In London, Newt kept himself busy with his magical beasts. Now when he had managed to get a apartment in which he could live alone and not at the Scamander Manor with his parents, he felt a little more confident in keeping them safe. Of course he had hired a assistant to take care of the animals if he needed to leave the apartment for a longer time.

But something felt like it was missing. Lately, Newt had started to feel lonely in a very different manner from before. The events in New York had changed something for him. The Goldstein sisters and Jacob had not found him annoying. Odd, no doubt, but they had still helped him with finding and recapture all the missing beasts from the suitcase.

"I would like to meet them again at some point, without all the drama of last time…"

Suddenly he heard a window being broken in the front of the apartment. A thief?

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When Newt came out in the living room, something had buried itself deep into the opposite wall. A closer look revealed it to be a Japanese kanzashi, a type of hairpin. And what was more, there was a letter with his name on.

"From the Ministry of Magic in Japan?" Newt wondered in surprise at seeing the wax seal, a opened war fan, showing that it indeed was from that country. One of his life-long dreams was to visit Japan one day, but they was very strict with non-Japanese people entering due to a lot of scandals in the past involving their famous Silver Dragons, related to the unpleasantness of the black market.

On the other hand, it reminded him of the rumours he had heard earlier in spring. That one of the oldest living Silver Dragons may not have long left in this world. Did Japan want his skills with magical beasts to help making its last days as much comfortable as possible?

Dear Mister Scamander

By now, the news of Grindewald escaping from the MACUSA must have reached you as well.

Unfortunately this evening we found out that some of his followers managed to find and break into one of our most protected places in Japan, stealing one of our most secret treasures. While it is not a weapon originally, it would easy become one if Grindewald manages to break the code to change its nature. Or that he plans to use it to get money in illegal manners by selling this treasure on the black market.

With this letter, I send a magical compass inside the kanzashi that will glow red when you are very close to the treasure. Be careful with magic when you find it, for spells spoken in another language than Japanese risks to make a situation worse.

Hino Sakura, Minister of Magic

Newt opened the compass to see something strange inside. A long white claw, alongside a thin item that almost seemed transparent when he held it up between his fingers for a closer look. Then it shined in a silvery manner, and the unspoken part of the letter was revealed for him.

"And this is one of the reasons to why I find people more dangerous than the magical beasts they do not understand!" Newt thought in horror when he realized that it was a piece of a scale, the overlapping kin of dragons.

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Rushing up the stairs to his bedroom, Newt threw together some clothing and other necessary things he always had in his suitcase when traveling. He also needed to choose which ones among the magical beasts downstairs that could be taken along, an entire zoo of them risked to cause a situation similar to what had happened in New York last year, and he was already in enough trouble with the Ministry of Magic here in Great Britain for that event.

Then a post owl arrived, pretty late for this time in the evening, knocking with one claw on the window to be let inside.

"You are not one of Theseus' family owls, I know most of them after all the family dinner invitations in his home over the past years…"

It was not a letter. A postcard, stamped in Paris only a day earlier. From someone he had exchanged letters over the past six months.

Dear Newt.

Queenie and I have been given a mission to deal with a smuggling league in the black market in Paris, because it is believed to be have international ties. I have a strong feeling that a magical beasts or two might be among the illegal goods to buy there on the black market, so could you try to come over here and help out, with your skills?

With love

Tina Goldstein

Well, that could give him a starting point to look for the secret treasure that had been stolen from Japan. Besides, Newt had hoped to meet Tina and the others again at some point.

"I need a way to travel to Paris without being found out…"

It was so stupid and annoying, that the Ministry had forbidden him from travel abroad because of what had happened in New York! On the other hand, seeing that it was illegal to bring in magical beasts without a license, they had been somewhat justified despite that Newt wished to save more of the endangered beasts that may go extinct soon within a few decades or even a few years.

So, how to travel to the French capital without being found out by his brother or the Ministry? Then Newt recalled another letter he had gotten that very morning, which should still be in the living room.

And there it was, the letter from Richard Midnight, with a noticeable detail inside;

Greetings to you, Newt

Hope that you are fine after what you found in New York (it was in the newspaper, you know!), and all the magical beasts you are caring for.

My parents and adopted brother have talked about traveling to Paris for a few days now over summer, and of course, I had to tell them of my beloved fiancée and her idea to start a travel company with an airship for magical people, something which are common even among the Muggles those days. She have even planned and built the whole ship by herself, shall you know! It clearly would be a more pleasant journey for families with young children than having to travel long-distance by brooms, even if a portkey is the fastest way to travel.

With hope of seeing you soon

Richard Midnight

That could be a way to arrive to Paris without being seen, and meet with the Goldstein sisters there. And Newt knew which magical beasts to being along on this journey, some of them simply could not be left in the hands of his assistant because they were too used to him handing them.