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Lucius has demonstrated his grand son Scorpius how he could disperse the grains of silver sand which composed the body of the creature. Both grand-father and grand-son were now battling inside Rolf Scamander's suitcase, as new creatures popped in the diverse habitats, having taken the appearance of the fantastic animals kept there.
"What are these things?" asked Scorpius, out of breath.
"Some sort of polymorphs, somehow they use the sand and some DNA to form a body, replied Lucius, rather out of breath. They just can't maintain it long, they need new DNA to survive, preferable flesh and blood. CAREFUL!" He sent a curse directly to a half formed creature. "It seems they have devoured almost every animal in that effing suitcase!"