"You seem to really like Thestrals?"
Looking at the girl's gaze toward the Thestral, Evans asked softly.
There wasn't the same fear in her eyes as the other young wizards had. Instead, there was some delight.
"Don't you think they're very cute?" The girl's voice remained ethereal and dreamy. "Black wings, white eyes, flapping and flapping, very cute."
Hearing the girl's description, Evans was momentarily speechless.
Although he also liked those Thestrals, calling them "cute" was something he couldn't imagine anyone but Hagrid saying.
But... her description wasn't of the Thestral revealed by the flour.
Black body, pure white eyeballs. This was the Thestral's original appearance.
This meant the girl before him was a young witch who had faced death directly.
Facing death at this age meant either accidentally witnessing a crime scene or watching a relative die.
Evans's eyes took on a somewhat inexplicable quality, and his tone unconsciously softened.
"They are indeed very cute."
Honestly, if you set aside the Thestrals' terrifying appearance, their personalities really were quite adorable. Loyal, intelligent, never harming companions or doing anything to make companions unhappy. Truly like adorable big dogs.
Just the appearance was rather frightening.
Shaking his head and looking at the girl who remained crouched, continuing to observe the Thestral, Evans didn't disturb her further and returned to his position, beginning to think about how to imprint danger-sensing magic onto objects.
The class time quickly passed. After all the young wizards completed their observations and practice, Evans gave his homework assignment.
"Complete a two-foot essay about Thestrals. You may research anything you don't understand. Class dismissed."
Having said this, watching the young wizards leave in twos and threes, he patted the giant beast beside him.
After a full class, the flour on the Thestral had mostly been brushed off, but in his vision, this giant beast remained clearly visible.
"Remember to bring everyone to the hut for dinner tonight. I'll cook personally."
"Coo!"
The pure black giant beast made a bone-chilling sound, its bat-like enormous wings flapped, and in just moments it flew high into the sky.
Watching the Thestral gradually disappear, Evans prepared to return to his hut to prepare ingredients for tonight.
But just then, an ethereal voice called to him.
"Professor Kahn."
Turning to look, he saw Miss Lovegood, who had been observing the Thestral, somehow standing behind him, looking up at him with that same dazed expression.
"What's wrong?" Stopping and crouching down to be at eye level with Luna, Evans asked.
"I heard you know many magical creatures." Luna's eyes held some hope. "Do you have any Crumple-Horned Snorkacks? I'd like to meet them."
"Crumple-Horned Snorkacks?" A flash of confusion crossed Evans's face.
What the heck?
From the name, this should be a magical creature, but how could he be so unfamiliar with a magical creature's name?
After pondering for a moment, Evans shook his head. "I may not have heard of this creature."
"Could you describe what they look like?"
"They live in Sweden, have purple bodies, spiral-shaped horns and pig noses, um, like this." Luna gestured in the air, then looked at Evans again, her expression gradually becoming somewhat disappointed.
"You haven't seen them either?"
Listening to Luna's description, Evans searched his mind for a long time, but no matter how he thought, he had no impression related to such a creature.
He had read many books about magical creatures, but none had recorded similar beings.
"Sorry, I haven't seen them." Seeing the girl's disappointed, downcast head, Evans added: "However, if I have a chance to go to Sweden, I could try to help you search for this creature. Of course, I can't guarantee success."
Although he felt this creature was probably something the girl had heard about or imagined, if he really could find a new magical creature based on this information, that would be good too.
Hearing Evans's words, a somewhat ethereal but also cute smile appeared on Luna's face.
"Thank you, Professor Kahn!"
Evening, in front of the magical creatures hut.
Pure black giant beasts lined up neatly beside the hut, each with a huge iron basin in front of it, aromatic scents wafting in all directions.
In front of the giant beasts, steam rose from a huge cauldron, with a giant ladle stirring inside, occasionally scooping out portions of food to place in finished Thestrals' bowls.
Honestly, this self-stirring spoon was one of the greatest inventions in the wizarding world. Although it wasn't very useful for brewing potions, this thing was incredibly useful for stir-frying or stewing!
Just set the stirring frequency and replace the stirring rod with a ladle or wok spoon, and it could perfectly become a fully automatic cooking machine!
Looking contentedly at the fully automatic cooking machine he had trained not far away, Evans lowered his head to continue studying the pendant in his hands.
After trying many material choices, he finally decided to make the danger-sensing medium a pendant.
If using other mediums, he might not notice immediately when danger-sensing activated. But designed as a pendant, as long as it provided bright light or some other reminder when triggered, it could most quickly alert the pendant's owner.
Moreover, pendants could use special materials that could greatly reduce the difficulty of imprinting magic onto them.
Waving his wand lightly, Evans drew countless magical circuits in the air, eliminated some unnecessary circuits, and then tried imprinting them onto the pendant in his hand.
This pendant was made of sapphire. As one of the most common ritual gems, sapphires had the highest acceptance of magical power. But even so, imprinting magic inside still required some effort.
After nearly half an hour of attempts, Evans finally created a reasonably satisfactory piece.
Hanging the faintly glowing pendant around his neck, Evans walked farther away and directly cast a delayed Blasting Curse on the grass beneath his feet, then stood quietly in place.
When the Blasting Curse had five seconds left before detonation, the pendant at his chest suddenly flashed with blinding light, then dimmed slightly but continued glowing.
"Finite Incantatem."
Dispelling the Blasting Curse at his feet, Evans nodded slightly.
Although this item still had many shortcomings. For example, needing magical refilling every month or potentially shattering after warning two or three times. But it was sufficient for protecting familiar people.
Tomorrow he'd find an opportunity to give these things to the young wizards in his club.