Chapter 168 Yes, what to eat?

Chapter 168 Yes, what to eat?

Newt paused for a moment, then looked up.

Which one?

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"

Newt thought for a moment, then looked into the distance, as if recalling something from a long time ago.

"More than ten years," he said, a hint of emotion in his voice. "At first, I just wanted to record what I saw, but the more I wrote, the longer it took. Back then I was young, traveling everywhere—Africa, Asia..."

I've been to all of America. In each place I visited, I documented the local animals—drawing and writing them down.

"More than ten years," Philip said thoughtfully. "That would mean traveling to so many places?"

“A lot. I’ve been to all five continents. Some places I’ve been to multiple times,” Newt said with a laugh. “Once in Africa, I chased a ptarmigan for three whole days. In the end, I didn’t catch it and got lost. I spent two weeks in the jungle before I finally came out.”

Philip raised an eyebrow.

"Two weeks? What will we eat?"

"Yeah, what are we eating?" Ron chimed in.

"Eat fruit," Newt said. "If you're lucky, you might catch a fish. We didn't catch any thunderbirds, but we did discover three new species."³

Philip was silent for a moment, then sincerely praised, "You really are quite capable."

Newt blushed slightly and looked down at the teacup in his hand.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

In the distance, Norbert let out a low hiss, the sound echoing through the valley, lingering for a long time.

Philip looked up at the starry sky.

His eyes gleamed in the firelight, and his expression was gentle.

"There are so many stars tonight," he said.

Henry nodded and looked up at the starry sky.

"More than London."

"The stars in London have been eaten by lights," Philip said, with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "When I was a child in Greece, I could see the Milky Way at night. The whole sky was bright, densely packed, like a glowing river."

Later, when I went to England, I couldn't see it anymore.

"But it's good that we can see it from here."

"Did you live in Greece when you were a child?" Ron asked curiously.

"Yes." Philip nodded, his gaze still fixed on the starry sky. "I was born in Greece and later went to England. At that time, World War II had just ended, and the world was in chaos. My father took us around everywhere, and we finally settled in England."

He was silent for a moment, as if he was recalling something.

"Back then, I also thought about what I wanted to do in the future. I thought about sailing a boat, flying a plane, and traveling around."

Later, he married your grandmother, and that was settled.

He smiled, a smile that carried a hint of self-deprecation, but also a touch of warmth.

"But it's good that I can travel around now."

The campfire crackled, and sparks flew into the night sky, disappearing into the darkness.

Ron and Harry sat on the other side of the campfire, a little further away from the adults.

There was hot tea in front of them, but neither of them drank much of it. The tea had gone cold, but they didn't care.

"Harry," Ron suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"You really want to help that little elf?"

Harry nodded, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames.

"think."

"Why?" Ron asked, turning to look at him. "He got you locked up for three days. If it weren't for him, you'd still be stuck at the Dursleys' house—it's not exactly a great place, but at least you wouldn't have to wait three more days."

Harry was silent for a moment, flames flickering in his eyes.

"Because he wanted to help me too," he said earnestly. "He wanted to protect me, but he didn't know how."

"Moreover, he had a very bad time in that house. Malfoy treated him badly; he didn't even have a decent set of clothes and had to wear tattered pillowcases."

"That's true," Ron agreed with Harry.

He looked at the campfire, the firelight dancing on his face and making his red hair appear even redder.

"So how do you plan to help him?"

"I don't know," Harry shook his head, "but Henry said there's a way. I believe him."

Ron glanced at him.

"You really believe him?"

"You don't believe me?" Harry laughed.

"It seems like... I kind of believe it too." Ron smiled as well.

The two were silent for a moment, then Ron said, "Tell me, how did Henry do that? He's only a year older than us, and he can do so much."

"Like he said," Harry shrugged. "It's because he wants to do it."

"Can you really do it just because you want to?"

"I don't know," Harry said, "but at least he tried."

"That's true." Ron nodded. "I'd like to give it a try too."

"Try what?" Harry asked, looking at him.

"I don't know," Ron said, tilting his head back. "But I'd like to try if I have the chance in the future."

"Then let's try it together." Harry smiled.

"Okay." Ron smiled too.

As night deepened and the campfire gradually dimmed, Charles and Diana had already left again.

The children were taken to bed, and Philip stood up and stretched.

His joints made a slight clicking sound; after all, he was over seventy years old.

"I'm going to sleep," he said. "I have to get up early tomorrow."

He patted Henry on the shoulder; the hand was strong.

"You should go to bed early too."

"Goodnight, Grandpa," Henry said, nodding.

Philip walked toward his cabin, his footsteps fading into the night.

He sat for a moment, then said softly, "Lucy."

With a snap, Lucy appeared in front of him.

She looked a little tired, with some shadows under her big eyes, probably because she hadn't been sleeping well these past few days.

But she was in good spirits, standing very straight, and her tea towel was neatly worn.

"Your Highness."

"Dobby, is there anything else you want to say?" Henry asked, looking at her.

"He said he would wait," Lucy said shrilly. "He also said thank you. He didn't know how to thank you, but he would remember your kindness."

"You're welcome, just let him wait," Henry said, shaking his head.

"Lucy will keep an eye on the Malfoys and let you know if there's any news," Lucy said.

"it is good."

Lucy disappeared with a snap, and then the room fell silent.

The next morning, as sunlight streamed into the cabin, Henry was awakened by a commotion.

It's George and Fred's voices.

"It's a success! It's a success!"

The voice came from outside, filled with excitement and pride.

Henry sat up, put on his coat, and went out of the cabin.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and several birds were chirping in the distant trees, their voices clear and melodious.

George and Fred were standing on the grass, holding up a strange object.

It was a wing made of canvas and wood, about two meters long, shaped like a dragon's wing. The frame was made of wood, the skin was made of canvas, and there were some strange runes on the edges, which shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

"Look!" George shouted excitedly when he saw Henry, waving the wing, "We made it!"

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Henry walked over and examined the object closely.

The workmanship is quite exquisite. The wooden frame is polished very smoothly, the canvas is stretched very tightly, and the runes are drawn neatly, looking like some kind of reinforcement spell.