Alright, rather than calling it blacklisting, it was more like a complete ban on Newt and his magical suitcase from stepping foot on their territory.
Only in places where some old friends resided, like France, Rome, Greece... would reluctantly allow him to stay, but still with time restrictions. No one would want a walking calamity on their land; Newt could always pull a bunch of surprises out of his little suitcase...
Or shocks.
After listening to Newt's explanation, William roughly understood what he meant, "So, you want me to take care of Lina?"
Hearing William's tone, the Ukrainian Ironbelly, who was initially dissatisfied with this name, nodded excitedly. It wanted to get closer to nuzzle William, but as William's thoughts shifted, his body was suddenly surrounded by a deep blue aura, countless complex Rune characters transformed into rings around it—
"Roar?"
Norbert blinked curiously, tilting its head and making a puzzled sound: Why didn't I get those effects when I shrunk? Is this biased treatment or what?
"Pfft—"
Lina's transformation process afterward couldn't match the flurry of special effects that preceded it, like a gas-filled balloon suddenly deflating; its body, originally over twenty meters long, began to shrink. Soon, a silver-gray "lizard," which didn't look much bigger than Norbert, flapped its wings and settled in William's palm.
"Roar!"
Lina wiggled excitedly in William's palm; Norbert also leaped from his shoulder, bouncing off the head of the Three-Headed Dog. The two little dragons nuzzled their noses in the crook of William's arm, and the previously tense atmosphere seemed to disperse with their reduced size. After a moment of contact, both dragons spread their wings and took to the air—
"Magic I've never seen before, when Hagrid told me about it, I was somewhat skeptical..."
Witnessing everything, Newt's eyes were filled with amazement and joy. Although he had seen the shrunk Argo with his own eyes, he always remained skeptical since Hagrid said that only William could perform this magic. Today, he finally saw the real "evidence."
As for William, he furrowed his brow, clutching his Magic Wand in his palm, turning it unconsciously, as he seemed to feel something just now—
Ancient Magic is inseparable from Ancient Runes, something William had realized long ago. The Stone Statue Guards created by the Guardians, the Talisman Stone bearing Ancient Magic with Rune Language, and the Ancient Magic and Rune patterns on the Room of Requirement's foundational stone—
The reason he could use the Room of Requirement as his own home was naturally because he had found the room's core a hundred years ago.
Just like the Olympus Divine Hall that he had just tucked into his pocket, hanging upside down atop Mitikas Peak.
William's fingers began to tremble instinctively, complex deep-blue Ancient Runes flashed before his eyes. He stood there dumbfounded, with no response to the two little dragons—who, ending their brief play, started nudging his cheek.
Not receiving a response, Newt also looked over, noticing William's odd state. He waited for a moment, seeing no movement from him. Hesitating, Newt pulled out his Magic Wand, and then not far from them, the once limitless leaden gray sea and clouds began to fold rapidly into a cube and vanish. After ensuring nothing could influence William around them, he tried leading the less-temperamental dragons and the Three-Headed Dog to another side—
"Come on now, let Grandpa give you a check-up—"
Newt rubbed his hands, looking full of vitality that had nothing in common with a ninety-year-old man.
...
...
"Buzz—"
The buzzing of clarity flashed in William's mind, and his stone-like form began trembling. William sighed slightly and bent down, patting his legs that were sore from standing for too long—human bodies were still somewhat weak; even wizards couldn't escape being carbon-based life forms…
Wait, William's face froze. Why was he thinking about this? No matter what, he couldn't turn into a Transformer...
Ahem, never mind, he thought he should still exercise a bit more when he goes back, maybe start with morning runs?
Wizards are, after all, too fragile. All kinds of strange magic might easily deal with Muggles, but if you aren't well-prepared, someone could just break your brain with a casual move from American Iaido... No, where did this thought come from again? He wasn't planning to provoke a war between wizards and Muggles.
Feeling his thoughts becoming dangerously veered, William closed his eyes and pressed against his temples. Occlumency activated in full force, a cool sensation filled his mind. Then, William opened his eyes, slightly spreading his palm, mysterious blue Runes started to shoot rapidly into the surroundings—
Originally, the ocean beside him was put away by Newt, so now it was pitch black here, that type of darkness where nothing seemed to exist.
William stood in the dark, the Runes from his palm shooting one by one and vanishing into the black sky, though everything around appeared unchanged—not. The next moment, the air beside William suddenly distorted, and Newt appeared somewhat wobbly at his side—
"What is this?" Newt asked with some confusion.