and witches created a lively atmosphere.

Arthur took it all in, marveling at how magical the village felt in person. The reality of being here, walking these streets and experiencing it firsthand, far surpassed any depiction he'd seen in books or movies.

Taliesin and Hecate, however, had quickly immersed themselves in the sights and wares of the village. Arthur noticed them moving between stalls and shops, examining trinkets, sweets, and enchanted oddities with childlike curiosity.

It wasn't long before Arthur noticed Taliesin happily munching on a chocolate frog, while Hecate examined a delicate silver bracelet she'd slipped onto her wrist. Neither of them, to Arthur's knowledge, had any galleons or wizarding currency.

He approached them, eyebrow raised. "Hey, not to pry, but… where exactly did you two get the money for all this?"

Hecate looked up from her bracelet, entirely unfazed. "We looted it," she said nonchalantly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Arthur blinked. "You… looted it?"

Taliesin grinned, swallowing a piece of chocolate. "From the poachers. We thought you knew. Isn't that just basic practice?"

Arthur's expression twisted into mock betrayal. "And you didn't invite me? I was right there!"

Taliesin laughed, clapping Arthur on the back. "Oh, come now, lad. We assumed you already knew the fundamentals of treasure hunting. You're always so focused."

Arthur groaned, shaking his head as Hecate smirked.

As they continued exploring, Arthur noticed Mulan admiring a finely crafted teacup in one of the shop displays. She picked it up delicately, her face softening with a rare look of affection.

"This will make a good gift for my brother," she said proudly, showing the cup to Arthur.

Arthur leaned closer, his curiosity piqued. "Oh, let me see!"

Mulan carefully took the cup out of its packaging, but as soon as it was exposed, it sprang to life. The cup tilted upward, its handle snapping like a jaw as it lunged toward her face.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Mulan drew her blade and sliced the cup into clean halves midair. The two pieces clattered to the ground, still twitching faintly.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, laughter erupted from a group of nearby wizards and witches who had witnessed the scene.

"Zonko's Nose-Biting Teacup!" one of them called out, tears of laughter streaming down his face. "Classic prank product!"

Arthur knelt beside Mulan, his concern immediate. "Are you okay?"

But Mulan wasn't looking at the laughing crowd. Her head was bowed, her gaze fixed on the broken pieces of the teacup at her feet.

Arthur's jaw tightened. He was about to confront the onlookers when he heard her soft voice. "Oh no… my gift."

Arthur froze, the tension melting away as he processed her words. For the first time, he saw Mulan's stoic expression falter into a pout—a genuine, childlike pout—as she mourned the loss of her intended gift.

Taliesin, Hecate, and Arthur exchanged glances. The sight of the composed warrior lamenting over a broken teacup was too much to handle. They burst out laughing, their mirth filling the street.

Mulan glanced up, still pouting. "It's not funny."

That only made them laugh harder, even as Arthur patted her shoulder. "We'll get you another one, Mulan. Maybe one that doesn't bite this time."

The moment became a shared memory, one that lightened their hearts and brought them closer as a team, even in the midst of their mission.

After satisfying their curiosity and appetite for adventure in Hogsmeade, Arthur stretched and turned to his companions. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I just realized—I don't even have a wand. I never got around to buying one."

Taliesin raised an eyebrow, smirking. "No wand? Lad, that's like walking into a battle without a weapon."

Hecate arched an eyebrow. "You've managed well enough so far without one, but if you're serious about learning this world's magic, you'll need a proper wand." 

Arthur with a smile says "And there's no better place than Diagon Alley."

Mulan nodded, adjusting her cloak. "Lead the way, Arthur."

The group arrived at The Leaky Cauldron, its weathered exterior blending seamlessly with the muggle buildings around it. Inside, the pub was warm and lively, with wizards and witches scattered about—some quietly reading the Daily Prophet, others chatting animatedly over tankards of butterbeer.

Arthur took in the sights, the hum of magical life filling the space. He exchanged a smile with Taliesin before leading the group toward the back alley.

Hecate tapped the brick wall with her staff in a rhythmic pattern, and the bricks began to shift and rearrange themselves, revealing the bustling street of Diagon Alley.

