Newt examined Jacob's wound and confirmed that it had been bitten by a Motra rat, then he plucked a few leaves from a nearby plant and crushed them and applied them to the wound.

Pour out a few pills from a pill bottle and give them to Jacob.

Jacob stared at the medicine suspiciously for a moment, thinking that he had nothing to lose, and that was it.

Relieved, he swallowed the pill as he saw Newt take the meat from the shelf to the cutting board and chop it into large pieces.

Newt prepares to check on the lost magical beasts and feed them by the way.

Jacob was brought down because he didn't think Jacob was a bad person.

It turns out that this is indeed the case.

Faced with a thousand strange things, Jacob did not show disgust, but was full of surprise.

...

The ptarmigan in the next wilderness area caused a heavy rain, and John turned into a dragon leaning against the rock and squinting his eyes to read the small newspaper.

"Yes, Grindelwald."

Staring at the familiar words on it, John said thoughtfully: "It seems that the future has not changed, Grindelwald is still the same Grindelwald, setting off a revolution in Europe."

My own worries are unnecessary.

Originally wanted to wash away the memories of the three people, but Grindelwald ran away.

"Newt is back?"

He saw the Thunderbird descend slowly, presumably Newt had come down to identify the lost magical animal.

"Being able to handle Silence, Newt Scamander is more powerful than I thought."

Remembering the silence of Newt's containment, that thing was the dark energy in the little wizard's body.

The silence of the other party's containment is extremely weak, probably because of the death of the host.

"Is there another silent death?"

John stared at the newspaper and blew as it flew back to Newt's little house.

Newt called to the horned camel, and John propped his head in one hand and pulled the poor rock with the other.

He guessed that Newt would definitely come looking for him.

After all, as a fire dragon who knows human language, his wisdom allows Newt to make inquiries.

...

Jacob feeding Newt the Lunate.

Looking at the cute little ones, he can be sure that he is definitely not dreaming.

Because his imagination can't come up with these things.

"Eat, cutie, eat, eat."

He really liked it.

At this moment, some kind of cold shout echoed in the distance.

"Did you hear that?" Jacob subconsciously turned his head to ask Newt.

But Newt was gone.

He saw the curtain that had been used to separate each area flutter open, and there was a snowy scene on the other side.

Jacob was intrigued and walked into the snow step by step.

He stared intently at the black mass, which was constantly releasing a turbulent energy.

Jacob slowly stretched out his hand, and was about to touch it, but was interrupted by Newt in time.

"Go back." Newt snapped.

Jacob is startled by the elusive Newt.

Newt continued to repeat his words, "Go back."

Jacob asked, in disbelief, "What's the matter with this thing?"

"I said, go back."

"What the hell is this?" Jacob stepped back with palpitations.

Newt looked over there and said, "That's silent."

Jacob was keenly aware that Newt's expression was wrong, a painful contemplation.

"I've got to go," Newt swerved and walked toward another area, "to get the escaped creatures back before they get hurt."

Jacob followed him, a little confused, "Before they get hurt?"

He recalls the house he was smashed into, and the wounds he was bitten.

The relaxed atmosphere is gone

Exist.

"Yes, Mr. Kowalski." Newt leads Jacob through a forest, "Know that they are in a strange land, surrounded by millions of the most cruel creatures......

They came to a rock-covered area, and a whole black patch came into view, Newt said; "Human."

He breathed a sigh of relief, the most dangerous guy didn't run out, how lucky he was.

Jacob caught up and was about to catch his breath, but it was stuck in his throat.

His eyes widened, staring at the black in front of him.

He asked in a shocked tone, "What is this?"

"Dragons." Newt replied.

Standing below, the black seemed to swallow everything.

Newt walked over.

He used to deal with fire dragons on the battlefields of the Eastern Front.

But this dragon surpassed all the knowledge he knew, and its sheer size was unique.

And has a jaw-dropping intelligence.

