Kraken

Veratia raised an eyebrow and Cass, "Don't worry, most of the animals that Newt takes care of probably prefer Winky things or the smell of food. However, I've heard that the Kraken is very sensitive to certain frequencies of magical fluctuations, so perhaps your very presence is a kind of soothing agent."

Cassandra gave a soft hum, neither confirming nor denying. She walked to the port key activator in the center of the room, which was slowly rotating and emitting a faint Blue Light.

"So, shall we continue our discussion on the social etiquette of Magical Creatures here, or shall we set off?"

Harry suppressed a laugh and stood between the two.

"Newt has confirmed the coordinates of the port key; it's at a hidden anchorage on the Northern Norwegian Coast. It might be a bit bumpy." He held out his hand.

Veratia swiftly grasped Harry's wrist, while Cassandra hesitated slightly before placing her fingers on Harry's other forearm in a distanced yet firm manner, creating a brief connection between the three.

Harry lightly touched the center of the activator with his wand, and a pulling sensation, as if being pulled sharply from behind his navel, came through him, filling his vision with swirling colors and the sound of whistling wind.

A few seconds later, they felt a jolt beneath their feet and landed on solid ground.

A cold, salty, damp, and Life Force sea breeze swept over Harry instantly, invigorating him.

The roar of waves crashing against the rocks filled my ears, along with the faint, mournful cry of a whale in the distance.

They stood on a pebble beach beneath steep, black cliffs, with the vast North Sea stretching out before them.

The sky is the color typical of a Nordic summer, with sunlight filtering through the clouds and casting shimmering light on the waves.

Not far away, a familiar figure was bending over and making a note of something on a wet rock. Standing next to him was a Lady with a gentle smile; it was Newt and his wife Tina.

Newt turned around when he heard the noise, adjusted his glasses, and immediately broke into a warm, even slightly shy, smile.

"Harry! Oh, and Ms. Grindelwald, Miss Malfoy! Welcome, welcome! It's windy here, we need to hurry, the tide is coming in, and the lady (he had obviously given the Kraken a name) seems to be in a good mood today and is willing to stay in the Shallow Bay a little longer—provided we don't frighten her."

"Of course, we'll keep quiet," Harry replied with a smile, while he could feel Veratia and Cassandra looking at him curiously.

Newt began to lead them briskly along the pebble beach toward a Shallow Bay partially surrounded by huge rocks, while Tina walked alongside Veratia and Cassandra, quietly introducing the Magical Creatures and tidal patterns common in the area.

The sea breeze was strong, making people's robes flutter loudly.

Just as they approached the Shallow Bay and could vaguely see a huge shadow slowly swimming underwater through the clear, cold water, another excited voice came from Fang Yi.

"Newt! Tina! Oh—it seems everyone's already here!"

Everyone turned around and saw a figure gracefully leap down from the reef and land steadily on the damp sand.

It was Pabbie. Today she was wearing a wild outfit that mixed Hufflepuff yellow and leather brown. Her dark brown hair was braided into a thick braid and swung behind her. Her cheeks were flushed from the sea breeze, and her hazelnut eyes were bright and full of energy.

She had several small leather bags and strange tools hanging from her waist, and her smile was as bright as the sunlight occasionally breaking through the clouds over the North Sea.

So cute, but brainless.

"Pabbie!" Newt greeted her happily, "You've arrived just in time; the lady is being very kind today."

Pabbie skipped over, first flashing a big smile at Newt and Tina, then fixing her gaze on Harry with an even brighter light in her eyes.

But instead of rushing over immediately, she first gave Veratia and Cassandra a big hug each.

"I really didn't expect you two to come together. Welcome! It seems like it's been a long time since we've all gotten together like this."

Then she ran to Harry and took his hands in hers.

Harry could feel Veratia on his left and Cassandra on his right looking at him at the same time, but he remained calm, shook Pabbie's hand in return, and explained with a smile.

"I promised you I'd come to see the lady, and of course I will. Besides, Norway summer is definitely worth visiting."

