"Loss of speech is a very rare side effect in potions-if I'm not mistaken, it's caused by magical fermentation in the tenpan si of Demiguise hair after excessively prolonged, vigorous stirring. No-there's something missing-"
Newt Scamander's first reaction on learning of the potion's side effect was to "try to make the side effect disappear." He stroked his chin in thought for a while, then suddenly struck his palm with his fist and said with certainty,
"That's right, the bile-the bile activated the Demiguise hair prematurely, causing some subtle changes in what should have been a normal fermentation process-like cheese encountering a prolonged cold snap during fermentation, making it taste less like a dairy product.
"If that's the case, this loss of speech should be reversible. I happen to have the ingredients in my suitcase. Oh, and of course we mustn't forget the cauldron-"
After saying all this in one breath, Newt Scamander enthusiastically climbed into his suitcase and returned with a timeworn cauldron and a bag of ingredients. The cauldron had been washed very clean and was clearly well cared for. An Occamy lay fast asleep inside it.
That Occamy isn't an ingredient, is it? Brian's concern passed in a flash. Brewing potions with conscious living creatures was considered rather unethical in the wizarding world, but it wasn't illegal. Mr. Scamander, however, would never do such a thing. This master would never put one of his lovers in a pot.
Looking at the squinting, serpentine creature with feathers, wings, and two legs, Brian asked curiously, "Can Occamies understand Parseltongue?"
Occamies always reminded him of the Feathered Serpent worshipped by the Maya, but Occamies brought neither rain nor knowledge,
while the Feathered Serpent didn't change size wherever it pleased, nor did it have a pair of small, adorable legs that twitched