Chapter 612

The black cat seemed to have some kind of great power he couldn't imagine, capable of accomplishing this.

"You miss her very much?"

The black cat didn't understand. He didn't know who this person was.

"It's us."

Newt was a bit distracted.

After a long time, he was willing to admit that he was the first person to capture Gellert Grindelwald.

Before this, like all sad people, he endured the pain brought by war.

Leta Lestrange, his best friend in childhood. Even now, a photo frame with her picture is always placed in the work shed of his magical suitcase.

He would not forget, 1927, Paris, France, Père Lachaise Cemetery.

At that time, Leta Lestrange had already become Theseus's fiancée. Also in this year, Leta sacrificed herself at Gellert Grindelwald's rally in Paris, using a powerful spell to destroy Grindelwald's skull-shaped hookah, distracting Grindelwald so that he and Theseus could escape. And Leta herself was swallowed by Grindelwald's flames.

It was also her death that finally made them determined to fight the terrorists who ended her life to the end.

"She is my friend, and also Theseus's fiancée. She died to save people, died in the war... and war only brings despair, tearing apart every family that should have been happy."

Bastet, who symbolizes war and family, do you understand?

Newt didn't say the last sentence, just explained slowly.

He knew this was a dream, so in the dream, he didn't completely bury his emotions.

He was lost, injured. The ritualistic arc at the corner of his mouth first stiffened, then, as if unable to bear the weight, slowly and irretrievably dropped.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulder sink; it was the black cat, which had jumped onto his shoulder, staring at him with emerald eyes.

"I will try my best... um, stay a little longer."

The black cat said.

And Newt would feel that even gods, perhaps, would have emotions.

"What do I need to pay?"

Newt asked softly with his hands behind his back.

"Some knowledge."

The black cat grabbed its tail, not letting it swing around.

"Happy to help."

Newt slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Sometimes Newt would feel that gods are also interesting, although he originally didn't believe in gods—of course, he doesn't believe in them now either; he just treated today's dream as a powerful magic, and this kind of magic is obviously grand and scarce, so it's not surprising that the existence that performs this kind of magic is regarded as a god.

Besides this, he had also read "Dream Stories" and knew that only the legendary Merlin could do this.

And now, such a miracle had descended upon him, so it always made him feel dazed.

Especially, this is a cat that is working hard to learn space magic; this... is too interesting.

Various mist clusters floated around, and the clean, bright space was all white.

The wizard's magic suddenly failed here; only wisdom could be presented through the mist clusters separated from the head.

The black cat's understanding of this is—knowledge, desire, obviously symbolizing the wizard's rationality and sensibility; these two points have also been presented in magic and faith.

Therefore, the rules of the boundary are to present the components of wizard magic. And wizard magic, in Godelot's exposition of "Magick Moste Evile," is explained as existing in the wizard's soul.

Thus, wizards have ghosts and can also enter the world behind the veil; this is because magic exists in their souls.

Only when magic is completely stripped away, that is, when the soul forgets emotion and wisdom, will it get lost, that is, pass away.

This is the rule of the boundary.

The black cat seemed to have some realization, and its thoughtful appearance fell into Newt's eyes, making the corners of his mouth start to curl upward uncontrollably.

Finally, the fog rose.

The black cat also knew how to use the Separation Spell, and all that remained was practice.

He also learned the Weather Spell, which is a type of meteorological spell, so it prepared to open up a snowfield, or a snow mountain, inside the Wizard's Book?

If he could lift a mountain...

"Goodbye, Mr. Scamander."

The black cat shook its tail, counting as a farewell.

"I am willing to come here at any time, of course, I hope it is your invitation."

And Newt was smiling.

The black cat's whiskers trembled, obviously having understood this joke.

"Wizards have long lives."

The black cat said.

Mr. Newt was still alive at least in 2017; after all, at that time, he was still writing the preface for the new edition of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

Ilvermorny Origin Hut.

The quill got up earlier than Sean, and it wrote down the words with a scratch:

【Five minutes, remarkable progress】