"Knock, knock, knock—"
Dorset, on a small hillside.
Soft knocking echoed through the night.
"Y-yes, who is it?"
Newt rubbed his head as he stepped out of the bedroom. He had helped a female Nundu give birth earlier that day, and his old bones were truly exhausted.
Just as he was about to turn in early, he heard the knocking.
"Strange. Very few people know my address. Which old friend could it be?"
As though it had sensed Newt approaching, the knocking stopped.
With a creak, Newt opened the door.
An extraordinarily majestic creature stood at the entrance. Moonlight spilled over its pale golden scales, making them shimmer.
Its crimson-gold mane resembled burning, drifting clouds, stirring without wind amid coils of golden mist.
What kept Newt from looking away, however, were its eyes—clear and tranquil, like the purest glass.
Newt, who had assumed someone was knocking at the door, was completely dumbfounded.
In the middle of the night, a Magical Creature he had never seen before had suddenly knocked on his door. Anyone would have been stunned.
"Th-this..."
"Are you Mr. Newt Scamander?"
An ethereal, pleasant voice echoed directly in Newt's mind.
Newt jumped, thinking someone was speaking to him. He leaned out and looked to both sides of the doorway.
But there was no one there. Only the creature before him watched him quietly.
"I have a letter for Mr. Scamander."
The ethereal voice sounded again, and Newt asked hesitantly, "I'm Newt Scamander. Are you... communicating with me?"
"Yes. You may call me Liuguang. I have come to deliver a letter on my master's behalf."
An Auspicious Cloud lifted the satchel hanging around Liuguang's neck, causing the envelope within to float before Newt.
Newt accepted the letter and prepared to read it inside. The temperature this season was still