Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

As David approached the Raim Bull, he noticed something unusual—its movements were unsteady, almost as if it was staggering. Concerned, David moved closer to inspect the majestic creature, while Rove remained a cautious distance away. Raim Bulls were known to be skittish around strangers, and Rove wanted to avoid startling it further.

Though large and imposing, the Raim Bull was a naturally timid creature, a temperament likely born out of necessity. People often hunted these magical beasts for their blood, which could grant extraordinary strength. As a result, Raim Bulls had become exceedingly wary, always on edge when encountering humans.

When David reached the creature's side, he discovered the source of its trouble. One of its legs had been severed and replaced with a golden prosthetic—an alchemical marvel etched with intricate magical patterns. From afar, the prosthetic blended seamlessly with the Raim Bull's golden fur, but up close, it was clear that the artificial limb was not as nimble as the original. It explained the creature's staggered gait.

David ran his fingers gently over the joint where the prosthetic leg connected to the Raim Bull's body, his heart heavy with sympathy. The creature must have endured incredible suffering to reach this state. As he comforted the Bull, David motioned for Rove to join him. Slowly and deliberately, Rove approached, taking care not to alarm the already wary animal.

"Notice anything unusual?" Rove asked in a hushed tone once he reached David's side.

David pointed to the golden prosthetic. "It's been injured—this leg was replaced about a week or two ago."

Rove crouched to examine the leg more closely. His experience in the field allowed him to estimate the timeline of the injury by observing the healing patterns around the joint. "You're right," he confirmed.

"But there's something else I need to check," David said, looking toward the Raim Bull's head. "We've seen those suspicious scars before. Let's see if this one has it too."

Carefully, David ran his fingers through the Bull's thick, golden mane, searching for any signs of a wound. He examined the lower part of its head thoroughly but found nothing unusual. However, when he looked higher up, he noticed a faint scar between the creature's two large horns.

"Rove, take a look at this," David called, his voice tense.

Rove joined him, observing the small but unmistakable scar. "It's been tampered with," he said grimly. "The bone beneath has been patched. This scar's not natural."

David nodded. "They've been experimenting on it too."

Rove's expression darkened. "If the Raim Bull survived such invasive procedures, it's likely that whoever's behind this has mastered the technique. But what's their purpose?"

David frowned. "They're not just cutting into these creatures for fun. Maybe it's connected to those rumors about controlling magical animals?"

Rove's eyes widened at the suggestion. "Could be. They might be implanting something into the animals through these wounds."

David sighed heavily. "We'll need to ask Grandpa tomorrow. If anyone knows, it'll be him."

Rove agreed. "But we should head back now before your grandparents notice we're missing."

"Hold on," David said. He turned to the Raim Bull and patted its head gently. "Time to get up."

The creature hesitated at first but eventually knelt on its front legs before laboriously attempting to rise. Its artificial limb made the movement cumbersome, so David drew his wand and cast Wingardium Leviosa. The Bull's body lifted slightly, helping it regain its footing with less strain.

David gave the Raim Bull's chin a final affectionate pat. The massive creature leaned forward, nuzzling him in gratitude before retreating into the magical grassland.

As David and Rove exited through the arc-shaped door, they froze in their tracks. Standing before them, arms crossed and expression stern, was Tina.

"What are you two doing here?" she demanded, her voice as sharp as a hex.

David and Rove exchanged panicked glances. "We, uh... we were just checking on the animals," David stammered.

"And these?" Tina held up a stack of letters—evidence they had carelessly left behind.

"Oh... those... they, uh, might've slipped out of Grandpa's pocket?" David offered weakly.

"Really?" Tina's tone dripped with skepticism. "Then go wake him up. Now."

Both boys paled. They knew there was no escaping Tina's wrath, and they would soon have to answer to their formidable grandfather as well. With a resigned sigh, David muttered, "Sorry, Grandpa... it's up to you now."