He paused, then added naturally, "Veratia and Cass are also very interested in Mr. Scamander's protected area."

Pabbie seemed to suddenly realize the situation, stuck out his tongue, and let go of Harry's hand, but still stood very close to him.

"That's wonderful! Lady recently shed her old shell, and her new skin has a rainbow-like sheen in the sunlight—it's so beautiful! And her temperament has improved a lot too; I even touched the tips of her tentacles last time!"

She began to share excitedly, completely immersed in her passion for Magical Creatures.

Tina smiled gently and smoothed things over, guiding everyone to continue quietly approaching the water's edge.

Newt had taken out a conch-shaped instrument, placed it to his lips, and blew out low, melodious notes, trying to communicate with the enormous shadow underwater.

"She's still as energetic as ever," Veratia whispered meaningfully in Harry's ear.

"You don't like it?" Harry glanced at her.

Veratia raised an eyebrow and said softly, "If it weren't for her personality, she probably would have gone mad in the Forbidden Forest long ago."

Harry paused for a moment, realizing that Veratia's words made a lot of sense.

"Watch out!" Pabbie around to warn, "She's about to come out!"

As Newt's Conch Instrument emitted a long, low hum, the shadows beneath the water's surface were gradually drawn to the sound, becoming clearer and slowly rising upwards.

Everyone held their breath, even the usually lively Pabbie quieted down, staring intently at the water with extreme excitement on his face.

Veratia squinted slightly, staring at the huge shadow; Cassandra straightened her back, one hand unconsciously reaching into the pocket of her robe, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

But her gaze was also drawn to the gradually appearing enormous object, her eyes filled with admiration.

The first things to emerge from the water were several thick tentacles, as thick as tree trunks, covered with a slippery, shimmering, iridescent skin.

They swayed gently, stirring the seawater and bringing with them an even stronger, salty smell from the deep sea.

Then, the outline of a head, as large as a Islet, slowly rose up, and seawater cascaded down its body like a waterfall.

A pair of eyes, each the size of a lantern, peered towards the shore through the iridescent surface.

It wasn't the ferocious look of a wild beast; it actually seemed quite intelligent.

"This is Lady," Newt said in a low, emotional voice, "She's at least three hundred years old, one of the last known Pure-blood Kraken in this sea."

Pabbie a soft "wow" and couldn't help but take a small step forward, only to be gently pulled back by Tina with a smile.

"She's observing us," Veratia analyzed softly. "She's not just looking, she's sensing our presence."

Cass, what do you think?

Cassandra paused for two seconds before answering softly.

"Perhaps she's sensing our magic field. Everyone's Magic Fluctuation are different, and perhaps she's distinguishing us by the differences in our magic fields."

Just then, the lady's longest tentacle slowly emerged from the water, reaching towards the shore with a gentle grace that belied its massive size.

Its target was not Newt blowing the conch shell, nor Pabbie eager to try, but Cassandra standing slightly behind.

The air froze instantly.

Tina gasped, and Newt stopped playing, watching nervously.

Pabbie covered her mouth. Veratia's eyes narrowed, and her fingers twitched slightly, as if she wanted to stand in front of Cassandra, but Harry gently pressed her arm down.

Harry shook his head at Veratia, his eyes fixed on Cassandra and the approaching tentacle.

Cassandra froze, her instinct for danger nearly causing her to draw her wand.

But another, more subtle feeling drew her in—the tentacle slowly approached, its tip, a huge suction cup, shimmering with iridescent light in the sunlight. It stopped about a meter from Cassandra, swaying slightly, as if testing her, or perhaps, paying homage.

"Oh, right hand raised at a forty-five-degree angle." Harry whispered to Veratia, "I feel like I've seen this kind of etiquette somewhere before?"

"If you put it that way, it does seem a bit like that." Veratia quickly matched Harry's Brainwaves.

That's why they're said to have a good relationship; they're practically one person when it comes to understanding Brainwaves.

Time seemed to stretch out at the beach, with the sea breeze howling and the waves roaring, but in Cassandra's world, it seemed that only the mythical creature before her and her own pale face reflected in its lantern-like eyes remained.

