"Merlin's beard, what kind of place is this?!"
Don't misunderstand—Newt hadn't cried out in fear, but in utter disbelief.
The decorative patterns here were unusually lavish.
Such a magnificent structure was certainly not something those Tribes members who slept rough could have built.
In other words, Newt's guess had come true. The original dragons truly possessed intelligence no less than that of humans!
Suddenly, Newt's suitcase began to bulge.
Before Newt could react,
that mischievous Niffler pushed open the case and crawled out.
It displayed agility it had never shown before.
It dodged Newt's attempts to catch it again and again.
Several times, Newt wanted to pull out his wand and cast a Summoning Charm.
But in a place like this, it was best not to use magic lightly...
The Niffler's eyes gleamed at the sight of so many sparkling treasures.
However, all those treasures were fixed in place. With its strength, it clearly could not pry any of them loose.
So the Niffler went frantic.
It unwillingly tried them one by one.
Newt chased after it, panting heavily.
Cypher couldn't exactly watch the two of them disappear farther and farther down the passage, could he?
He could only jog after them.
In the end, the reflection they had just had about acting cautiously was completely tossed aside by a Niffler...
Not long before that,
Cypher and Newt had waited a while until the Blood Dragon had fully appeared within the crystal.
But after that, nothing else happened.
Newt and Cypher carefully observed the image before them.
They used every method they could, yet still could not make sense of it.
At that moment, Newt's Gryffindor blood surfaced.
Without giving Cypher any warning, he pressed one hand against the crystal wall.
Before Cypher could scold Newt,
ripples like water suddenly