They walked through the lively thoroughfare, weaving past shops selling cauldrons, robes, and enchanted trinkets, until they stopped in front of a modest but iconic building: Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Arthur stared at the crooked sign, the weight of its legacy dawning on him. "This is it," he said softly.

Hecate smirked. "Don't look so nervous. It's just a wand."

Taliesin chuckled. "It's the wand, my dear Hecate. The one meant for our lad here."

Arthur pushed open the door, the bell above jingling softly. The shop was quiet, its shelves towering and filled with thousands of slender boxes. The faint smell of wood and parchment filled the air.

From above, a voice rang out, rich with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "Well now… I don't believe I recognize that voice."

The group looked up to see an older man sliding down the ladder attached to the towering shelves, his silver hair catching the light. He landed gracefully and turned to face them, his pale eyes sharp and discerning.

Ollivander tilted his head, studying Arthur with interest. "Hmm… That's peculiar. I usually remember every wand I've ever sold. But yours, I don't seem to recall."

Arthur smiled sheepishly. "That's because I've never bought one."

Hecate stepped in smoothly, her tone light and matter-of-fact. "He's from America, you see. While we were doing some field research, his wand got snapped by a magical beast and… well, it turned to dust."

Ollivander's expression shifted from curiosity to a polite, understanding smile. "Ah, I see. Quite the misfortune. Wands are remarkably resilient, but under the right—or rather, wrong—circumstances, they can indeed be destroyed." He gestured toward Arthur. "Well then, we'd better rectify this immediately. Come along, young man."

Ollivander led Arthur to the counter, pulling out a tape measure that floated on its own. "Dominant hand?" he asked, already jotting notes in his mind.

"Right," Arthur said, holding out his hand.

The tape measure sprang to life, stretching along Arthur's arm and even measuring the width of his shoulders. Ollivander studied each measurement intently, murmuring to himself.

Once satisfied, Ollivander flicked his wrist, and the tape measure vanished. "Let's begin," he said, moving swiftly to the shelves. He plucked a slim box and opened it, presenting a wand made of cherry wood. "Cherry wood, with a unicorn hair core. Flexible and elegant. Try this."

Arthur took the wand, but before he could even flick it, the wand emitted a faint hiss and vibrated sharply in his hand. Ollivander snatched it back quickly. "Ah, no, no. Not the right fit."

He tried again, this time with a wand of yew and phoenix feather. Arthur gave it a wave, and a stack of boxes tumbled off the nearest shelf.

Ollivander frowned, muttering to himself as he replaced the wand. "You've got quite the energy, young man. These won't do at all."

Finally, he stopped, his pale eyes narrowing slightly. "Hmm… Perhaps…" He moved to the back of the shop, running his fingers along the shelves as though searching for something long forgotten.

When he returned, he held a box that looked older than the others. Opening it carefully, he revealed a wand that seemed to gleam faintly in the dim light. "Ebony wood, with a thunderbird feather core. Quite rare. Powerful and versatile—if it accepts you."

Arthur reached for the wand, and the moment his fingers brushed it, a warmth spread through his arm. He gave it a small wave, and a soft golden light filled the shop, swirling gently before fading.

Ollivander smiled, his pale eyes glinting. "Ah, yes. A perfect match. That wand will serve you well, but remember—while the wand chooses the wizard, it is the wizard's actions that truly matter."

Arthur nodded, gripping the wand with newfound confidence. "Thank you."

Ollivander bowed slightly. "Take care of it, young man. Wands like these are as rare as the connections they forge."

As the group left the shop, Arthur couldn't help but glance at the wand in his hand, feeling its quiet hum of magic. With this wand, he felt more connected to the magical world—and to his growing purpose—than ever before.

The group then meandered through Diagon Alley, the magical thoroughfare alive with activity. Each shop they passed seemed to offer a new marvel, and Arthur couldn't help but feel like a child again, wide-eyed and eager to see everything.

They stopped at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where the shop's namesake, a plump witch with a cheerful demeanor, fussed over several Hogwarts students getting fitted for their school robes.

"Look at the quality of those robes," Mulan remarked, noting the precise stitching and enchanted durability.

Arthur nodded, though his gaze lingered on the other items—a dress robe with shimmering fabric and a display of hats charmed to repel rain.

At Flourish and Blotts, Taliesin immediately gravitated toward the towering shelves of magical books. He ran his fingers over their spines, muttering titles under his breath. "Hexes for the Overconfident… Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration… Oh, what's this? Hogwarts, A History. Seems light on flair but might be interesting."

