The reason why Xifa was stunned on the spot was because he saw an unexpected scene.
Newt is still Newt, a black panther that big suddenly disappears in the vast grassland...it doesn't matter.
It didn't even matter if Newt raised both hands and moved his palms up and down like he was holding a basketball.
But there wasn't anything between Newt's hands now.
Because of the battle, Xifa activated the Dragon Eyes, and the hairs on the back of Newt's hands in the distance could be clearly seen as long as he concentrated.
From his current perspective, what he saw was an extremely bad picture.
Newt's left hand was raised, his fingers spread out, and inserted deeply into the hair of a boy with charcoal-black skin.
The right hand was slightly half-clasped, trembling slightly but firmly and rhythmically tickling the boy's chin.
The boy, on the other hand, closed his eyes and showed a terrible expression.
The mouth was wide open with the tongue hanging out, revealing teeth that glowed white in contrast.
Hearing Xifa's cry, Newt shuddered visibly.
When he came to his senses, he quickly retracted his hands.
And the boy suddenly lost the feeling of comforting touch.
When he opened his eyes in confusion, he seemed to notice that he had returned to his wizard form.
He lowered his head silently in shame and anger. Fortunately, his skin color was currently the strongest mask he had to hide himself, making it impossible to see the dilated capillaries under his skin.
"Senior? Are you... checking his injuries?"
When he came forward, Xifa discovered that in the blind spot of his sight, there was a dark bruise on the boy's half of his face.
It reminds me of the scene where I saw the black panther accidentally being slapped in the face by a whip from the head of a snake and was knocked away.
Xifa suddenly understood that the boy in front of him was the black panther just now.
Very advanced Animagus level.
Xifa glanced at the boy's empty hands calmly.
"Ah! That's right. Although I'm more of a veterinarian, I can still handle general trauma."
Newt's tone was a little stiff. He was originally able to get along with Xifa calmly, but he turned back to being submissive when meeting outsiders. He buried his head deeply, wishing that he could completely cover the upper half of his face with thick bangs.
"Thank you for your help. My name is Thea Solo. You can just call me Thea!"
Newt's mentality adjustment is not as quick as that of a child.
Just when Xifa was exchanging a few words with Newt.
The boy had suppressed his shame and saw that Xifa had come up with a feasible excuse.
He seized the opportunity and set the tone for what had happened before.
"Hello, Zoro..."
"My benefactor, just call me Thea!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the boy interrupted Xifa's politeness with a neutral voice.
Xifa was startled and took a closer look at the generous boy in front of him.
There is a wild nature in him, and he should not be a child who trusts others easily.
But his shining eyes were full of sincerity.
It reminds me of Newt’s bad posture with the boy before.
Xifa suddenly understood.
Newt has the gift of being able to relate to magical creatures.
The boy was in black panther form, was ravaged by Newt, and deeply felt Newt's kindness.
He chose to trust his instincts and be honest with himself and Newt.
"Okay, my name is Sypha Corwin, and this is my senior, Newt Scamander."
...
After some pleasantries, Thea Solo decided to take Xifa and Newt to visit his tribe.
Originally, Xifa had no intention of going, but during the conversation, Thea Solo revealed to the two of them that his tribe was one of the tribes with the longest history.
Newt also took the opportunity to interject and ask if Thea Solo's ancestors had sacrificed to dragons.
This question made the boy tense up for a moment. After a moment of hesitation, he still believed that Newt and the other two would not cause harm to him and the tribe, so he nodded and admitted.
"Relevant records require the consent of the elders or chiefs before I can tell you, so... I'm sorry!"
The boy showed his bright white teeth and smiled heartily at the two of them.
Hearing this, Xifa and Newt looked at each other, shrugged in unison, and decided to go to Thea Solo's tribe.
Although time and space are chaotic in the Great Rift Valley of East Africa, projections of disappearing secret realms are revealed from time to time.
But the two of them were completely unsure of seizing this fleeting opportunity and entering the secret realm intact.
If you can find a secret passage, you can get part of the information in the secret realm.
The risk of this trip will be greatly reduced!
It may be that West and France are wizards from the famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or it may be that they are harmless in appearance. Of course, the most likely reason is Newt's unparalleled affinity.
Especially for these simple tribe members who pray devoutly to magical animal totems every day.
They believe in their own instincts, believe in their own beliefs and give themselves feedback from their friends.
Moreover, these two foreigners are also the saviors of their own saint. This reason is something Xifa has never considered so far...
In this case.
Xifa and Newt went from the entrance of the tribe to the chief's tent, and then visited the elders one after another, after obtaining the consent of all the leaders.
As an exception, they were able to visit the tribe's high priest as outsiders.
In the deepest part of the tribe, there is a tent supported by pure animal skins.
Compared with the surrounding houses with wooden or earthen walls and a layer of thatch, it looks particularly gorgeous and noble.
Thea Solo speaks English, and it's clear that this tribe is not insular.
It's just that their ancestors have lived here for generations, especially the high priest, and they don't like novel things very much.
So their houses retain the most traditional appearance.
But inside the house, it benefited from the spread of the Traceless Expansion Spell and the impact of new culture.
In the chief's house, Sifer and Newt sat on the spring sofa and drank a tall glass of milk wine.
...
It is completely different from the specious modern life that the tribesmen learned.
Walking into the high priest's tent, except for an oil lamp and a black blanket spread on the ground, there was no other furniture in the entire tent.
The chief led Xifa and the two men to the old woman, who had a hunched body and turned her back to everyone.
After the chief knelt down heavily on the blanket, there was no movement around him for a long time.
He couldn't help but look back.
He saw Newt and Xifer wrinkling their noses and staring at him with embarrassed expressions.
Seeing that the chief was focusing on the two of them, they quickly made signs to express that they did not like to kneel down.
"Zoron...there is no need to embarrass the distinguished guest who saves the saint of our tribe."
"You two guests who have come from afar, please sit down as you please. The rules of our tribe do not apply to you..."
Xifa and Newt looked at each other again. After some eye contact, the two of them confirmed what they were thinking, then turned their necks and asked in unison.