Jacob hurried to follow, and when he saw Newt stop, he stopped.

The two of them were like ants in front of the black dragon.

"Hey!" Newt waved his hand and called out loudly, telling John to pay attention to himself.

The huge rock shook a few times, and the black dragon heard the call and sat up.

Jacob's breathing slowed, and he asked in the smallest voice, "Are you sure it won't eat us?"

"Probably not." Newt whispered in response, calling out loudly, "It's me, Newt Scamander."

"Of course I remember you, Newt." John looked at the two men condescendingly and chuckled, "We haven't been separated for long."

This relieved Newt, it didn't seem to be the kind of grumpy dragon.

And Jacob has already been scared stupid, even if he grows big, this dragon can even talk?

John looked at the frightened Jacob with interest, and said in a buzzing voice, "What about you, sir?"

"Me?" Jacob, who was questioned, pointed at himself, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said nervously, "My name is Jacob Kowalski."

"Kowalski?" John felt familiar with the name and said, "Hello, Jacob."

"Hello, sir." Jacob subconsciously greeted him as if he were facing the commander of the army.

"There's no need to call me sir," John said casually, fiddling with a stone, "call me the Shadow of the World."

"The shadow of extinction, the destruction of the world?" Jacob didn't think the name sounded friendly at all.

"Ugh...... Shadow of the Destruction, I would like to ask, have you seen any animals running out?"

As the owner of the box, Newt naturally knew what was missing from the box.

Still, he wanted to make sure.

"There were a lot of animals that wanted to run, but I stopped them." John propped his chin on one dragon claw, thought for a moment and said, "That *** poisonous horned beast ran away, and the invisible beast, and of course that uneasy sniff, I'm sorry, I was sleeping when the accident happened."

"Oh my God, I love it." Jacob gave a speech, as if he was not a scary black dragon, but a gentle British gentleman.

Newt smiled and thanked him, "Thank you for your help, Shadow of the Destruction."

Although the name is a bit strange, John's words and deeds are very good for people.

John was grateful for preventing an even greater misfortune for him.

Knowing the animals that escaped, he also had thoughts.

He asked Jacob, a native, "You see, a medium-sized creature that likes open plains, trees, puddles, where does it go?"

"In New York?" Jacob asked.

"Yes." Newb's head.

"Plains?" Jacob thought for a moment, thought for a while, thought of a place, and said in surprise, "Ah, Central Park."

Take this

A no-mad chicken is right for Newt.

"Where is that place?"

"Where's Central Park?"

Jacob paused, sensing a funny joke, but he remembered that it wasn't New Yorker.

"Look, I'd love to take you there." Jacob spread his hands, "But don't you think it's a bit duplicitous?"

He said with some excitement, "The girls who took us in also made hot cocoa."

Newt glanced at him, waking up the GI, who had been immersed in America's sweetheart, "As soon as they see that you're no longer sweating, they'll immediately cast the Oblivion Charm on you."

"What is the Mud Bowl Spell?"

"It's like waking up from a big dream, and all the memories of magic in those dreams will be gone." It wasn't Newt who said it, it was the voice above their heads.

John watched them chat, and it was interesting to see people from that perspective.

Jacob looked around and said, "I don't remember any of this?"

Looking around again, this incomparably strange world, even if he dreamed, he couldn't find such a place.

Newt nodded, "That's right."

The cruel and truthful answer made Jacob lose his mind.

"Okay, no problem, I'll help you." Jacob changed his tune.

Newt picked up the bucket that fed the horned camel, turned and left with Jacob.

"Hey, Jacob." John's voice stopped Jacob.

"I like you too," John said, resting his head on the rock, meaningfully, "if you need help, you can come to me."

"Thank you, Mr. Shadow of Destruction, Destruction."

Jacob was still a little confused by the name and hurried away.

John waved at him.

This little fat man is really rare.

"If he were a wizard, he would be a Gryffindor."

This Muggle is like his own father, he is a Gryffindor.

...