Inside Newt's suitcase world.
The Nundu advanced with elegant steps, its massive body showing no trace of clumsiness as it moved in complete silence.
As the Nundu approached, Lucien maintained the highest level of vigilance.
This was an XXXXX-class magical beast, likely the most dangerous magical creature in the world.
Its breath alone could cause fatal diseases, easily capable of wiping out an entire village.
It would take a hundred elite wizards working together to subdue the Nundu before them.
Although Lumen did not sense any malice from the Nundu, he still edged closer to Lucien and Newt, ready to teleport away instantly if anything went wrong.
However, the Nundu did not actually draw any closer, maintaining a certain distance instead.
At the same time, it stopped the contraction of the air sacs around its neck, ensuring that the venom within its body would not be released.
"Human, you smell so good."
A strange voice suddenly appeared in Lucien's consciousness.
He immediately understood that it was the Nundu before him communicating.
Thanks to the unicorn's blessing, he could now communicate directly with animals.
However, the Nundu's words were still somewhat strange. He smelled good?
Hmm. Lucien recalled that this type of magical creature's diet included… toxins.
Lucien took a small bottle from his pocket. Inside was a potion, a highly poisonous one.
He opened the stopper and gave the bottle a light shake.
"Are you talking about this?"
"Yes, but there are other scents."
Lucien immediately understood. The Nundu's diet included various poisons, so it must have detected the toxins on his person.
In other words, it smelled food.
Lucien then took out several more bottles and jars, opened them, and let the Nundu sniff them.
"Mmm. Those are the scents."
"Human, can you give me these things to eat? I'll give you something good in return."
Lucien raised an eyebrow. This magical leopard was quite direct, saying exactly what it was thinking.
Since they were all potions he had brewed himself, Lucien tossed them to the Nundu one by one.
The leopard caught them effortlessly, swallowing the poisons and spitting out the empty containers.
Watching Lucien calmly feed the Nundu, Newt nodded to himself and relaxed his guard slightly.
He had not expected Lucien, at such a young age, to remain so composed and show no excessive reaction when first facing an extremely dangerous creature like a Nundu.
To interact with such magical beasts, one needed a sufficiently calm mind.
Animals were often highly sensitive, and if a wizard displayed improper behavior first, it could easily trigger a defensive reaction from the magical creature.
Lucien's timely production of the poison also demonstrated his understanding of the Nundu and his quick response.
Newt was certain that Lucien must have communicated with the Nundu just now.
The beast speech granted by the unicorn's blessing allowed Lucien to communicate directly with animals.
In interactions with magical beasts, there was no ability more practical than this.
After Lucien finished feeding all the poison, the Nundu licked its lips, clearly wanting more.
It paced in a few elegant circles across the grass, then squatted down and produced a… purplish-brown… barbed pile of feces.
"Human, I've given you the good stuff. Take it quickly."
"..." Lucien fell silent, forcing himself not to look at the "good stuff" again, keeping his gaze fixed on the Nundu.
The black whirlpools in his eyes continued to spin as one hand gripped the small stone slate in his pocket.
The stone slate's once smooth surface now displayed a vivid image of a leopard, identical to the Nundu.
Within it ran intricate lines, flickering with a magical glow as they were continuously traced, nearly complete.
After a few seconds, Lucien felt a faint vibration from the magical circuit rubbing in his hand.
He let out a soft breath and blinked.
Alright, the Nundu's magical circuit recording is complete.
That alone made today's visit to Newt's suitcase worthwhile.
After all, Nundus were both dangerous and rare magical creatures, difficult to encounter under normal circumstances, let alone observe at such close range.
The magical circuit rubbing could record magical circuits in two ways.
The first was to directly touch the target with the stone slate and maintain contact for five seconds.
The second was for Lucien to hold the rubbing himself and observe the target's magical circuit with his Eye of Peering Magic until the recording was complete.
The duration of the second method varied depending on the complexity of the magical circuit.
Simple ones took three to five seconds, while complex ones could take several minutes.
For example, the Nundu belonged to the complex category, but Lucien found it inconvenient to touch such a dangerous creature with innate area-of-effect poison at close range, so he simply chose the second method.
Seeing Lucien remain silent for so long, the Nundu's puzzled voice echoed in his mind.
"Human, don't you want it?"
"But the person next to you, the one who keeps feeding me things, always secretly collects the droppings I bury. I thought you all liked them very much."
"......" Lucien's silence only grew heavier.
In truth, Nundu droppings were indeed extremely valuable.
Although it fed on poisons, the waste excreted by a Nundu was one of the finest raw materials for antidotes.
So it was only natural for Newt to collect them.
However, from the Nundu's perspective, or rather, from the perspective of magical beasts, this behavior amounted to someone "stealing" their droppings.
Lucien suddenly felt that being able to communicate directly with magical beasts was like opening an entirely new door.
It was genuinely fascinating.
Leaving the Nundu's territory, Newt continued the tour with Lucien and Lumen.
Along the way, Lucien personally experienced the marvel of Newt's suitcase.
For instance, something as simple as a curtain or partition could separate two entirely different spaces, with their vastly different environments never interfering with each other.
This was the unrevealed secret of the Scamander family.
It was indeed extremely powerful and convenient.
Following Newt, Lucien saw many magical creatures: Kelpies, Bowtruckles, Occamies, Demiguises, Horned Serpents…
This small world contained almost every kind of magical creature.
Most of them could not be found in the Forbidden Forest.
Lucien greatly broadened his knowledge and also significantly expanded the records in his magical circuit rubbing.
Phew. With so many additional samples, he had taken another solid step forward on the path of transforming into magical creatures.
Rumble~~!
Thunder rolled across the sky in an instant.
Lucien looked up to see a massive golden bird appearing and vanishing amid the dark clouds.
"Is that a Thunderbird?"
Newt nodded.
"Mmm. An injured Thunderbird. Once I've healed its wounds, I'll send it back to Arizona in North America."
"By the way, it should be summer holiday by then, Lucien. Interested in coming along?"
Lucien had no objection to Newt's invitation.
Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles.
Seeing and experiencing more was also an important way to gain knowledge.
Suddenly, Lucien instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
He subconsciously reached into his pocket, feeling for the magical circuit rubbing.
This time, instead of the hard, cold touch of the stone slate, he felt something fluffy and warm.
Lucien gently grasped it and pulled it out of his pocket.
Looking at the furry, long-snouted little creature in his hand...
"Niffler?"
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