Neville's Request

"Wow, a flying bird—no, a flying snake!" Catherine pressed both hands against the glass window, her little reflected face flushed red with excitement as she pointed and shouted at the Occamy hidden among the trees below.

"Uncle Fawley, is that a bird or a snake?" She suddenly turned around, her eyes sparkling as she asked.

Who would have thought that when she had first stepped into this nearly transparent glass gondola, she had clung tightly around Tver's neck, too scared to even step onto the solid floor?

Tver glanced in the direction she was looking.

"That's an Occamy, a serpentine creature with feathers, wings, and two legs. Its body can expand to an enormous size or shrink small enough to fit into a pocket.

"Occamy eggs are silver, and bad people often set their sights on their nests. So whenever someone approaches one—or its nest—they can easily be attacked by the Occamy."

"That's so amazing!"

"..."

Tver had no idea what Catherine found so amazing about that, but then again, children always had unique ways of thinking.

He let the unusual gondola continue carrying them forward swiftly yet steadily. Whenever Catherine excitedly spotted an animal, whether ordinary or magical, he would occasionally explain a thing or two.

There was no need to worry about not being able to see clearly. The gondola was equipped with professional magical binoculars that could magnify or shrink the view at will. Buttons on them could even control the gondola's direction and speed.

Whether visitors wanted to stop and observe closely or take a quick tour of the entire vast nature reserve, this gondola could accommodate them all!

"Newt really didn't lie to me. If the gondolas are like this, then it's worth spending so much money."

Tver tapped the glass of the gondola, feeling