Chapter 610

Wampus cats, as the mascots of Ilvermorny, have eyes that can see through lies and can also silently hypnotize intruders.

Therefore, throughout history, generations of Ilvermorny students have had the thought of taking them away upon seeing them.

Regarding this matter, there had even been successful precedents, which made the young wizards' enthusiasm even higher.

Moreover, the animals in the Ilvermorny forest are free, and their staying or leaving is entirely decided by themselves.

Here, even the Pukwudgies are only employed.

This point is quite different from the house-elves of Hogwarts.

The house-elves of Hogwarts are almost slaves to wizards.

And the Pukwudgie is a type of magical creature from Beimeizhou; they are short, have gray skin, and long ears, and are distant relatives of European goblins.

This creature appears in many North American indigenous folk stories, especially in the folk stories of the Wampanoag people.

It is usually two to three feet tall, humanoid, but with larger noses, ears, and fingers; its gray, smooth skin sometimes glows. Its magical abilities include suddenly disappearing and appearing, turning into or partially turning into a porcupine or a cougar, and setting fires... and also using bows and arrows.

It's probably just small spells like Apparition, Transfiguration, and some fire spells.

Ilvermorny is able to employ quite a few Pukwudgies to provide security and maintenance services for the school because of the existence of the Pukwudgie "William"—this Pukwudgie is very famous among the population.

The kind of treatment Sean and Mr. Scamander received, having food delivered, is very rare.

Now, under the beech tree, Newt's tilted head leaned slightly forward; he still underestimated the popularity of young wizards among the Wampus cat population.

The time it took him to gain the trust of the injured Wampus cat was over a month long; only after long days of living together did Delilah accept him as a family member.

But for Green, in a flash, he had an illusion... the young wizard was just like a Wampus cat.

"The second one to be taken away..."

Headmistress Herrera said listlessly,

"Dear Newt, do Hogwarts wizards have a unique charm bonus for Wampus cats? Or do Scots?"

Newt smiled; among the three of them, Eugenia Herrera was always more active, and it was she who had worked hard to bring him and his wife Tina Goldstein together.

"Mr. Green will be a good choice."

Newt said softly, as if telling Herrera not to worry too much.

"The Wampus cat's eyes are much brighter than mine; my eyes don't glow at night."

Headmistress Herrera smiled.

"Eugenia, Tina has missed you for a long time."

Newt paused for a moment before saying.

"Then you'll have to make her come in person; you know, official duties are pressing."

Headmistress Herrera spread her hands as if helpless.

In the wizard's hut, the fireplace bathed the entire wooden house in a layer of honey color.

The Wampus cat lay on the floor of the wooden house, its yellow eyes staring straight out the window; in the woods, a few small birds would occasionally fly up.

Sean waved his wand, quickly transfiguring a nest, and laid a thick blanket in the small nest, just a short distance from the fireplace.

Ifa, that is, the Wampus cat, agreed to the name Sean gave it and curiously lay into the nest.

The time inside the hut is actually no different from the outside world, and now it is also the time when the stars are twinkling, so Sean sat in front of the window, carefully checking the section on Wampus cats in "The Monster Book of Monsters."

After Ifa moved into the wizard's hut, his biggest goal for coming here was accomplished.

Subsequent steps only require understanding Ifa and making Wampus cat biscuits.

Compared to this matter which didn't have much difficulty, Sean was more concerned about another matter—that is, the perfection of the Wizard's Book.

The current Wizard's Book actually only has one area.

Sean named this area consisting of fields, wooden houses, and streams the Initial Plain Area.

And what about the follow-up?

Sean discovered that it was completely impossible to stuff another area here; this was not only because the internal space was insufficient, but more importantly, two different spaces would conflict, leading to instability inside the Wizard's Book.

At this time, it is necessary to use a Separation Spell, a spell that isolates different spaces, to perfect it.

But Sean hadn't learned this yet, and Mr. Scamander was already about to leave.

The Wampus cat was already fast asleep; its guard against Sean was minimal, and most of the time, it was curious why Sean didn't have yellow eyes and thick fur like it—it completely regarded Sean as a companion.

Sean waved his wand, let the fireplace jump over a part and close the door, and then walked out of the Wizard's Book.

The Ilvermorny forest was still quiet, with the occasional sound of branches breaking.

Sean walked in the snow, and the night wind blew against his scarf.

He felt that he should confess his actions to Professor Tela and Headmistress Herrera as soon as possible; after all, the Wampus cat is the mascot of Ilvermorny, and taking it away like this doesn't look very good no matter how you look at it.

The second thing to do is to rely on the Soul Relic... I hope Senior Newt sleeps early tonight.

On the way back to the stone house through the path, the young wizard could still see the Pukwudgie William curled up sleeping next to the Isolt statue, its big mouth open, and its smooth skin faintly glowing.

The fire in front of it had burned out; Sean summoned a fire salamander to light the fire and then left this place.

And in the distance.

Newt also parted ways with Headmistress Herrera.

A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth—although he never doubted Headmaster Dumbledore, he still inevitably felt curious about a young wizard—how could he build his own Undetectable Extension space within a week and take away a Wampus cat?

But facts proved that a week was actually too long...

When Newt returned to his residence, the moonlight stretched his shadow very long. By the warm fireplace, on the soft bed, three Kneazles were waiting for him to return, sleepy-eyed.

Just as he arrived at the house, the leading Kneazle, Hoby, grunted and curled up in his arms to sleep.

He took off his old brown trench coat stained with wind and snow and quickly entered dreamland... the only strange thing is that at this time, Ilvermorny was actually getting foggy.

I don't know how long it had been, Newt opened his eyes and slowly turned around on the spot; the surrounding scenery seemed to materialize before his eyes.

This is a vast space, bright, clean, and there is a dilapidated building right before his eyes.

That is an old Victorian-era residence, with a sign that says "Children's Home" hanging on the wooden door.

A black cat... no, a Kneazle, was lying right on top of the sign, looking at him with emerald eyes.

"Mr. Scamander."

The black cat said.

Newt's intuition told him that this place was very complicated and he should be extra careful, but his attention couldn't help but fall on the talking Kneazle.

Too interesting.

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he brought a genuine smile.