Chapter 192 Newt's Vision

Seeing Tina walk out of the room, Newt immediately stood up, opened his suitcase and walked in.

"Ha!" Jacob yelled.

"Let's go." Aiden knew what Newt was going to do, so he pulled Jacob out of the bed and stuffed him into the box.

He also crawled in through the entrance of the suitcase, and the suitcase jumped up, closed automatically, and was locked.

Entering the suitcase, Jacob found that it was a wooden house that looked like a studio.

Newt was picking herbs to mix him a remedy.

"You were bitten by a Murtra rat. You must be very sensitive." Newt crushed the leaves he picked and applied them to Jacob's wound.

He drew a glass of water from the bucket and handed him a few pills. "Take this and you won't sweat anymore."

"So, what about you, Mr. Prewett, what's going on with you and what are your plans?" Newt looked at Aiden.

"I came from the future and now I have no relatives in a foreign country. I need you to take me back to England to find Dumbledore." Aiden said.

"Can't you go back by yourself? I see your spellcasting ability is so strong." Newt asked again.

"Well, it's mainly because it's fun to stay in America with you, and don't you need a wizard with powerful magic as your assistant?" Aiden acted cute.

"Well, I can let you stay, but you are not allowed to make any trouble and you are not allowed to hurt my animals." Newt looked into Aiden's eyes and said word by word.

Newt took out a big knife and cut a large piece of pork into small pieces and put them into the bucket.

"Here." He handed the bucket to Jacob.

"Oh, so you are a little wizard." Jacob started chatting with Aiden while holding the bucket.

"Mr. Kowalski, there is no need to envy us. You ordinary people have your own magic. You have done many things with your own hands that wizards cannot do." Aiden saw through his thoughts and praised.

"Oh, you can read my thoughts too. Can all wizards read minds like you?" Jacob became interested.

"Very rarely, but a wizard can master similar magic after systematic study," Aiden replied.

"Come on, stop chatting." Newt interrupted the two.

He had already squeezed out all the venom from the Winged Demon.

"What is that?" Jacob asked.

"The locals call it the Winged Demon, a not-so-friendly little creature. I have been studying it, and I think its venom can erase bad memories if used properly."

Newt dangled the Winged Demon from his hand like a yo-yo.

"Which one should be classified as a 5X level dangerous creature?" Aiden asked.

"What's 5x?" Jacob turned his head and asked.

"A creature that has killed wizards and can pose a great threat to wizards, and may even cause the wizards to lose their lives." Aiden threatened.

“Here you go again. You’re always like this, treating all creatures as enemies. That’s why many magical creatures keep dying out. Look at these little guys. As long as we don’t invade their habitats, how can they cause any harm to us?” Newt retorted.

"But humans are such greedy creatures, they devour lightning and fire, burn the wilderness, dig coal mines, extract oil, and covet the sun...

The struggle for survival is a life-and-death struggle. We can only try to slow down and preserve these creatures, but we cannot reverse the development trend of the entire human race." Aiden lowered his eyebrows.

"I don't believe it. I can do it. Slow them down and give other creatures some precious living space." Newt's eyes gleamed with confidence.

"Then I wish you success, Master Scamander." Aiden bowed slightly.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Jacob looked confused.

"Nothing." Aiden and Newt smiled at each other.

Walking out of the cabin, Jacob saw a huge thunderbird appear, accompanied by storm and lightning.

"E on, thank God you didn't run out." Newt and Thunderbird rubbed each other.

"So, he's the reason I came to America, to bring Frank home." Newt turned to the two men.

"I thought it was Dumbledore..." Aiden opened his mouth and Newt covered it.

"Dumbledore?" Jacob looked at the two of them in confusion.

"Aiden, you and Frank play here while I take Kowalski to feed the other animals."

There was a threat in Newt's eyes. Can't the Thunderbird shut you up?

Aiden shook his head, leaped forward, turned into a silver dragon, and flew in the sky with Frank to play a game of tag.

"Wow, a dragon? You wizards can turn into dragons. Are you the ones who snatch the princess away in fairy tales?" Jacob joked with a smile.

But he got no response, and when he turned around, he saw Newt staring at the silver dragon.

"So, I guess this isn't a very common thing," Jacob said.

"Oh my god, someone can actually accomplish this." Newt muttered.

"Accomplish what?" Jacob felt like he was about to have a hundred thousand questions.

"I'll explain it to you later. Now follow me."

Thinking that his baby was still hungry, Newt could only suppress his curiosity.

He made a trumpet shape with his hands and shouted into the distant wilderness.

"Okay, they are coming." Dust began to rise on the plain in the distance, and two huge horned beasts came running over with two small ones.

"Ah!" Jacob tried to step back, but he was held back by Newt.

"Don't be afraid. These are the last breeding pairs of horned camels left. If we don't protect them, they will disappear forever in a few years."

Newt threw the meat in the bucket out, and the little horned beast chased after it.

"So, your job is to protect these animals." Jacob threw the meat in the bucket.

Then he was pulled into a cave by Newt, and through the cave he came to a forest.

There are many Bowtruckles standing on the branches of the forest trees.

"They are Bowtruckles. Go ahead, Pickett." Newt wanted to put the Bowtruckle back on the tree, but it didn't want to go up.

"Click, click." There was a crisp sound next to him. Jacob turned around and saw a boy feeding animals in the bamboo forest.

"Oh, didn't you just turn into a dragon and go play with that thunderbird?" Jacob came over and asked.

"We can't help it. The human thunderbirds will get bored after a while, and us dragons don't play well with magical birds." Aiden said helplessly.

"I think I've seen them before, what is this?" Jacob watched Aiden feed the bugs to the winged snake in the bamboo basket.

"Bird snakes are magical animals that can change their shape according to the size of the space. The feathered serpents worshipped by ancient Americans are probably these."

Aiden picked up a bird snake, and the bird snake directly wrapped around Aiden's arm and was unwilling to leave.

In the end, Newt had no choice but to come over and capture the bird-snake.

"I tell you, I'm sure I'm not dreaming." Jacob looked at the two of them.

"Why?" Aiden asked.

"Because I'm sure I don't have such a good brain to think of these." Jacob looked at the layout inside the box curiously. Everything was so fantastic.

"Well, Jacob, if you don't mind, could you help me feed these meatballs to the Moon Beast?

And Aiden, help me fix the snow scene, that's the Obscurus." Newt lowered his voice.

Aiden nodded and walked towards the snowy field.