Today is June 21st, the longest day of the year, and also her birthday in her previous life.
She had already checked the surroundings with her Dementor senses; it was deserted.
This was the site of the Beckton Gas Works, located on the A13 trunk road, 12 miles from central London; even gangsters didn’t want to station themselves here.
She just wondered when the commotion here would be discovered.
In an inconspicuous corner of the factory ruins, Elara buried the ammunition crate in the most traditional way, believing that this case would soon be reported to the wizards.
She had checked it; there was actually a Lee-Enfield No.
4 bolt-action rifle inside, which looked like it was for rural gangsters to use for assassinations.
There were also two AKs—goods that only the Irish mob could get their hands on—and three Beretta 92Fs, a professional killer’s favorite, but no shotguns.
As for the bullets, they seemed quite sufficient.
There were also several kilograms of explosives.
Wizards wouldn’t care about these things.
And the recipient looked like a professional killer, but now it was all hers.
She really couldn’t take it back; her strength was too small, and she couldn’t just use a Levitation Charm to take it back all at once, nor could she bring a Dementor back.
She was in a hurry to go back now.
She thought about the excuse she had prepared for being late; she would just bump into some drunkard on the roadside.
Even without using a Charm, with a Charm stat as high as 18, she was invincible.
These days, she relied on these drunkards, who were everywhere in London, to satisfy her hunger every week; after all, her main body was still a Dementor.
Naturally, she was very clear about the character of this group of people.
The reason for being late would naturally be that she was pestered by a drunkard, and after finally managing to get away, she had to hide.
If they came out to look for her, that is.
For safety, Elara used detection magic several times on nearby places where things might be hidden.
She hoped that no strange wizards would inadvertently pass by here, or that there were no hidden recording devices.
She didn’t need to worry about the Trace; underage wizards who hadn’t enrolled yet were not under surveillance.
Not many people passed by here.
If it were an Animagus, of course, nothing could be found.
However, the dim light at the edge made Elara frown—magic fluctuations.
Elara picked up her wand and walked towards the abandoned worker row houses with a normal expression.
The doors and windows were completely sealed, the roof had collapsed, and weeds were growing wildly all around.
From the gap between a pile of rubble and an old iron plate, a short, fierce hiss came.
It was a cat, not very old, but its body was taut, its back arched, its fur standing on end, baring its teeth at the intruder.
One of its hind legs was injured, the fur torn, oozing dark red blood.
Its weak body couldn’t support a threatening posture, yet it still refused to show weakness, using its remaining strength to strike a defensive, resistant pose.
Is it a magical cat like a Crup?
Elara thought to herself.
Elara didn’t hesitate; she cast a “Petrificus Totalus” before the cat could react.
She had a better reason for being late, for example, a cat that wanted to go home with her.
The cat couldn’t dodge in time and was immediately taken down by Elara.
She struggled to pick up this cat that wanted to go home with her; it was quite heavy.
Elara took it back to the location of her attack.
By the way, check if there were any survivors.
Under the firelight, she carefully examined the cat.
It had various spots on its body, particularly large ears, and a tail with tufted hair like a lion’s.
It didn’t seem to be a cat; it was a Kneazle, a type of magical creature that looked like a cat.
That was even better; there was no need to do those extra things.
No survivors.
After confirming, Elara began to communicate with this smart magical creature with peace of mind.
Elara placed the cat, which might be willing to be her pet, aside, and then cast a “Reducto” at the already fragmented car.
The huge explosion made the eyes of this fierce Kneazle much clearer.
Powerful force was a necessary deterrent for such wild animals.
“I know you can understand what I mean.
Be my pet, and I will heal you.”
The Kneazle was obviously more intelligent than an ordinary cat; it knew that resistance was meaningless, so it simply rolled over to show its belly in submission.
Once it obediently exposed its belly, Elara set about treating its injuries.
Elara simply rinsed the wound on the Kneazle’s hind leg and then bandaged it with clean strips of cloth from her clothes, which made the independent-minded Kneazle less resistant.
Although it still looked like it would remain aloof for a while, following a powerful wizard wasn’t bad.
Then, Elara turned back into a Dementor.
She held the Kneazle, which was slowly recovering from the “Petrificus Totalus”, in her Dementor arms.
The Kneazle, whose body had been gradually softening, suddenly bristled, but didn’t dare to struggle at all.
