So you now got to study things like turning teapots into flames that could sing.
It could get pretty complicated.
You were hustling down a busy New York street, your bag in hand, purple jacket over your shoulder.
Bam!
You ran smack dab into person.
You dropped your bag on the ground, a couple quills spilling out.
“Oh gosh…I’m so sorry” Another British voice spoke.
The voice sounded familiar, and when you peered up you noticed why.
It was Newt Scamander.
You had both been in the same potions class almost all of your Hogwarts years. There was one year in particular; year 3. He kept getting picked on by other students, even some people in his own house. You had been he one to stand up for him. You later became very good friends in your years at Hogwarts.