Hecate, meanwhile, browsed the potions ingredients at Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary. "These are remarkably basic," she murmured, holding up a jar of crushed moonstone. "Avalon's stores have better stock, but I suppose this will do in a pinch."

Arthur trailed behind, smiling at his companions' enthusiasm. The day felt like a proper adventure, filled with discovery and a growing appreciation for the magical world.

Arthur stopped in his tracks, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

"I've got an idea," he said, turning to the group.

Taliesin raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do share, lad."

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. "If we're going to operate in this world, we'll need access to resources. And for that, we'll need to register at Gringotts."

Hecate smirked. "Finally thinking like a proper wizard. Lead the way, then."

The imposing white building loomed before them, its marble steps glowing faintly in the fading light. Arthur led the group up the steps, his excitement tempered by the intimidating sight of the goblins bustling within.

Inside, the grandeur of the bank hit them like a wave. The vast hall was lined with counters where goblins worked diligently, their sharp features illuminated by the glow of enchanted lamps. The clink of coins and the rustle of parchment filled the air.

Arthur hesitated for a moment, but Hecate nudged him forward. "Go on. They don't bite… much."

At the nearest front desk, a goblin looked up from his ledger, his sharp, calculating eyes narrowing slightly. "Yes?"

Arthur cleared his throat. "We'd like to register."

The goblin's expression didn't change, but he glanced at the large clock on the far wall. "It is quite late," he said curtly, his tone clipped. "We're nearing closing time. Come back tomorrow."

Arthur glanced around, noting that several goblins were indeed packing their ledgers and bags, preparing to leave for the day.

Before he could protest, Hecate stepped forward, her expression calm but her voice laced with subtle authority. "Surely you can make an exception," she said smoothly, sliding a handful of gleaming Galleons onto the desk.

The goblin's eyes flickered with interest, his fingers twitching toward the coins. After a brief pause, he gave a toothy grin. "Well… a bit of overtime can be beneficial for me."

He pocketed the Galleons in one swift motion, then gestured for Arthur to follow. "This way, please."

The goblin led them down a quieter corridor, away from the bustling main hall. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings of goblins crafting treasures and casting spells.

As they reached a smaller office, the goblin opened the door and gestured inside. "Sit," he instructed Arthur, motioning to a chair in front of a polished desk.

Arthur complied, the others standing behind him.

The goblin seated himself, retrieving a long quill and a thick ledger from a nearby shelf. "Now then," he began, his voice brisk. "Will it be all of you registering, or just this one?"

Taliesin grinned, nudging Arthur's shoulder. "Only this lad here. He's the one who needs to establish himself."

The goblin nodded, his sharp eyes locking onto Arthur. "Full name?"

"Arthur Pendragon," he replied, feeling a slight flush at the weight of the name.

The goblin arched an eyebrow but said nothing, instead scratching the name into the ledger. "Date of birth?"

Arthur answered, and the goblin continued with a series of questions, jotting everything down with precise strokes.

"Purpose of the account?" the goblin asked, looking up.

Arthur hesitated, then said, "To store funds and access resources for travel and… fieldwork."

The goblin's quill paused mid-stroke. "Fieldwork?"

Hecate stepped in smoothly. "He's an independent researcher," she said, her tone firm but polite.

The goblin regarded her for a moment before returning to his writing. "Very well. Do you have an initial deposit?"

Arthur reached into his pocket, pulling out a pouch of coins he had exchanged earlier. The goblin weighed them carefully, his calculating eyes scanning each coin before nodding in approval.

"Your account is now registered," the goblin announced, closing the ledger with a snap. "You may access it with this key."

He handed Arthur a small, ornate key that felt strangely warm to the touch.

Arthur took it, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. "Thank you."

The goblin stood, gesturing toward the door. "Business is concluded. If you require further services, return during regular hours."

As the group left Gringotts, Arthur turned the key over in his hand, its intricate engravings glinting faintly in the streetlights.

"That wasn't so bad," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Hecate smirked. "You've taken your first step into financial independence. Congratulations."

Taliesin clapped him on the back. "Now you're officially part of the magical economy, lad. How does it feel?"

