Newt's Request

Creak, creak, creak—

As sharp teeth ground against each other, pale bone fragments mixed with crimson blood streamed from the savage short snout, dripping down its long neck onto the pearlescent, multicolored scales covering its chest. A nauseating stench of blood filled the air.

As fresh, delicious food continued to enter its belly, the killing intent in the feast-goer's pupil-less, chillingly white eyes gradually faded, becoming calm and gentle.

Its fifty-foot wings, covered in white fascia, slowly folded back against either side of its spine, which was lined with slender white barbs.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The massive Dragon's claws dug into the pyramidal mountain peak. Crushed rock rained down in a shower, quickly burying the traces of the slaughter.

The Antipodean Opaleye climbed onto the rocky summit, stretched its neck, and let out a long cry like a seagull's, only much deeper. Full and satisfied, it slowly crouched down, curled its thick tail around itself, spat several vivid red flames from its short snout, and finally drifted off to sleep.

Not far away, a group of magical creature experts hidden behind the Magical Barrier witnessed this scene and applauded in celebration.

This Antipodean Opaleye had been introduced from the Australian Dragon Nature Reserve to the New York Magical Creature Nature Reserve before christmas last year, with the approval of the Ministry of Magic Congress. Its arrival filled the gap left by the absence of wild Dragons in the United States. It provided research material for magical creature conservation experts, and the public could also visit it by appointment. Its significance was immense.

"Remember what I said—"

After the magical creature experts calmed down, their admiring gazes turned in unison toward the elderly wizard behind them. Yet the man receiving their reverence showed neither delight nor pride.

Newt cast a slightly