"Mr. Scamander, you're far too kind." Vizet gave a shy smile. "I still have so much to learn."
"If there's anything worthwhile in my thoughts, it's entirely thanks to the inspiration you and Luna gave me. You helped me understand that I can't look at magical creatures one-sidedly."
Newt Scamander tilted his head curiously. "One-sidedly?"
Vizet nodded earnestly. "I'm a little more interested in Potions, so my thinking has its limits."
"I'm used to seeing magical creatures and Magical Plants directly as various materials, just like those Glass Jars that store magical ingredients, labeled Fire Dragon liver, Mandrake roots..."
"I usually only care what it's used for, what its magical properties are—in other words, 'what it is,' and 'what it can be used to do.'"
"But just now, you used Fenrir's diet to infer its possible way of life, its potential habits... That made me realize that many things are actually the same."
"Magical creatures, Magical Plants, and the environment together form nature. It was with your and Luna's help that I came to understand this 'inside-out' perspective more clearly."
Without realizing it, he took out his notebook and began speaking while quickly jotting things down in it.
When Newt Scamander saw this, he remembered the time he had met Vizet on Midgard Island.
Vizet had been the same back then as he was now, always liking to record his thoughts in his notebook at any moment. That had never changed.
As Vizet wrote, his eyes lit up as well. "Hatching a Fire Dragon egg is the same. You can't simply see it as the simple act of 'heating a Fire Dragon egg.'"
"I started trying to imagine it this way... A mother Norwegian Ridgeback, when she was about to give birth, what sort of home would she build for