Chapter 117: The Trunk and the Pen Box
Just a few centimeters from the Chick, Wade suddenly felt a faint tingling in his fingers. At the same moment, he saw Rolf’s hair stand completely on end—like a porcupine.
Wade understood instantly. He must look the same.
Rolf let out a silent, breathless laugh, then tugged hard on Wade’s arm, and the two slipped away like thieves from near the Stone Pillar.
Turn left, turn right—they found themselves in a warm, humid Bamboo Grove. Only then did Rolf burst into loud laughter.
“Isn’t it amazing? Thunderbird Chicks are naturally charged with electricity.”
He cackled, scooping up a handful of dew from a bamboo leaf and using it to slick down his wild hair.
Wade drew his wand. “Fresh Water, like a spring.”
A gush of clear water poured down the bamboo branches. Rolf immediately gave a big thumbs-up.
They used the flowing water to tidy their hair. Then Wade suddenly spotted something extraordinary—a dung beetle larger than a Tail-Fox Dog, slowly pushing a dung ball as big as a giant’s boulder, ambling past them from behind.
Newt’s Trunk Space was even more astonishing than Gralin Farm. Just a short walk, and it felt like stepping into an entirely new world.
After rounding a curved horn, the Bamboo Grove transformed into a Tropical Grassland. After a few more turns, they found themselves deep in a Rainforest.
Ice and snow lay just beyond a curtain of door-like mist, while sand and water split the landscape on either side of massive stones.
A tiny cave in the distance opened up into a cavern that expanded rapidly the moment they stepped inside—soon becoming a vast, giant Chamber.
An ordinary-looking Oak Door, when pulled open, revealed distant mountains and an endless lake stretching into the horizon.
And Newt kept many dangerous beasts of 4X or even 5X level within his trunk—creatures so fearsome that, in the presence of the man himself, they behaved like docile children, bowing their heads to let him stroke them.
Even Rolf could play with them freely or feed them without a single worry they’d harm him.
“I really like them,” Rolf said, puffing out his cheeks. “But Grandfather always says we shouldn’t keep them in such cramped spaces.”
“So even though he rescues fantastic creatures in distress, once they’re strong enough to survive on their own, he releases them back into their original habitats.”
“If animals could use a Book of Friends… then even if we’re apart, we wouldn’t lose contact.”
As he spoke, he hugged a young Rheim bull, both of them gazing up at Wade with the same hopeful, pitiful eyes.
Wade couldn’t help but laugh. “Even if I could make animals use a Book of Friends, they wouldn’t be able to read, would they?”
Rolf’s face fell instantly. He sighed heavily. “Yeah… I knew it wouldn’t work. Is there really no way to communicate without writing?”
“There is,” Wade sat beside him. “A double-sided mirror, for instance.”
“But double-sided mirrors are rare—and extremely expensive,” Rolf sighed, shoulders drooping. “I have lots of friends, but my pocket money is too little.”
Wade chuckled again.
The boy’s round face was utterly adorable. And when he wore that solemn, adult-like expression of worry, it only made him more endearing.
As he laughed, a quiet thought stirred in Wade’s mind.
A double-sided mirror… that could be a promising research path.
…
After touring the space, Wade took the chance to ask Newt about the application of the Invisible Expansion Charm.
Newt had devoted his entire life to protecting Fantastic Beasts, and his trunk had been essential in that mission. In mastering the charm, Wade doubted even Dumbledore could match Newt’s skill.
He was, without question, a world-class master.
Wade then showed Newt his Pen Box. Layer by layer, it unfolded—until it revealed a towering closet, nearly as tall as a man.
Newt stared for a long moment, then muttered quietly, “Yes… a closet is so much more convenient…”
When he was younger, he hadn’t noticed. But now, in his old age, he knew just how taxing it was to climb the trunk’s internal stairs every day—each step a giant burden on his bones.
As they stepped into the closet space and walked around, Newt nodded in approval. “Excellent application… I never thought a twelve-year-old wizard could achieve this level of craftsmanship.”
“But still,” Wade frowned, “it’s just a regular storage space. It doesn’t feel like your trunk—where multiple spaces are seamlessly concatenated, flowing together without any clash or strange sensation.”
The moment he spoke about his greatest expertise, Newt’s confidence surged visibly. He smiled. “Space Concatenation… such a precise description.”
“My trunk does indeed weave together many real-world spaces.”
“Real-world spaces?” Wade asked, thinking aloud. “Is it like folding space and then tucking it into the trunk—then unfolding it later? Some kind of magic like that?”
“No, not so complex,” Newt said, stroking his hand thoughtfully. “You see, for magical creatures, the most dangerous beings on this planet are humans—billions of them.”
“People keep turning forests and meadows into steel and concrete cities. Natural habitats vanish. So to give the little ones safe homes, I acted before Muggle destruction could claim the land. I used the Division Charm to carve out a piece of nature, then—well—Shrinking Charm and Expanding Charm did the rest.”
He said it simply, but Wade knew just how immense the challenge was. It was like building a skyscraper—towering, intricate, and almost impossible.
Take a simple example: During the Christmas holiday, Wade once saw upper-year students struggling to move a massive spruce tree. The tree was so large that Hagrid could carry it alone—but the students needed five or six people, all using Hovering Charms, just to position it properly.
And Newt?
His trunk contained an entire snow mountain.
Newt continued. “Sometimes, it’s not even necessary to do all that. I can use a Spatial Linking Charm—connect a part of the box’s interior directly to an external space, allowing free passage between them.”
“See that lake over there? Its depths are linked to Loch Ness in Scotland. Hippocampi swim freely between the two.”
“But that comes with risks—potential invasion. So choosing which spaces to link requires great care.”
“How do you ensure the internal space remains stable?” Wade asked. “I’ve heard if a spell fails, the contents could burst the container. Yet you don’t seem worried.”
“That,” Newt said, offering a slightly smug smile, “is a little trick I’ve picked up from the magical creatures themselves.”
(End of Chapter)
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