Arthur chuckled. "Like I'm finally starting to belong."

With the last light fading into night, the group made their way back through Diagon Alley, the warmth of their shared adventure keeping the chill at bay. For Arthur, this was just the beginning of forging his place in this world.

After their eventful day, Arthur and his companions found themselves drawn to the warm glow of ZA Coffee, a quaint wizarding café tucked into a quiet corner of Diagon Alley. The interior was cozy, with soft lighting, enchanted plants that gently swayed as though in a breeze, and the soothing hum of quiet conversation.

They chose a table near the window, where they could watch the lantern-lit street outside. A waitress brought them steaming cups of coffee and tea, and they settled in to unwind.

As the group sipped their drinks, Arthur leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've been thinking," he began, setting his mug down. "What if we opened Avalon in this world? A physical presence—a hotel connected to Avalon itself."

Hecate arched an eyebrow. "Ambitious. And what exactly are you envisioning?"

Arthur's hands moved animatedly as he explained. "Imagine it—a place where travelers from this world can visit Avalon directly. They'd have access to its facilities, its magic. And if we expand it across worlds, each one could have its own gateway to Avalon."

Taliesin scratched his chin thoughtfully. "It's a fascinating idea. Scientifically?" He paused for dramatic effect, then added with a dry smirk, "Impossible. But magically? Always possible."

Arthur, Hecate, and Mulan stared at him blankly, their faces perfectly deadpan.

Taliesin gestured with mock offense. "Oh, come on! That was a good joke!"

Arthur sighed, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Just wait until you see the Marvel world I connected to recently. Their science is basically magic anyway. You'd love it there."

The group laughed, their banter easing the tension of the day.

As the conversation continued, Mulan sat quietly, sipping her tea. Her lips curved into a subtle smile as her eyes lingered on a small package sitting beside her.

Arthur noticed and tilted his head curiously. "What's that?"

Mulan picked up the package, her expression soft. "A gift for my brothers," she said, unwrapping it carefully to reveal a complete set of teacups. The delicate porcelain cups were painted in green, blue, and red, each one symbolizing one of the three warriors.

Taliesin grinned. "Sentimental and practical. Perfect for them."

Mulan's smile turned mischievous as she set the package down and picked up another small box. She opened it to reveal two of Zonko's infamous Nose-Biting Teacups. "And this," she said, her tone light, "is for pranking them."

Arthur burst out laughing. "You're full of surprises, Mulan."

She sipped her tea with a satisfied air, her hidden humor adding a new dimension to the stoic warrior.

Taliesin leaned back in his chair, his harp resting against the table. "So, about this Avalon hotel idea," he said, steering the conversation back on track. "If we're seriously considering it, there are a few things to keep in mind."

Hecate nodded. "First, it's definitely possible. But connecting Avalon directly to a physical location in this world could be risky."

Mulan chimed in, her tone calm but firm. "There will be times when people from other worlds enter the lobby—like Carol did a few days ago. That could lead to… complications."

Arthur tapped his chin thoughtfully. "What if each world had its own floor or gateway? That way, the main lobby stays separate, and we minimize the risk of cross-world incidents."

Hecate tilted her head, considering the idea. "That could work. Each floor could act as an independent portal, customized to fit the world it connects to."

Taliesin grinned. "Imagine the possibilities—different themes, different magic, different stories… It's like creating a patchwork of worlds within Avalon itself."

They spent the next hour discussing the concept, throwing out ideas and refining the vision. The café gradually emptied, and they soon realized they were the only ones left, the enchanted plants swaying gently in the now-quiet space.

They stood, stretching after their long conversation, and made their way back into the cool night air. The streets of Diagon Alley were nearly deserted, the shops darkened, and the lamps casting long shadows.

Arthur led them to a clear space near the edge of the alley, where they could summon Avalon's door without drawing attention. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he focused.

The familiar tug of Avalon's magic guided him, and with a soft ripple in the air, the door appeared. Its ornate carvings seemed to shimmer faintly in the moonlight.

"Ready?" Arthur asked, turning to his companions.

Hecate smirked. "Always."

Taliesin adjusted his harp. "Lead the way, lad."

They stepped through the door, the magic of Avalon embracing them as they returned to the sanctuary.

"Welcome back" Avalon greeted them.

