Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Page #2

-Goldstein.

Theres been a minor incident... -Well, this office

is currently concerned with very major incidents.

Get out.

-Yes, maam.

So, you got your wand permit? All

foreigners have to have them in New York.

I made a postal application weeks ago.

Scamander... And you were

just in Equatorial Guinea?

Ive just completed a year in the field.

Im writing a book about magical creatures.

-Like... an extermination guide?

No. A guide to help people understand why

we should be protecting these creatures

instead of killing them.

-Goldstein! Where is she?

Where is she? Goldstein!

Goldstein!

Did you just butt in on the

Investigative Team again?

Whereve you been?

-What?

Whered she pick you up?

-Me?

Have you been tracking them Second

Salemers again? -Of course not, sir.

Afternoon, Mr. Graves, sir!

-Afternoon, Abernathy.

Mr. Graves, sir, this is Mr. Scamander.

He has a crazy creature in that case

and it got out and caused

mayhem in a bank, sir.

Lets see the little guy.

But, sir...

Tina...

Im sorry, Grandma.

My momma, your momma,

gonna catch a witch.

My momma, your momma,

flying on a switch.

My momma, your momma,

witches never cry.

My momma, your momma,

witches gonna die!

Witch number one, drown in

a river!

Witch number two,

gotta noose to give her!

Witch number three,

gonna watch her burn.

Witch number four, flogging

take a turn.

Collect your leaflets before

you get food, children.

Is it a witchs mark, maam?

No. Hes okay.

I cant believe you

didnt obliviate that man!

If theres an inquiry, Im finished! -So why

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,

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