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Nifflers, creatures that look like a cross between a mole and a platypus, black, furry, and small.

In some ways, they share similarities with the dragons of Muggle mythology, such as their extraordinary obsession with shiny things and treasures, and...

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a brave little fellow, daring to steal from me."

Looking at the Niffler she was holding by the scruff of its neck, Erina exclaimed softly with a playful expression.

At the urging of Luna and Hannah, she had originally planned to temporarily let Newt Scamander's Niffler off the hook. Who knew that this audacious little creature would take the initiative to deliver itself to her door? In that case, she couldn't be blamed for deliberately retaliating.

After all, both she and Grindelwald were victims now. Both of them had had something extremely important stolen by Newt's Niffler—Grindelwald had his love stolen, and she had almost lost her heart...

Thinking of this, Erina narrowed her eyes and glanced at the inflatable wallet clutched in the Niffler's tiny paws.

As if unaware of the seriousness of the situation, the "thief" caught red-handed by Erina blinked its black, shiny eyes after a moment of stunned silence, and slowly, gradually began trying to stuff the wallet in its paws into the pocket on its belly.

Erina was no stranger to these greedy little creatures.

The goblins at Gringotts Wizarding Bank also raised many Nifflers to dig for treasures deep underground, or to explore the location of treasures in certain ruins. Their unique magical senses could even detect treasures hidden in spatial gaps.

However, she had truly never encountered a Niffler as audacious as this one.

Perhaps, these were the secret weapons that Newt Scamander had specifically trained to target the Dark Lord?

"Aren't you going to explain or introduce it?"

Erina raised her head, ignoring the Niffler's little actions in her hand, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Hmm? Scamander... Mr.? Look how cute its bulging, round little belly is. It's not afraid of me at all. This must be a descendant of the legendary Niffler that helped you defeat the Dark Lord, right?"

"...No, it's not. It's... uh... just brought back from outside."

Newt Scamander's cheeks twitched, and he subconsciously looked away at the empty space beside him.

After all, more than forty years ago, it was precisely because a Niffler stole the "Blood Pact" pendant that Grindelwald and Dumbledore had signed together in their youth that Dumbledore was able to break his oath not to harm Grindelwald.

If it hadn't been for that crucial showdown, the wizarding world might have been unified by Grindelwald long ago.

If one had to choose a magical creature that the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald hated the most, then the Niffler that Newt Scamander had raised decades ago, which stole the "Blood Pact," would definitely be at the top of the hate list.

However, this time, its descendants were not as lucky as their ancestors and were caught red-handed by this little demon.

Newt hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked toward Erina, who was wearing a dangerous smile, with some embarrassment... or rather, toward the Niffler, which was still unaware of how bad its situation was and was looking around, secretly transferring its treasures.

Merlin above! Is this Veela hybrid truly a devil?!

Newt Scamander had never seen such an expression on a wizard before. As a Magizoologist, he could clearly distinguish the strange gleam that appeared in the girl's eyes—like a Sphinx who had caught its prey.

It was neither hatred nor disgust, but a pure playfulness and a greed born of the hunting desire.

Recalling Dumbledore's previous warnings, as well as the strange questions Erina Kaslana had inadvertently asked during the entire tour... she was clearly likely to eat the Niffler in her hand.

Newt raised his index finger and looked at the little guy held in Erina's hand with a serious expression, saying in a deep voice.

"Last warning, you thieving little pest—don't hold on to it! Give it back!"

"Chi ah!"

The Niffler raised its head, glared at Newt provocatively, made a strange sound similar to that of a platypus, and unhesitatingly stuffed the warm, golden-edged purse in its paws into the bulging pocket on its belly.

"Really gonna do this?!"

Newt raised his eyebrows and sighed softly.

Immediately afterward, Newt directly flipped the Niffler in Erina's hand upside down, held its hind legs, and shook it a few times with practiced skill. Two delicate and beautiful magical purses fell to the ground with a thud, landing at Erina's feet.

Newt subconsciously lowered his head, looked at the two pieces of stolen goods that had been shaken out, and muttered in a curious, low voice.

"Huh, why is this purse bulging? If a Space-Expansion Charm was cast, logically speaking..."

"So Erina, you didn't even get an A+..."

Hannah blinked her eyes, a look of sudden realization flashing across her face.

Bang!

Before the simpleton could finish her sentence, an incredibly precise hand chop struck Hannah on the head, directly cutting off the words from behind the little wing, and also causing a considerable degree of dizziness.

"This may not be the problem you need to consider now, compared to these..."

Erina expressionlessly retracted her hand, bent down, picked up the two "humble hearts," and stuffed them into her chest, looking calmly at Newt Scamander, who was standing in front of her, righteously educating the little Niffler.

The girl's gaze fell on the Niffler, and she quietly watched it, without finishing her sentence.

Sometimes, creating an atmosphere of silence can take the initiative in negotiations—this was a demon king skill Gellert Grindelwald had taught her. She had always mastered this skill of manipulating people's hearts very well.

Sure enough, without Erina taking the initiative to ask for anything, Newt touched his nose and tentatively said.

"Miss Kaslana, shall we continue the tour? Or should we go back and rest first..."

"Actually, before coming here, I received a small gift—a magical suitcase from my grandfather, your old friend, filled with various cooking seasonings and utensils. As long as I recite a wonderful spell, I can open this suitcase."

Erina smiled slightly, her lake-blue eyes swept across the old wizard standing in front of her, and she said softly.

"Dear Mr. Scamander, would you like to guess... what the contents of that spell are?"

"Uh, is that so..." Newt Scamander's mouth twitched, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

"Since it's a gift from your grandfather, then I don't think I need to know what the spell is. As for what you said about an old friend, I guess I don't know your grandfather. Maybe he recognized the wrong person..."

"It doesn't matter, the spell is very simple, just one sentence..."

Erina's eyes flickered, and she glanced meaningfully at the Niffler Newt was holding in his arms.

"My grandfather told me that the password to open the world of delicious food is—steedniffler!"

Newt Scamander: !!!