Once inside, the group dispersed to their rooms, each reflecting on the day's adventures and the plans they had set in motion. Arthur sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his new wand. The connection he felt with it filled him with a renewed sense of purpose.

Tomorrow, they would regroup at Newt's house and continue their mission, but for tonight, they allowed themselves a moment of peace.


บท 34: 34. Healing Bonds

Arthur stirred awake in his room, the familiar hum of Avalon's energy gently nudging him from his dreams. He blinked at the faint glow of the room, stretched, and glanced at the golden display hovering in his vision.

[System Notification: Level Up Achieved – Level 16]

He stared at the notification, his brows furrowing. "Only one level?" he muttered, sitting up. "But we raided a whole camp of poachers yesterday! Shouldn't that have been a great way to farm experience?"

As if responding to his thoughts, Avalon's smooth, amused voice echoed in the room. "Farm experience? Arthur, remind me—what is your role here in Avalon?"

Arthur rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm the concierge for the guests and the manager of Avalon."

"Exactly," Avalon replied, its tone laced with gentle amusement. "Your experience is tied to the satisfaction of our guests, not how many battles you win. You're not a mercenary, Arthur. Avalon thrives on harmony, not chaos."

Arthur huffed, though a small smile tugged at his lips. "So, helping Newt with his mission... that might actually gain me some experience points?"

Avalon chuckled faintly. "We'll see. It all depends on how satisfied our guests are."

Arthur sighed, shaking his head. "Great. No pressure."

With a renewed determination to make the most of the day, Arthur swung his legs over the side of the bed and headed to the bathroom. The hot water cleared the last remnants of sleep from his mind, and he found himself mulling over Avalon's words.

After drying off, he slipped into his uniform, the tailored fabric fitting comfortably—a symbol of his responsibility and growing connection to the sanctuary. He straightened his tie in the mirror, took a deep breath, and nodded to himself.

"Alright," he said quietly. "Let's get to work."

Arthur strolled into the dining area, the smell of tea and pastries wafting through the air. At the table, Hecate and Taliesin sat, leisurely enjoying their morning tea and nibbling on colorful macaroons.

"Morning," Arthur greeted with a smile as he approached.

"Morning, Arthur," Hecate replied, her voice calm as she placed a delicate macaroon on her saucer.

Taliesin lifted his teacup with a playful grin. "Morning, lad. Sleep well?"

Arthur chuckled, pulling out a chair. "I did, though judging by the two of you, sleep isn't on the menu here."

Hecate glanced at him, a faint smirk on her lips. "We can sleep if we choose to, but we don't need it."

Taliesin leaned back, balancing his teacup precariously on two fingers. "But you need it, lad. You're still growing—unlike us. We're at the peak of our bodies and lives here in Avalon."

Hecate nodded, her tone thoughtful. "That's true, though we're still in a weakened state. The stronger you grow, the stronger Avalon grows."

"And the stronger Avalon grows..."

Arthur turned toward the voice just as Musashi entered the room, flanked by Guan Yu and Mulan. Musashi smirked as he finished the thought: "…the more we return to our prime."

Arthur greeted them with a cheerful wave. "Morning! Looks like everyone's up and about. Oh, and speaking of growing," he added with a grin, looking at Mulan, "how did your brothers like their gifts?"

At his question, Guan Yu and Musashi exchanged a glance, their expressions both stoic and resigned. Then, as if perfectly synchronized, they let out a deep, unified sigh.

The Night Before…

In the quiet glow of the dining area, Mulan carefully unwrapped her gifts and presented them to her brothers.

"This," she said, holding up the complete tea set, "is my gift to you both."

She handed Musashi the blue cup, Guan Yu the green cup, and kept the red one for herself. The three of them shared a rare, quiet moment of camaraderie as they sipped tea together, enjoying the beautifully crafted set Mulan had chosen for them.

As the conversation wound down, Mulan reached for another set of packages, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

"And these," she said, handing them each a box, "are… an extra surprise. Open them later, in your own quarters."

Musashi and Guan Yu, accustomed to their sister's occasional whims, nodded and set the boxes aside. They continued their tea and conversation before bidding her goodnight.

Later that night, Musashi and Guan Yu returned to their respective quarters. Curiosity got the better of them, and they opened the packages Mulan had given them.

The results were instant chaos.

