The first time Newt had encountered a muggle, he was five years old. His mother had set a dragon trap, suspecting a Bulgarian Barbframe was behind the missing Hippogriff feed. But instead of a large winged creature, a muggle had been trapped. Dead. Big tears had ran down Newt's face, mourning every creature his mother had killed in an effort to keep her Hippogriffs safe.
The next time Newt saw a muggle was in his last year at Hogwarts. He was a teaching assistant to professor Lugnok, taking care of the magical creatures and helping around during classes.
''Settle down, settle down!'' the voice alone was enough to silence the class. Professor Lugnok might seem like a though man of few words. But whenever magical beasts were involved, the man could talk for hours and hours. One of the many reasons why Newt had jumped at the opportunity to help him around.
Today there was a big crate in the middle of the classroom, the students were whispering at each other trying to figure out what was inside of it. Professor Lugnok loved keeping them in suspense, taking his time to open the crate.
However when the crate was finally open and students could get a glimpse of the creature, disappointed noises filled the room followed by those of disgust.
''A muggle? Even a bowtrunckle would have been more exciting'' the boy in blue colours crossed his arms, glaring at him.
''What if it carries dragon pox? I don't want it going anywhere near me'' a shrill voice exclaimed somewhere from the back of the crowd.
''Silence!'' Professor Lugnok was clearly displeased with the students lack of interest''Back to your seats, page 294. Miss Lestrange, if you please''
Monsters of magic: Muggles are fragile creatures with vastly different physiologies from wizards and witches. Their hearts are located on the right side of their body and they have 2 more ribs. While they can carry a multitude of magical diseases, only Spattergroit symptoms will manifest itself in muggles.
A group of three boys in the back row elbowed each other, making fun of one of the students unlucky enough to have contracted the disease a couple of years ago. His face was littered with the remnant scars of it. Either the professor did not notice or did not care. Newt frowned, could he step in? Or was that the task of the professor?
Monsters of magic: As there are no accurate tests to determine whether a muggle carries any of these diseases, all must be exterminated on sight. Aside from the regular magical extermination methods, muggles are particularly vulnerable to falling from heights such as the normal flying altitude. While muggles can eat almost anything non-magical, they are easily poisoned by using troll saliva. When gillyweed is consumed by a muggle, they do not grow gills but their lungs will fail nonetheless. Do not underdose gillyweed as a muggle that is poisoned once by it will not eat it again and might even warn other muggles of its effects.
''Are we going to try out any of these methods professor?'' the boy in blue asked eagerly, joined by several of his classmates.
''Not today Braithmore, I have another class to teach. Aside from that, I've promised professor Slughorn I'd give him a new ingredient. Lestrange, last paragraph.''
Monsters of magic: If for any reason the reader of this book is unable to exterminate the muggles themselves, they can be repelled by a potion mixed of blue muggle blood and mandrake root. This potion will last for four to six weeks, depending on the fulness of the moon. Blue blood can be acquired from the muggles themselves. Under the influence of sunlight their blood turns from blue to red, to obtain the blue variety one must keep the muggle in complete darkness for a couple of weeks before harvesting.
''And now for the demonstration'' The professor took a tight grip on the muggle's arm, it must already knew what was going to happen by now . Newt had assisted him the first few times but it made him nauseous, last time he almost fainted. He felt ashamed for having failed professor Lugnok but at the same time he felt ashamed for a different reason.
''One can see the blue blood clearly when looked at the inside of the arm'' The professor pointed out to the class. Some of them on the front row craned their necks to see what was happening, others recoiled in disgust. ''Don't worry, they can't feel pain the same way we do'' Newt's nausea increased, the first time they had performed this procedure the muggle had pulled its arm back during the hexing. It had resulted in a large gash, making screaming both in terror and agony. He was not so sure that muggles could not feel pain.
A flick of the wand and blood was gushing out of his arm, bright red. ''Merlin's beard, what is wrong with this muggle!'' Some students giggled at the failed demonstration, earning a furious glare from the professor. ''Fix that arm Scamander. Students, we're going to check on the occamy from last week''.
''I'm not going to hurt you'' After the students had left the classroom, Newt approached the muggle with his hand palms turned upwards. The other muggles turned violent whenever they were approached with wands or cower away in a corner.
The muggle let out a hoarse laugh. ''I've heard those words before'' It flinched almost immediately afterwards, sending a wary glare in Newt's direction.
It took some time before Newt was able to get close enough to put pressure on the gash to stop the bleeding, fumbling around with his wand to heal it. For moment the room was dead silent.
''Did you do it on purpose? The red blood?'' Scamander asked it without looking at its face. He had to know, did the muggle do it on purpose
A few seconds passed before it answered. ''There is no blue blood. It's a trick of the light.''
Now Scamander did look up, searching for any clues that would indicate a lie. While the muggle returned his stare with nervous fidgeting, it did seem to be truthful.
After Newt had closed the door of the shed, locking the muggle back in with the rest, he wrote in his copy of ''Monster of Magic'' in the sidelines.
Muggles do not possess blue blood.
