Knock knock knock—
Hearing that somewhat familiar rap at the door, Newt set down his coffee and hurried over with quick steps.
He couldn't help but feel a spark of anticipation. Could it be that junior named Lucien sending another letter? And delivered by that magical messenger, no less.
Truth be told, ever since that creature calling itself Luster had left last time, Newt had been kicking himself a bit.
It was the first time he'd laid eyes on a magical creature like that—totally unknown, something he'd never come across before.
But because it communicated so much like a human, Newt hadn't taken the time to really chat with Luster or observe its features properly.
Instead, it was his wife Tina who'd ended up talking to it quite a bit.
That left Newt feeling a little lost, and he'd spent the next few days itching with curiosity.
He swung the door open.
There, in the morning light, stood Luster , looking otherworldly. Unlike the nighttime visit before, the early sun made its body shimmer with a beautiful golden glow.
Newt's eyes lit up with obvious delight.
"Good morning, Mr. Newt."
"Oh, oh, good morning, Luster . You, uh, come on in."
Luster followed Newt inside with practiced ease.
"Is it a letter from Lucien?"
Luster nodded, summoning a auspicious cloud to lift a small satchel right up to Newt.
"Mr. Newt, everything my master asked me to deliver is in the bag."
Things? Plural?
Looks like it wasn't just a letter. Newt picked up the satchel and immediately spotted the Undetectable Extension Charm etched on it.
He drew his wand and directed the contents to float out one by one.
First came a small cedar vial, which Newt caught on instinct.
Then an envelope, landing neatly in his hand.
But that wasn't the end—a stack of papers covered in handwriting started pouring out of the bag's mouth.
Newt guided them to the desk, where they piled up to about a foot high before he started thinking something was off. He hadn't quite figured out what this junior had sent him.
But the papers kept fluttering out like snowflakes, seemingly endless from that little bag.
Only when nothing else emerged did Newt eye the towering stack that nearly brushed the ceiling.
Even on the desk, wasn't the sheer volume a bit over the top?
Newt glanced at the vial and envelope in his hand, deciding to read the letter first. He set the vial aside on the table.
"Uh, Luster , why don't you find a spot to sit while I take a look..."
Before he could finish, Newt realized he'd instinctively treated it like a person. How was a creature that size supposed to "sit"?
"Sure, thank you."
The next second, Newt watched as Luster shrank down to the size of a house cat, then hopped onto a pale yellow cloud and lounged back elegantly.
The sight made Newt forget all about the letter for a moment.
"Shrinking and growing—like a Runespoor? Or something similar?"
"Those clouds that can support weight—can you use them to fly? As a messenger, you must be able to fly, right?"
"Yes, I can fly."
Luster ethereal voice echoed directly in Newt's mind, which left him a tad embarrassed.
It was like muttering to himself and suddenly getting a reply from thin air.
Newt didn't respond, but Luster remembered his master's instructions: chat a bit with Mr. Newt if it felt right.
"Mr. Newt, I can indeed change my size. But what's a Runespoor? Is that a magical creature? My master hasn't covered those yet."
"Yeah, it's a magical creature that alters its body size based on the space around it. And Lucien teaches you about this stuff?"
"Yep, he just started a few days ago. Said it'd help me recognize them later on."
Newt wasn't sure how to follow that up—a human wizard teaching a magical creature about other magical creatures?
Newt sidestepped the topic out of habit and turned to the letter in his hand.
He read how Lucien had already crafted an Undetectable Extension container that could hold living things, and Newt nodded approvingly.
He hadn't expected the kid to progress so quickly. Looked like he had real talent in Charms and Alchemy, with a solid grasp of the theory too.
As for the elements needed to grow plants in there?
Newt knew how to handle that, and it didn't touch on any family secrets, so he could share it no problem.
He was just curious—was this junior a Hufflepuff, by any chance?
Wanting to farm inside an Undetectable Extension space? That screamed little badger to him.
Newt had forgotten to ask in his last reply, so he still didn't know which house Lucien was in.
He kept reading, and saw Lucien mention enclosing some notes from his everyday observations of magical creatures. Maybe not a ton...
Not a ton?
Newt glanced at the looming stack on the desk, his expression turning a bit odd.
He scanned back through the letter, wondering if there was more than just the creature logs to explain the mountain of paper.
But even after finishing, there was no mention of anything else.
Remembering the eager, seeking tone in Lucien's words, Newt figured he couldn't let down a kid's passion and curiosity for magical creatures.
He summoned the top few sheets from the pile, took a sip of coffee, and started reading.
Mooncalf...
Newt skimmed quickly—not out of dismissiveness, but because he knew these creatures inside out. One glance told him if there were issues.
He kept pulling more sheets until he'd gone through all the Mooncalf notes.
Overall, no big problems. Newt pulled out a blank sheet and jotted down a few corrections on the Mooncalf info.
Next up: Puffskein? No, wait—Glumbumble? Actually, it was the Diricawl notes.
But this time, as he read, Newt sensed something off.
Compared to the Mooncalf entry, this Diricawl record felt more detailed, more vivid.
Like the observer had gotten up close and personal with an active Diricawl.
Certain details would've been impossible to spot from afar.
He breezed through the rest and noted corrections on his paper, but there were fewer this time.
Then came the Puffskein.
Another set of lively, precise notes—Newt nodded to himself.
"Like the Diricawl, these are approachable ones. Pretty docile magical creatures."
"Lucien's probably a Hufflepuff kid. He's got a knack for getting close to animals—or maybe just natural talent."
After scribbling the fixes, Newt summoned the next batch.
He lifted his coffee for a sip, his eyes flicking to the top of the new sheet.
Acromantula...
Cough cough cough...
Newt set the cup down hard, choking and sputtering.
What in the world had that kid been observing in his spare time?
Why on earth did it include an XXX-ranked Acromantula?
Newt waved his wand, pulling over every last bit of Acromantula material.
The towering stack on the desk shrank by more than a third in an instant.
Newt's eyelid twitched uncontrollably.
As he flipped through the pages, his reading speed slowed to a crawl.
No helping it—the Acromantula records were insanely detailed!
They covered every age group, from newborns to juveniles, adolescents, adults, and even the elderly...
It went beyond ages, too—separated by male and female, with dedicated sections for each.
"Where on earth did Lucien find this many Acromantulas?"
Newt couldn't wrap his head around how a Hogwarts student could even get near a colony that massive.
And proximity wasn't enough—these things were ridiculously dangerous. Surviving long enough to log all this was a feat in itself.
"To catch all these details, how much time did Lucien spend? What kind of risks did he take...?"
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