The battle with the changeling creatures had reached a dangerous turn. The silver sand in the kobolds' caves had gathered any DNA thread and creatures were forming, looking like Harry or Draco, Fred, George or Ronald and came a moment where confusion was almost complete. Reinforcements had been called and Luna had managed to get inside the magical suitcase, looking for Rolf Scamander's her husband. There, in the devastated little kitchen a sand creature had just devoured every food available. There was no sign of Scamander, only a broken wand and a pair of dark glasses.

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