Ah, so that's what the little furry blob was! Avalon had heard all about nifflers, but she had never actually encountered a real one. It seemed like this one wasn't real either, as the enchantment wore off fairly quickly. She wasn't too disappointed, though, because she had a funny feeling that the niffler would be very interested in her shiny silver earrings. And she didn't really like the idea of a niffler crawling up her head.

Newt Scamander was one of Avalon's grandfather's idols. As a magizoologist himself, he was always talking about Newt and his "ingenious" (as Grandad Sinclair would say it) findings. She raised her hand, excited about today's lesson. "Newt did some work with the Swooping Evil." She wasn't sure exactly how much about the species he contributed to the field, but she remembered reading that he worked with them. "He found that their venom had memory-altering capabilities, so he diluted it in order to obliviate an entire city of Muggles. Or...No Majs, as I think they're called in America." And thank goodness he figured that out. It would have taken a looong time to manually obliviate all those people.