After three generations of conflict between two school factions, Tracy Scamander followed her grandfather and father's wishes and enrolled at Hogwarts. She was also lucky enough to become a classmate of Harry Potter, the wizarding world's hottest celebrity and the Chosen One.
School life was certainly full, but it was nothing like the peaceful days her brother had described at Ilvermorny. There was danger every day, and Tracy Scamander was struggling onward as she followed the Chosen One on his quest to save the wizarding world.
Warnings:
1. The story starts in third year.
2. This is the author's first story. There's a high chance you'll run into all the problems you might expect from a newbie, so feel free to offer well-reasoned advice.
3. This is a writing exercise, and the author is sensitive. If you don't like it, click the top-right corner to leave.
4. Although this is a crossover of American and British fandoms, it mainly combines Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts. The worlds are merged, and other franchises will only get a brief mention.
5. Come take a look~ Please! I'll do my best!
I went to watch movies these days and there were no comments, and then when I came back, I saw my wife's update :) I don't know if my wife has a feeling of "welcome to the real world" after the second period of secondary school. Thinking about "where do I come from and where do I want to go" is actually of no use at all : D Let's talk about Risa again, emmmmmmm. I seem to smell the sadness, but I always firmly believe that this is a sweet and sour candy: D Finally, I'd like to give my wife a tweet~ I'm so happy that I couldn't update suddenly : D, it turns out this is not an ancestral grave : D If my wife is imprisoned by the exam, I will remember to bring you a family bucket.
Forgot to comment yesterday But believe me I'm still watching : D I think that's what confession is like Give someone a sweet slap in the face. I was beaten into a daze before giving an answer You must have gone through a few seconds of brainstorming first. Before dying of confusion Give that answer : D ↑↑↑The above is just nonsense, and I know that singles can do anything: D. I hope it can give the author some inspiration: D
If you are coding in the middle of the night, I don't know if there will be that kind of coding. Suddenly his face fell on the keyboard Then type out a bunch of gibberish Then you can effortlessly create a large article of hundreds of thousands of words : D ↑↑↑The above is purely my imagination:) Don't care Just smile : D
Finally updated…
Go back and tell my ancestors The author who cheated her when she died is finally back Okay, I'm going to fulfill my ancestor's long-cherished wish:)
It is a theorem that things will happen from the beginning of school. . . For example, I suddenly had a sketching class these days, and I had to attend it all day every day until school started. . . :) I am in pain and happy : D
There were no comments in the extracurricular class yesterday, and then I saw this in the evening—First of all, I need to touch the author's wife's head and have a good rest. Secondly, it doesn't matter if I stop updating for a few days, I will definitely replace it anyway~(=^ω^=)~[Comes from the honeyed confidence in my wife] Pay attention to rest, so that going to the hospital every three days will be too much for your body~Then the children in the bottom of the pit will not be able to read the article if the wife's health is broken~
I don't know why after reading the article, what impressed me most was the previous sentence "Percy is such a fool". . . Because I regarded that "fool" as a "big watermelon". . . I may have been brainwashed by Peppa Pig's "Fuck you big watermelon" meme recently. . .
It doesn't matter~ Who doesn't have some procrastination these days~ That's how I put off my homework~
I don't know why when I read this, it reminded me of my unfinished summer homework. . . I still lack a lot of ancient magic texts (English), calculations, divination (mathematics), and history of magic (history). . . Emmm. . . I just don't know if the school canteen sells replica quills. . . :)