In Musashi's room, the Zonko's Nose-Biting Teacup sprang to life, lunging at his face with a snap of its porcelain handle. With a practiced motion, Musashi drew his katana, slicing the cup mid-air. Unfortunately, the cup landed directly on his nose before shattering, leaving a faint bite mark.

In Guan Yu's quarters, the teacup lunged similarly, and his response was equally swift. With a mighty swing of his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, he slashed through the air, obliterating not only the cup but also most of the furniture in his room.

Back in the dining area, Mulan sipped her tea calmly, listening as muffled booms and shouts echoed through Avalon. She chuckled quietly to herself, satisfied. 'So this is what those wizards felt when they laughed at me.'

But her amusement didn't last long.

"SISTER!!" the unified roar of Musashi and Guan Yu reverberated through the halls.

Moments later, the brothers confronted her, their weapons drawn, their expressions torn between irritation and grudging admiration for her audacity. Mulan only smiled, setting down her tea and drawing her own blade.

The three of them clashed in a heated sparring session, their weapons ringing through the halls. Outsiders might have mistaken it for a real battle, but the warriors reveled in the fight, their bond expressed through each perfectly timed strike and counter.

By the time dawn broke, Guan Yu's quarters were in shambles, Musashi's nose bore a faint bite mark, and Mulan's laughter echoed in their ears.

As Arthur listened to the tale, pieced together from the brothers' reactions and Mulan's knowing smile, he couldn't help but laugh.

"So you're saying…" Arthur began, struggling to hold back his laughter, "you sliced up your own quarters, and you're walking around with a teacup bite on your nose?"

Musashi grumbled, rubbing the faint mark. "It's not funny."

Guan Yu shook his head. "It was a well-executed prank," he admitted grudgingly. "But she will pay for this."

Mulan sipped her tea, her expression serene but her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You both needed the practice."

The group erupted into laughter, even Hecate cracking a rare smile.

Arthur wiped a tear from his eye. "Remind me never to prank a prankster. But seriously, I'm glad you all enjoyed your gifts—both of them."

As the warriors settled into their morning routine, Arthur felt a sense of comfort. These moments of camaraderie, though laced with chaos, were what made Avalon feel like home.

The soft glow of morning light filtered into the Sanctuary Spa and Healing Room, the tranquil energy of the space amplifying the soothing hum of Avalon's magic. Amid the warm and serene ambiance, Eir and Medea worked diligently at a long counter filled with herbs, pestles, and vials of shimmering liquid.

They stood side by side, focused on their task, creating a pill infused with the finest magical herbs to aid Carol's recovery.

Eir glanced over at the bed where Carol lay, her breathing steady but her expression still unmoving. "Her vitals are stabilizing," Eir noted, her tone calm but laced with a hint of concern. "Her body's healing, but her energy hasn't begun to recover. She likely won't wake for several weeks."

Medea nodded, her hands moving deftly as she ground dried leaves into a fine powder. "Which means we'll need to sustain her body until then." She picked up a vial of glowing golden liquid and poured a precise amount into the mixture. "This pill will ensure she gets the nutrients she needs. Her resilience is remarkable, but even a body this strong needs the right support."

As they worked, Medea broke the silence with a thoughtful question. "Have you noticed something strange about your magic here?"

Eir raised an eyebrow, her hands pausing briefly over a bundle of herbs. "Strange how?"

Medea gestured toward the bowl in front of her. "It feels… restricted. Normally, I could conjure a sprite of myself to handle these kinds of menial tasks."

Eir's lips quirked into a small smile as she resumed chopping herbs. "Conjure a sprite, hmm? For what purpose, exactly?"

Medea returned her smile with a playful one of her own. "To give me a massage while another one does the actual work."

Eir let out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head. "Lazy as ever, I see."

The two laughed softly, their camaraderie easing the weight of their duties.

"You're not wrong, though," Eir admitted after a moment. "My magic feels muted as well. Lífbrunnr is vast, but it seems we're only allowed to access certain aspects of it—at least for now."

Medea hummed in agreement, carefully forming the mixture into small, rounded pills. "Perhaps as Aegis Hygieia grows, so will our abilities. Until then, we'll have to rely on more… traditional methods."

Eir glanced at her, a hint of amusement in her calm gaze. "And no sprites."

