Respect the Rules

Newt Scamander nodded, pointed to the curtains in the distance, and tapped his finger in the air.

"Haven't you noticed? The space here in my house is all pieced together, while yours is complete."

"That's actually harder, isn't it?" Tom retorted.

"Maintaining the stability of one space is not difficult, but when so many spaces are crammed together, they will collide if we are not careful, and everything inside will explode."

"So you have to learn to divide it into parts," Newt Scamander shared his experience without reservation. "Don't treat the box as a single unit."

"First, divide the interior into small pieces, then cast the Undetectable Extension Charm on each piece and slowly piece them together to get the result you want."

Tom immediately cast Eagle Vision on himself, making his vision farther and clearer.

Sure enough, apart from the areas separated by curtains, many areas had blurred boundaries.

When a Fantastic Beasts crosses the boundary, its body will briefly contort before returning to normal.

"Let's leave the unicorns here for now," Newt Scamander said. "They need more space to move around, and I can take this opportunity to check on them and make sure they're healthy."

Tom nodded, turned around and went out to get his business card holder. Before he came in, Newt Scamander had specifically told him to leave the business card holder and large storage bag outside.

Expansion boxes can easily lead to problems; small expansion kits can be used to safely transition between them.

As soon as the three unicorns entered the box, they ran off into the distance with great joy.

Usachi flew out, occasionally letting out a dragon's roar, scaring hordes of Fantastic Beasts into scattering in chaos.

The two ignored them, and Newt Scamander, with Tom on his Flying Broomstick, flew towards a curtain.

Passing through the curtain, he instantly entered a rainforest, where the climate became warm and humid—this was Newt Scamander's daily routine.

Every day, they have to patrol all the areas and check on the condition of the "residents" inside.

When he encounters an injured Fantastic Beasts, he doesn't immediately rush to help, but first observes it to see if it has the ability to save itself.

For example, at this moment, a Kneazle sprained its leg and licked its wound with a limp. Newt Scamander watched for a while, made sure it could take care of itself, and then took Tom away.

"It's important to let them retain their wildness and survival skills," Newt Scamander explained during the flight.

"I'm not sure I can protect them for a lifetime, and even their offspring will need to inherit this wildness."

"Long-term captivity will only cause them to lose their instincts and gradually degenerate."

Tom raised an eyebrow and asked, "What if different groups fight, even to the point of death? Won't you intervene?"

Newt Scamander paused for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head. "Normally not, it's the law of nature, and I can't disrupt the food chain cycle."

"A moment of kindness might lead to a greater disaster, just like the Murtlap, which feed on Doxy and Imp. They are also Fantastic Beasts, and I can't favor either side."

"You must be in a lot of pain, right?" Tom grinned, his tone slightly teasing.

If it were him, he would definitely favor the one he likes, but Newt Scamander put himself in God's-eye view and tried his best to maintain the balance. Just thinking about it is exhausting.

Newt Scamander simply smiled without answering, but a subtle, complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

During the patrol, Newt Scamander also taught Tom how to construct his own private space, and many novel theories broadened Tom's horizons.

The credits in the Study Space were increasing rapidly. Newt Scamander was very modest; his Undetectable Extension Charm was indeed much stronger than Tom's at the moment.

But what's most astonishing is his spatial splicing technique, which is simply unprecedented.

This isn't an exaggeration, at least not among the few people Tom knows.

Andros, Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort —in this respect, no one can compare to Newt Scamander.

The patrol didn't end until the last icy area, where Newt Scamander gave a cold medicine to a snowman who was sneezing from the cold.

The two returned, Newt Scamander began to examine the unicorn.

The unicorn continued to reject any males other than Tom from approaching, something Newt Scamander was prepared for.

What he called an inspection was actually a set of "physical fitness tests" for the unicorns. The two big ones had one set of tests, while the little pink unicorn had its own.

Tom was speechless after seeing the test level designed by Newt Scamander.

The four projects—obstacle crossing, full-speed sprint, magic release to destroy targets, and inserting a unicorn into a hollow barrel—are linked together and stretch for approximately two kilometers.

This wasn't ordinary off-roading; it was the kind of off-roading that was "special forces training." Tom turned to look at Newt Scamander.

Are you sure this was designed for unicorns?

"Of course, I'll demonstrate it for you."

Newt Scamander took off his coat and handed it to Tina Goldstein, who had just come in, before walking to the starting point.

The over-90-year-old man strode over the obstacle, sprinting at full speed as the grass flew past beneath his feet.

The magic was unleashed, shattering the target, and a wooden stick was precisely inserted into the hole in the barrel. The movement was clean and swift, leaving Tom dumbfounded.

Tina Goldstein shook her head beside her. "That's just his personality; it's never changed in his life."

When Newt Scamander ran back, he wasn't even out of breath. "Unicorns are much stronger than humans; this training regimen is nothing to them."

The demonstration ended, and it was Unicorn's turn to take the stage. Big Treasure, Second Treasure, and Little Three stood at the starting line, their eyes sparkling, wondering what they would face next.

At Tom's command, the three unicorns rushed out. They were fast at first, but their legs became clumsy when crossing obstacles, and the Little Three almost tripped.

Halfway through the race, the speed dropped noticeably. Big Treasure was panting heavily, Second Treasure's mane was a mess from the wind, and Little Three turned a corner as he ran, trying to go back to the starting point.

"The Little Three," Tom shouted.

The Little Three turned her head, her wet eyes looking at him, and ran off again, looking pitiful.

Ten minutes later, the three unicorns finally finished the test. Big Treasure and Second Treasure lay on the ground panting, while Little Three buried his head in Tom's arms and refused to come out.

Newt Scamander walked over with his notebook, his expression serious. "They're too lazy. Their physical condition far surpasses that of their kind, but they don't exercise enough, so they don't get to perform at all."

"If this continues, you're likely to develop some illnesses, such as obesity."

Tom's lips twitched. "Are you sure this word can be used to describe a unicorn?"

Newt Scamander adjusted his glasses. "Any creature can become obese, it's just that unicorns are less common."

He looked up at Tom and said, "From now on, you have to run every day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. You can only eat the Patronus after you've finished running."

Big Treasure looked up at Newt Scamander with disbelief in his eyes, Second Treasure turned away, and Little Three buried his head even deeper.

He gazed at the three slender, smooth-furred unicorns, lost in thought. These things, they can get fat too?

Tom sighed. "Fine, run every day."