Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Page #2

would you be finished? Im the one thats...

Im not supposed to go

near the Second Salemers!

What was that?

Er... moth, I think. Big moth.

Hey, quiet down. Im trying to get a statement.

-Im telling you its a gas explosion again.

I aint taking the kids back

up there until its safe. -Sorry, maam.

There aint no smell of gas.

-It wasnt gas, Officer, I seen it!

It wuzza... a gigantic...

a huge hippopotto gas. Gas.

I don't know.

Mr. Scamander.

It was open?

Just a smidge... -That crazy

Niffler things on the loose again?

It might be.

-Then look for it! Look!

His necks bleeding, hes hurt!

Wake up, Mr. No-Maj.

Mercy Lewis, what is that?

-Nothing to worry about. That is a Murtlap.

What else have you got in there?

You!

-Hello.

Easy, Mr...

-Kowalski... Jacob.

You cant obliviate him!

We need him as a witness.

Im sorry, youve just yelled at me the length

of New York for not doing it in the first place.

Hes hurt! He looks ill!

-Hell be fine. Murtlap bites arent serious.

I admit that is a slightly more

severe reaction than Ive seen,

but if it was really serious,

hed have...

What?

Well, the first symptom

would be flames out of

his anus...

-This is balled up!

Itll last forty-eight hours at most!

I can keep him if you want me to.

Oh, keep him? We dont

keep them! Mr. Scamander,

do you know anything about the wizarding community

in America? -I do know a few things, actually.

I know you have rather backwards laws

about relations with non-magic people.

That youre not meant to befriend

them, that you cant marry them,

which seems mildly absurd to me.

-Whos going to marry him?

Youre both coming with me.

-I dont see why I need to come with you.

Help me!

-Im dreaming, right?

Please. -Yeah, Im tired,

I never went to the bank.

This is all just some big nightmare, right?

-For the both of us, Mr. Kowalski.

And so this is the newsroom.

Let's go.

Hey, how are you? Make

way for the Barebones!

Now, theyre just putting the

papers to bed, as they say.

Mr. Shaw, sir, hes with the senator.

Never mind that, Barker,

I wanna see my father!

Im so sorry, Mr. Shaw, but your son insisted.

-Father, youre going to want to hear this.

Ive got something huge!

Your brother and I are busy here,

Langdon. Working on his election campaign.

We dont have time for this.

This is Mary Lou Barebone from

the New Salem Preservation Society,

and shes got a big story for you!

-Oh, she has, has she?

Theres strange things

going on all over the city.

The people behind this,

they are not like you and me.

This is witchcraft, dont you see.

-Langdon. -She doesnt want any money.

Then either her story is worthless,

or shes lying about the cost.

Nobody gives away anything valuable

for free, Langdon. -You are right, Mr. Shaw.

What we desire is infinitely more

valuable than money: Its your influence.

Millions of people read your newspapers and

they need to be made aware about this danger.

The crazy disturbances in the

subway, just look at the pictures!

Id like you and your friends to leave.

-No, youre missing a trick here.

Just look at the evidence.

-Really. -Langdon.

Just listen to Father and go. And...

Take the freaks with you.

-This is Fathers office, not yours. -Okay.

And Im sick of this every time I

walk in here... -That's it. Thank you.

We hope youll reconsider, Mr. Shaw.

Were not difficult to find.

Until then, we thank you for your time.

Hey, boy.

You dropped something.

Here you go, freak. Why dont you put

that in the trash where you all belong.

Take a right here.

Okay, before we go in... Im not

supposed to have men on the premises.

In that case, Mr. Kowalski and I can easily

seek other accommodation. -Oh no, you dont!

Watch your step.

That you, Tina?

Yes, Mrs. Esposito!

-Are you alone?

Im always alone, Mrs. Esposito!

Teenie, you brought men home?

Gentlemen, this is my sister.

You want to put something on, Queenie?

-Sure.

So, who are they?

-Thats Mr. Scamander.

Hes committed a serious infraction

of the National Statute of Secrecy.

Hes a criminal?

-Uh-huh.

And this is Mr. Kowalski, hes a No-Maj.

-A No-Maj?

Teen, what are you up to?

-Hes sick, its a long story.

Mr. Scamander has lost something,

Im going to help him find it.

You need to sit down, honey.

Hey, he hasnt eaten all day.

Thats rough, he didnt get

the money he wanted for his bakery.

You bake, honey?

I love to cook.

-Youre a Legilimens?

Uh-huh, yeah. But I always have trouble

with your kind. Brits. Its the accent.

You know how to read minds?

-Dont worry, honey.

Most guys think what you was

thinking, first time they see me.

Now, you need food.

Hot dog... again? -Dont read my

mind! -Not a very wholesome lunch.

Hey, Mr. Scamander,

you prefer pie or strudel?

I really dont have a preference.

You prefer strudel, huh, honey?

Strudel it is.

Well, sit down, Mr. Scamander.

Were not going to poison you.

Youre upset. Its your mother again.

Somebodys said something,

what did they say? Tell me.

Do you think Im a freak? -No, I

think youre a very special young man

or I wouldnt have asked

you to help me, now would I?

Have you any news?

-Im still looking.

Mr. Graves, if I knew

whether it was a girl or boy...

My vision showed only

the childs immense power.

He or she is no older than ten,

and I saw this child in close

proximity to your mother.

She I saw so plainly.

That could be any one of hundreds.

-There is something else.

Something I havent told you.

I saw you beside me in New York.

Youre the one that gains this childs trust.

You are the key, I saw this.

You want to join the wizarding world.

I want those things too,

Credence. I want them for you.

So find the child. Find the

child and well all be free.

The job aint that glamorous. I

mean, I spend most days making coffee,

unjinxing the john.

Tinas the career girl.

Nah. Were orphans. Ma and Pa died

of dragon pox when we were kids.

Youre sweet. But we got each other!

Could you stop reading

my mind for a second?

Dont get me wrong,

I love it.

This meal, its insanely good!

This is what I do, Im a cook.

And this is, like, the greatest

meal I have ever had in my life.

Oh, you slay me! I aint never really

talked to a No-Maj before.

Really?

I am not flirting!

Im just saying, dont go getting attached,

hes going to have to be obliviated!

Its nothing personal.

Hey, you okay, honey? -Miss Goldstein, I think

Mr. Kowalski could do with an early night.

And besides, you and I will need to be up

early tomorrow morning to find my Niffler, so...

Whats a Niffler?

-Dont ask.

Okay, you guys can bunk in here.

I thought you might like a hot drink?

Hey, Mr. Scamander...

Look, cocoa!

The toilets down the hall to the right.

-Thanks...

Very much.

Come on.

For the love of...

Will you sit down?

-Good idea.

Thats definitely the Murtlap. You

must be particularly susceptible.

See, youre a Muggle. So our

physiologies are subtly different.

Stay still. Now that

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