Elara subconsciously reined in her negative aura, and the Kneazle in her arms cooperatively remained motionless.
Dementors didn’t feed on animal emotions; there was no fundamental conflict between them.
Elara flew up with the Kneazle, flying towards London.
By the time she arrived near Leaky Cauldron, it was already 12 o’clock at night.
Elara turned back into her wizard form and tried her best to hold the now-weakened Kneazle: “Sorry, I was in a hurry to come back.
If you agree to be my pet, just meow once.”
Having been kept near a Dementor for over an hour, the already injured Kneazle meowed softly, as if forced into submission.
Elara revealed a faint smile: “That’s good.”
Elara, carrying the grey-furred Kneazle and covered in dust, walked into Leaky Cauldron, which was still open.
In fact, Leaky Cauldron was supposed to be open twenty-four hours a day, but if it was too late, it wouldn’t provide food.
“Elara, where did you run off to?
Kingsley went to look for you, but the library was already closed, and we couldn’t find you anywhere.” Tom asked somewhat sternly.
Kingsley also looked at Elara disapprovingly.
However, he noticed the cat Elara was holding in her arms?
“Sorry, Uncle Kingsley, Grandpa Tom, I saw this cat was injured, so I went to look for it.”
Elara gently placed the Kneazle on the table; there were very few people in the shop at this time.
Kingsley stepped forward to carefully examine this ‘cat’ Elara spoke of.
He couldn’t help but exclaim: “A Kneazle!
Elara, how did you catch it?”
Tom, who was feigning sternness on the side, also put down his cleaning work and came over to look.
“It is indeed a Kneazle.”
Elara was disheveled, and she said proudly: “Doesn’t the school allow bringing cats as pets?
I think it must want to be my pet.”
Kingsley looked at this extremely weak Kneazle, and its listless eyes, and sighed as he took out his wand.
With a healing spell, a warm white magical light flashed, and the Kneazle’s wound instantly stopped bleeding, then the wound gradually healed.
Only its spirit remained listless.
“You didn’t chase it for a long time, did you?” Kingsley couldn’t help but remark.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so listless.
Actually, she had subdued the Kneazle in an instant, but having the Dementor in close contact for so long was probably the reason it wasn’t energetic.
“How could that be?
It was willing to come home with me, clinging to my hand and refusing to let go, so I reluctantly brought it back.
If you don’t believe me, look.” Elara threatened the Kneazle with her eyes.
The listless Kneazle had no choice but to reluctantly jump into Elara’s arms.
She smiled: “See, that’s how it is.”
Kingsley actually didn’t mind; being able to catch a Kneazle counted as Elara’s ability.
The real problem was: “Elara, a Kneazle is not a cat; it is a magical creature.
Wizards who wish to keep a Kneazle must first obtain a license.
You cannot bring it into Hogwarts.”
“Ah?
How can that be?
This is just a cat.
This is my pet.” Elara almost pleaded.
Plan worked.
Now no one was questioning why she came back at this hour; they all thought she went to chase this Kneazle.
“Rules are rules, Elara.
However, you can board your Kneazle at someone else’s house.”
“Don’t look at me, I’m not allowed to keep pets here.
Kingsley, you proposed it, you handle it, or you can help her get a license.
It’s just an XXX class; you don’t see those guys doing great business selling half-Kneazles.
It’s no big deal.” Tom looked at Kingsley’s troubled expression with a grin.
Moreover, Tom lowered his voice: “We can’t watch over her forever.
A creature that can guide its owner home safely and has the ability to see through disguises can also help her a lot, right?”
“But…” Looking at the grey Kneazle licking Elara ingratiatingly, Kingsley sighed and agreed, “I can go help you get a legal keeping permit, but you need to learn about the Kneazle as a magical creature.
You need to read the book ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’.
Before you go to school, I need you to understand the appearance of most common magical creatures and their danger levels.
Not every magical creature you encounter will be this harmless.”
“Long live Uncle Kingsley!” Elara expressed her joy happily.
“By the way, does this Kneazle have a name?”
Uh, the cheering came to an abrupt end.
Elara coughed awkwardly: “Of course, I’ve thought of one.
Let’s call it…
let’s call it…”
She looked at the Kneazle in her arms.
“Let’s call it Fafnir.”
This was the best gift for her birthday, the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, and also the time of her birth in her previous life.
And the first birthday after arriving in a different world was spent in slaughter.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”