When they walked into the suitcase, everyone was disappointed: it was not a fantasy world in the box, but an ordinary-looking workshop. A group of students squeezed in, making it almost impossible to stay. Justin was left at the end.
·Fenrili even had to lean on the ladder leading to the outside world.
Tom looked around the space inside the box and found that there was a wooden table around the wall. The table was filled with various books, parchment, random sundries, and several pots of unnamed green plants.
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Newt huddled in the corner of the room, waiting for all the students to come in, and was about to say something. Suddenly, several students nearby let out a cry of surprise, and something strange flew over their heads. It was a long blue thing.
A strange creature with green wings that looks like a bat.
Judging from its color, it is most likely poisonous.
The students were staggering around in a mess to avoid the strange creature, but Newt reached out and caught it. He also picked up a glass test tube, pointed the strange creature at the test tube, and gently
Squeeze it and let it spurt out several streams of bright blue steaming liquid.
After releasing the body fluids, the little monster seemed to have exhausted its energy. It balled up into a ball, turned over the skin on its body, formed a sac, and wrapped itself in the sac.
"Wing-Winged Devil - this is the name of the locals, it is a dark magical creature," Newt sealed the test tube, and then began to introduce the little animals in his hands to the little wizards.
"The name is not very friendly. Be careful when catching it. This little guy is quite flexible. Their venom can remove bad memories after being properly diluted." Newt waved his hand, and the curled-winged demon was like a
It hung like a yo-yo in his hand, motionless.
He turned his back, pretending to be looking for something while talking, and then suddenly waved his hand, and a green monster came out of his hand and screamed loudly at the little wizards.
This scared many little wizards in the front row. Because they were so close, they could even see clearly the cactus-like spikes on the monster's back. Many little wizards simply lay back and fell on top of other wizards.
, the formation that was not easy to recover became messy again.
Newt took it back and showed a mischievous smile as if he had succeeded in a prank. This little trick of his had always worked. At this moment, he was like a naughty boy showing off his toy to his companions.
"Perhaps we shouldn't let it fly around here." When he stuffed the Curling-winged Demon into his pocket, he was stunned. He remembered that he had said the same thing the last time he used the Curling-winged Demon to scare people here,
That person had the same reaction as these kids...
How many years have passed? 60 years, or 70 years?
He seemed to have lost count. However, Newt quickly adjusted his emotions and acted like a normal person. He picked up an iron can filled with raw meat and opened a wooden door in the studio. The moment the wooden door opened,
, thousands of sounds came from behind the door, and Newt opened it as if it were any door connecting Hogwarts and the Amazon rainforest.
"Come here." He motioned to the students to come over and see his "friends".
The students were all attracted by the sound, and without Newt's words, they unconsciously moved towards the door. They walked into the door one after another, but those who didn't go in never made a sound again.
The first time Tom walked in, he set his sights on a wilderness - yes, there was a plain several miles wide in the box! The plain was sparsely erected with a few stone pillars. These stone pillars did not make the plain feel crowded.
On the contrary, it became even more empty. The sky over the plain was covered with dark clouds, a thunder streaked across, and torrential rain fell. But even though there was only a thin line between them, not a drop of rain fell where Newt and the little wizards were.
Newt stood in front of a big stone, silent.
There was a very beautiful golden feather on the stone. Just by looking at it, Tom felt as if electricity was flowing through his body. He got goosebumps all over his body and his hair became fluffy. This was not an illusion, but the feather really made the air flow.
A large amount of static electricity is generated.
"Frank," Newt read out a name, "this place once belonged to Frank, a thunderbird. He was also the most powerful magical animal in the wizarding world."
He looked at the students whose hair had become shaggy and explained to them the habits of the ptarmigan.
"...Native to Arizona in southwestern North America, they are closely related to phoenixes. They can create storms when flying and are highly sensitive to danger. Of course, just like humans, different thunderbirds have different
Personality, such as Frank who once lived here, is a little sensitive to strangers. If it was still there, I wouldn't dare to bring you here, God knows what it will do when it goes crazy."
"I rescued Frank - he was illegally trafficked to Egypt and was chained all over - it was really a legendary experience and it took a lot of effort, but I couldn't just leave him alone.
When I saw it, I decided to take it home. Its hometown, the wilderness of Arizona... For it, I went to the United States, where I encountered many things..."
Newt became talkative. At this time, an electric spark appeared on the feathers of the Thunderbird, which woke him up from the memories of the past. He found that the eyes of the young wizards in the audience had sparks, looking forward to Senior Newt continuing.
Tell his story.
But when he thought about that adventure, Newt felt a little dizzy and couldn't help but stop talking quickly, "Okay, let's not delay here anymore, we still have a lot of animals to--"
"So Professor, how is that Thunderbird?" Hermione raised her hand and asked loudly.
A look of happiness flashed across Newt's face: "It finally flew back to Arizona, and it is estimated that it will have several children now - if Frank can find a spouse."
He stepped down from the small platform where he was standing.
"Oh, be careful!" He pulled Hannah Able aside to make way for a large dung beetle pushing a ball of dung so that her robe would not be stained with dung. The beetle with long arms pushed
A giant dung ball half as tall as a man roamed freely, and no one dared to stand in front of it.
"Also, be careful with the foxes, don't let them bite you." Newt waved his hand and drove away the group of foxes. "Being bitten by them is not a big problem, but it is definitely not a happy experience."
Newt created several terrains and climates inside his box. Opposite the wasteland was a deep jungle. He plunged into it, leaned out and called the students over.