Medea sighed dramatically. "Alas, no sprites. What a cruel world."

Their shared laughter echoed through the healing sanctuary, the bond between them as soothing as the magic of Avalon itself.

Meanwhile, Newt Scamander sat in his small office, a phone held to his ear. The space was filled with the gentle sounds of magical creatures stirring in the enclosures around him.

"Newt, are you sure it's that serious?" his wife's voice came through the receiver, warm and concerned.

"I wouldn't have called otherwise," Newt replied, his tone earnest. "This poaching network is far larger than I anticipated. It's not just Europe—they're operating globally. I'm certain of it."

He paused, glancing at a stack of notes on his desk. "I need your help, Tina. Could you investigate the American front? See if MACUSA has any leads or records tied to the Malmorin family or their dealings with poachers?"

Tina was silent for a moment before she answered. "I'll see what I can do. If this network is as widespread as you think, it's only a matter of time before it reaches us too."

Newt sighed, relief evident in his voice. "Thank you. I'll keep you updated on what we find here."

"You'd better," Tina said, her tone softening into a teasing lilt. "And Newt… be careful."

"I always am," he replied, though they both knew it wasn't entirely true.

As the call ended, Newt leaned back in his chair, his mind churning with possibilities. With Tina's help and the bonds he'd formed in Avalon, he felt a flicker of hope that they could unravel the poaching network's secrets before more creatures were harmed.

While Avalon's halls thrummed with the bonds of its residents, Tina's determination burned just as brightly across the Atlantic. Each connection, whether in the sanctuary or beyond, strengthened their collective resolve against the growing shadows of their mission.

In his modest home in London, Newt Scamander sat at his cluttered desk, a stack of letters spread before him. Some of the envelopes were already opened, their contents revealing promises of help from his old friends. A few had even mentioned bringing their own connections to assist with the investigation.

But many letters remained unanswered. Newt sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "This will have to do for now," he murmured, his gaze flicking to the few promising replies.

Deciding he needed to move forward, Newt pushed back his chair and headed to his basement.

The basement, enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm, was alive with movement. Magical creatures roamed freely in their carefully crafted habitats. Near the far end of the room, Frank, the majestic thunderbird, perched on a tall stone pillar, his golden feathers shimmering faintly in the dim light.

Newt approached slowly, his expression soft. "Frank," he said, his voice gentle but resolute, "I need you to go to America."

Frank tilted his head, his intelligent eyes fixed on Newt.

"Tina's going to need help," Newt continued. "She and her crew will be investigating the poachers on that side of the world. You'll be able to assist her—and keep an eye on things for me."

The thunderbird let out a low trill, stepping forward on his perch. Newt extended his hand, and Frank nuzzled it gently, a gesture of farewell.

"Take care, old friend," Newt said, his voice heavy with emotion. "And you can come back when it's done."

Frank spread his massive wings, his golden plumage glowing faintly with stored energy. With a soft, almost sorrowful cry, he lifted off, disappearing through an enchanted portal at the far end of the room.

Newt turned his attention to the other creatures—the ones rescued from the poachers' camp. They had settled in over the past few days, regaining their strength in the safety of his sanctuary.

"Alright, now," Newt said, addressing them gently. "Arthur's going to come for you soon. Who wants to join him?"

Several of the creatures responded, stepping forward or chirping in their own ways. Among them were a majestic griffin, an elegant occamy with shimmering scales, and a few smaller beasts, including bowtruckles and diricawls.

Newt smiled warmly, crouching to meet their eyes. "Good. You'll be safe with him, and I'm sure he'll take excellent care of you."

He prepared their morning meal, setting out food and ensuring each creature had enough to eat. "Arthur will pick you up around noon," he said reassuringly.

As the creatures settled down to eat, Newt left the basement, returning to his desk.

Newt sat once again at his desk, sorting through the letters. No new responses had arrived, and he stared at the small pile of promising replies, his expression thoughtful.

"It seems this is all the help we'll get," he said softly, running his fingers over the envelopes. His tone was tinged with disappointment but also resolve. 'It's not about how many help—it's about how much we can do with those who do.'

With a determined breath, Newt picked up his quill and began drafting a response to one of his old friends, ensuring everything was in place for the next stage of their investigation. The battle against the poachers was far from over, but step by step, they were building the alliances they needed.


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