She released her grip on the wand very slowly, then did something that surprised everyone.

She did not back away, nor did she try to touch it; instead, she slightly bent her knees in a standard curtsy.

The tip of the Kraken's tentacle twitched slightly, as if in response.

Then, it slowly retracted and submerged back into the water, leaving only ripples spreading outwards.

Throughout the entire process, the lady's enormous eyes remained fixed on Cassandra.

"Merlin— " Pabbie finally exhaled, his voice filled with unbelievable excitement, "She—she answered you! Cass! The ancient troll's recognition ritual!"

Newt breathed a sigh of relief, a look of satisfaction and research on his face. "Incredible—the records do indicate that the Kraken does indeed have a natural affinity for certain people. Perhaps Miss Malfoy, you possess some qualities that attract her."

Cassandra had straightened up, her face now calm.

"Perhaps, she doesn't seem to have any intention of attacking."

"Yes, yes! The lady is very gentle, as long as you don't provoke her." Newt quickly said, picking up the conch shell again and blowing out an even more cheerful tune.

The giant sea monster emitted a deep, resonant sound, and its enormous body began to rotate slowly and gracefully. Its molted skin shimmered like a rainbow under the sunlight, clearly indicating that it was in a very pleasant mood.

The tide was rising, Newt signaled it was time to leave.

After bidding farewell to Lady and the Scamander, Pabbie warmly invited everyone to have a hot drink at her makeshift observation hut she had built on a nearby cliff.

"I've collected quite a bit of this unique magical seaweed. It can be brewed into tea to ward off the cold, and it tastes quite unique!" Pabbie winked and revealed a sly smile.

Veratia and Cassandra exchanged a glance, and this time, Cassandra nodded slightly first.

"Let's go," she said, tilting her head slightly, "Let's try your Seaweed Tea."

The cabin was larger than I had imagined, and it looked like it had been illegally extended using the Untraceable Extension Charm, and it was definitely Newt's doing.

This is already considered a repeat offense for him.

The space is small, but it is very efficient. The walls are covered with various marine animal skeletons and colorful seashells. In the corner, there are several glass jars filled with strange minerals and plant specimens.

"Sit wherever you like, make yourself at home!" Pabbie greeted cheerfully, and began preparing the tea set like a busy little bee.

She poured a steaming, Grim green liquid from a small copper kettle on the stove into several delicate ceramic cups.

"Try it! It's cooked with seaweed, and I added a little honey and some dried berries I brought back from Sweden."

Cassandra took the glass and first cautiously smelled it.

The smell was complex, with a hint of the ocean, like seaweed, and a touch of the sweetness of dried fruit.

She glanced at the dark green liquid in the glass, then at Pabbie's expectant eyes, and finally overcame her discomfort, taking a small sip.

Veratia also took a bite, and her eyebrows twitched.

"Hmm—it's quite complex," she commented, but her expression suggested she was describing Potions. "I must say, this Potions —this tea—has a rather invigorating aftereffect."

Indeed, a warm current flowed down the throat and quickly spread throughout the body, dispelling the chill brought by the sea breeze and even invigorating the spirit.

Harry took a big gulp, and then the taste made his head feel a little numb.

"It's quite delicious." He put down the glass. "If only it were a little sweeter—I mean, not that it's bad, but it really needs a bit of sugar."

"I know you're a sugarhead," Pabbie gave Harry a playful glare. "But this Seaweed Tea shouldn't have sugar in it, otherwise it'll ruin the flavor, won't it?"

"You really should try something different," Cassandra glanced at Harry. "At the very least, you should finish this cup of tea and not let Pabbie's kindness go to waste."

Harry rolled his eyes and made a gagging motion, which caused Pabbie to pounce on him and start punching him.

He didn't use much force, but Harry coughed exaggeratedly, clutching his chest, as if Pabbie had punched his lungs out.

"Okay, okay, I'll drink it all." Harry raised his hands in a military salute. "But you have to promise, if anything happens to me after I drink it, you'll be fully responsible—"