Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

After the tree guardian pot had securely latched itself onto the ceiling, David looked down through its tiny eyes. The perspective was limited, but it was enough to spy on the man below.

The man sat at a small table, his back hunched as he pulled an envelope from his bag. The envelope was blank—no writing, no markings. His fingers moved cautiously, tearing it open with deliberate care. He unfolded a piece of white paper and scanned its contents, his eyes narrowing.

Through the tree guardian's small, observant eyes, David caught a glimpse of the letter. His suspicions were confirmed. It was from the R organization. There, at the bottom of the page, was the unmistakable symbol—a shifting, color-changing "R" in a small circle. Only the R organization used that kind of magic, and very few could imitate it.

The letter revealed that the man had applied to join the R organization, and his request had been approved. He was instructed to go to 115 Charles Street in five days for initiation. After reading the letter twice, the man folded it neatly and stashed it back in his bag, his face a mask of wary satisfaction.

David waited, eyes glued to the scene through his enchanted spy. When it was clear the man wasn't doing anything else of note, he severed his connection to the tree guardian and blinked, his vision returning to the dim room where Newt, Charlie, and John watched him with anticipation.

"Grandpa Tver really is an excellent intelligence man," David remarked, his voice low.

"So, he's definitely with the R organization?" Newt's mustache twitched as he spoke, his jaw clenched.

"Not yet," David corrected. "He will be, in five days. That letter was his invitation to join."

Everyone was silent for a moment, absorbing the implications. John glanced at Newt. "What do we do now?"

Newt scratched his chin thoughtfully. "We could follow him. If he's not fully trusted by them yet, he might not know too much. But he could lead us to someone who does."

John and Charlie nodded in agreement, but David frowned. "It won't be easy. He's extremely vigilant. I could feel his awareness through the tree guardian. He's probably dealt with Aurors before."

Newt's brows furrowed. He was deep in thought when David spoke up again. "Grandpa, I have an idea."

Newt looked up, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

"Wait here," David said, closing his eyes.

He focused on the man's face—every detail. A slender, narrow face. Thin lips. Small, sharp eyes. A nose that looked almost nailed onto his face. Pain ripped through his body as his features twisted and shifted, bones cracking and reforming beneath his skin. It was agony, but he stayed focused, determined to get it just right.

When he opened his eyes again, the room looked different. Everyone seemed a little taller. And they were staring at him in pure shock.

David glanced into the mirror. He was no longer himself. The man from the other room stared back at him with cold, calculating eyes. It was flawless—down to the last detail. Even his posture had changed, the slight hunch and tense shoulders.

"Grandpa, how do I look?" David asked, his voice now gruffer, matching the man's tone perfectly.

Newt's jaw hung open. "You... How did you...?"

John recovered first. "You're going to impersonate him and infiltrate the R organization, aren't you?"

David nodded. "That's the plan."

Newt's face darkened. "Absolutely not! It's too dangerous. If they catch you, they won't just kill you—they'll make you disappear. Tina would never forgive me."

David met Newt's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "Do you have a better idea? He's our only lead."

Newt opened his mouth to argue but fell silent, his shoulders slumping. He knew David was right. But the thought of sending his grandson into enemy territory was almost unbearable.

"And who said I can't handle myself?" David challenged. "I defeated Voldemort at school. Ask Dumbledore if you don't believe me."

Newt's eyes widened. "You did what?"

Charlie nearly choked. "Is that true?"

David nodded. "You can ask Ron, too. He was there."

Newt was stunned. He knew his grandson was talented, but this was beyond anything he'd imagined. After a long pause, he spoke softly, "How long can you keep the transformation up?"

"As long as I need to," David replied confidently. "My magic has gotten stronger. I won't run out."

Newt took a deep breath, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders. "Alright. I'll write to Dumbledore. If he confirms what you're saying, we'll go through with this plan. But we'll be there to back you up every step of the way."

David's lips curled into a triumphant smile. "Deal."

Newt's expression grew serious again. "We still need to capture him, get that letter, and find out everything he knows. Otherwise, you won't have enough information to pull this off."

David grinned. "Already thought of that." He pointed to the small bottle Newt was holding. "That's a sleeping potion, right? If I can get the tree guardian to put a drop in his drink, he'll be out cold. Then we can search his room."

Newt hesitated. "It's strong—made for animals. Just one drop. No more."

"Got it." David took the bottle, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Let's do this."

The plan was set. The tree guardian slipped through the narrow gap under the door and climbed to the ceiling again, bottle in hand. It moved swiftly and quietly, crawling above the man's head as he began to nod off. Once his breathing grew heavy and rhythmic, the tree guardian tipped the bottle. A single drop fell, silently mixing into the water glass on his nightstand.

David waited until the guardian returned safely before dispelling it. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "It's done."

Newt looked at the empty bottle in horror. "You didn't... use all of it, did you?"

David's grin widened. "Just being cautious. I put a drop in every drink he's got in that room. Just in case."

Newt's mouth fell open. "Every... David, you...!"

David shrugged, his new face twisting into a smug smile. "Better safe than sorry, right?"

Charlie burst out laughing, and even John cracked a grin. Newt shook his head, a reluctant smile forming under his mustache. "You're just like your grandmother. Stubborn and over-prepared."

"Runs in the family," David said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

The stage was set. Now, all that was left was to wait for the potion to take effect. If all went according to plan, they'd have their answers by morning.