Newt Scamander

Amosta stopped what he was doing and shifted his gaze from the three Nifflers that had appeared in the enclosure to the wizard who had Apparated nearby.

From the newcomer's completely white short hair and beard, as well as the deep wrinkles lining his forehead and cheeks, it was clear that this elderly wizard, dressed in a dark gray trench coat over a waistcoat, was already quite old. But like Dumbledore, he looked full of vigor. Moreover, judging by how he had effortlessly dropped from several feet above the ground without so much as swaying after appearing, he was still remarkably agile.

Then their eyes met. Like Dumbledore, this old wizard's eyes did not carry the weariness one might expect of someone his age, but rather clarity and calm.

"Please stop provoking this poor little fellow, Mr. Breen,"

the old wizard said as he looked at Amosta in midair.

"Unless I've mistaken you for someone else. Oh, but I haven't made that kind of mistake in many years."

"Why?"

Amosta asked calmly.

"This Venomous Tentacula caused quite a commotion tonight. In my view, the sensible thing would be to confine it more securely."

"Unless you intend to kill it, you won't succeed,"

the old wizard said, his white brows twitching.

"It's very proud. It's almost impossible to teach it to submit to violence."

Amosta's expression shifted slightly as he looked at the Venomous Tentacula charging wildly about inside the enclosure.

Just as Newt Scamander had said, even trapped in confinement, the Venomous Tentacula had never given up trying to break out. It desperately rammed the massive wooden trunks forming the enclosure, but those trunks, reinforced with magic, were utterly unshakable. No matter how it charged, it could not move them in the slightest, while the net of fire overhead was