"It is already done."
"How should I put it, perhaps this is also a kind of heroic act. If I hadn't come, someone else would have eventually come, what if it was other little wizards? They definitely couldn't endure these mosquitoes sucking their blood."
Ian used a Fiery Fire to burn a giant mosquito trying to ambush him, then started to pull up his boot soaked by humus, the sticky feeling on the sole was clearly due to the rain.
He truly disliked such a damp environment, even taking a few deep breaths could really make one dizzy with oxygen— one thing to say, science actually still exists in this world.
Excessively large creatures, whether they are ancient giant dragons or those ordinary dinosaurs, they need oxygen to survive, and the concentration of oxygen available isn't suitable for humans.
Too much oxygen can cause the creation of more reactive oxygen species in the body, these substances can damage cells and DNA, even a legendary wizard would slightly feel dizzy from too much oxygen.
However.
Dinosaurs.
Ancient giant dragons.
And those large fantastic beasts surely love such an environment.
The larger the creature, the higher the concentration of oxygen they require. A high-oxygen environment can support larger organisms because a more abundant oxygen supply can meet the higher metabolic needs of larger creatures. This is why some giant insects and other large organisms only appear in periods of high oxygen concentration.
Of course, in a high oxygen concentration environment, substances are more prone to combustion, which can lead to fires, and also lower the difficulty and increase the power of flame-type magic.
Regarding this point.
Ian felt it when he set fire to the mosquito earlier.
Science and magic wonderfully coexist.
"Who says magic isn't science, magic is actually a kind of science." Ian did not dwell on this problem; he knew the urgent matter was to figure out where he was and how to get out of here.
"I still need to find someone to communicate with, it's okay that I don't know their language, mental communication can override language." After weighing things up, Ian also once again used his flying cloak.
His figure quickly ascended into the sky.
Wind roared past.
The silhouette in the sky traced a smooth arc.
It looks cool, and indeed is cool, just that, the sky of this era is different from the sky of Ian's time, in this sky, there are still quite a few flying creatures— and suddenly, without any warning, a winged dragon swooped out from the clouds, its massive wings blocking the sunlight.
It opened its gaping mouth, aiming directly at Ian!
Clearly intending to treat Ian flying in the sky as some kind of gift of nature.
"Tsk, what a little greedy thing, didn't your mom teach you not to eat things you've never seen?" Ian waved his magic wand, and a light symbolizing the Severing Charm appeared.
In the next moment, the spell light burst forth from the tip of the magic wand, hitting the chest of the winged dragon, the entire giant beast exploded, turning into a rain of meat and bone fragments scattered about.
Constantly falling into the rolling clouds below.
"If I weren't already too famished, I would surely take a bite of dinosaur meat." Ian indeed grabbed quite a bit of winged dragon meat and put it into his "Other Dimension" wallet. He steadied himself and looked into the distance again, continuing to fly for a while before slowly lowering his height.
After all.
Staying above the clouds makes it hard to find any signs of human habitation, and because Ian descended quite a bit, he began to notice the scene below growing clearer.
In the dense primitive jungle, giant fern-like plants stood like giants, their trunks so thick that it would take a dozen people to embrace them. From the ground came low growls and roars, those were dinosaur sounds. Ian immediately recognized a few familiar species: Triceratops, Tyrannosaurus, Brachiosaurus... these were dinosaurs seen on TV.
Their appearance is mostly the same.
Only the color and skin differ from the scientists' reconstructions.
Besides.
More creatures are bizarre existences he had never seen before.
Some are like gigantic dandelions floating in the air, with countless tiny mouths hidden among the fluff; others have bat-like wings, giant beetles that emit a piercing squeal of metal friction when opening their elytra.
A transparent lizard-like creature darted through the forest, its body seemingly made of crystal, refracting colorful rays with each step; another giant loomed, resembling a fusion of whale and crocodile, swimming slowly in the swamp, its back having volcano-like vents constantly spraying out hot steam.
Their bodies all carry a magical aura.
Magical beasts?
Certainly not!
But those fantastic beasts that have disappeared in history!
"Interesting!"
Ian decided to temporarily land. If Newt came here, he might be ecstatic, Ian was astonished too, yet he didn't choose to hunt or tame them.
Not for respecting nature.
But rather.
"Who knows if I can bring anything back." Ian kept some roasted meat just intending to eat later, he wouldn't want to expend effort in vain doing a bunch of useless work.
The ancient giant dragon continuously refreshed behind the Bronze Gate was truly exhausting.
Ian didn't intend to take action.
But.
Those fantastic beasts sensed his presence, all looked over, then, started fleeing in panic, seemingly fearing a creature like Ian.
"Those black-robed wizards surely hunted fantastic beasts too." Ian believed it's just like a bear seeing a shotgun, fear must be etched deep in their genes affecting these fantastic beasts.
Of course.
There's always some that aren't fearful.
Right at this moment.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh~"
Very rustling sounds emerged in the newly grown forest. A dark shadow darted out from a tree hole. It was a giant python covered in glowing stripes.
Its forked tongue transformed into three lightning-like long whips.
This clearly is a fantastic beast.
Perhaps Voldemort or Tom would be thrilled seeing this type.
"You're a little greedy thing too."
Ian treats these fantastic beasts just like any other ordinary animals attacking him, he likes fantastic beasts, but not those unfriendly ones trying to harm him.
If you want to eat people.
Then you better be prepared to be eaten.
Ian flicked his magic wand.
Immediately.
The snake attempting to ambush, perhaps possessing decent magic resistance, was promptly split on the spot, neatly becoming chunks of squared snake meat.
As for the snake skin, it remained very intact.
Ian thought he could attempt to see if this snake skin can be brought back— evidently, he was using the magic taught by Grindelwald in a Defense Against the Dark Arts Class where centaurs were being taught.
Very adeptly.
The snake meat was directly started to stew on the spot by Ian, along with the earlier winged dragon meat squatting in a crucible, a few magic potions thrown in by Ian as seasoning for the stew.
"Right, seeing so many fantastic beasts, I haven't spotted any materials that produce magic potions... Is this due to some unknown reasons?"
Ian indeed carefully looked around, even feeling through the surroundings, but not only didn't he find familiar herbs, he didn't find any herbs with magical aura at all.
"Strange."
Ian, who was pondering, finished the snake and dragon meat stew.
Subsequently.
He flew into the sky again.
"It's truly different from history as I know it, might not be the Cretaceous period nor the Jurassic period, who knows what era this is— maybe countless eras have been blended into one?"
While contemplating.
The reason behind such thoughts.
Was completely due to an abrupt reflection in his eyes showing the silhouette of a floating city faraway.
It was a city forged from steel.
So utterly incongruous with this ancient looking filled with dinosaurs and giant dragons— unmixed within this prehistoric view, it silently floats in the horizon, as if it has always existed there. Huge metal towers crisscross, streets laid out orderly, architectural style is ancient yet mysterious.
Despite lacking evident runes and traces of modern technology, it defied gravity just hovering there, exuding an indescribable solemnity.
Clearly.
This is the place where those wizards gather.
Located in the sky.
No flying creatures dare to approach.
"Truly absurd."
Just as Ian was pondering whether to approach.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
Suddenly
A piercing alarm shattered the silence. He quickly raised his eyes, seeing a pale blue barrier rise at the city's edge, rippling like water and enclosing the whole city within.
"It's the Raven! Dammit! It's that damnable Raven!"
A voice echoed.
Initially alarmed.
Though only a clamoring noise in Ian's ears.