Chapter 617

"Will—"

Sean called out.

"I am here, respected Mr. Green."

Will walked out from behind the statue at the door at some point, looked at the statue with envy, then turned to Sean and lowered his head.

"We signed an employment contract."

Sean was silent for a while and said.

"Master William said, the greatest root of stupidity always lies in not knowing oneself. Will is your butler, nothing else, just a butler—please just give Will orders."

Will still said with his head lowered.

"Can you take me to the snowfield in front of us?"

Sean could only look at it and say.

"With pleasure!"

Will raised his head joyfully.

So they traveled to the distant snow-covered mountains; Sean first expanded the interior of the Wizard's Book, making it reach four hundred and fifty square meters.

Then he started to intercept space here and moved them all into his Wizard's Book.

This step was very strenuous because the difficulty of space expansion becomes harder the further you go; after all, while expanding space, the wizard also needs to maintain the stability of the existing space.

Fortunately, they set off in the afternoon, so Sean still had some time.

Snow fell softly, falling on treetops, falling on rivers, falling on the head of a rabbit at the entrance of a snowfield cave.

Until the rabbit finished gnawing the carrot in its paws, a young wizard finally reopened the Wizard's Book with satisfaction.

At the entrance, it was still a plain, with yellow and pink flowers growing on the green velvet grass, filled with the smell of damp soil;

On the left side of the plain was a small stream, winding past a small wooden house; the wooden house had bright windows and a smoking chimney, and a sign hung on the door: Wizard's Hut.

And on the left side of the hut, it was very different.

Here, a space as large as the woods was first opened up, followed by a slightly undulating hill surrounded by bushes—Sean really couldn't move a snow mountain—covered with thick snow, and rabbits poked their heads out.

After the space was arranged, Sean quickly used the Separation Spell to isolate different spaces.

The purpose of doing this is to ensure the independence of the two spaces, thereby better casting the Weather Spell.

In the process of expansion, Sean fully felt the fun of magic.

For example, the Weather Spell; a wizard cannot directly create wind and snow, but if you first imagine a cloud, then the snow falls by itself;

For example, the Separation Spell; a wizard cannot directly make a separation, but as long as you put up a sign, make a fence, or surround it with a circle of bushes, then the separation is very easy.

After completing the transformation of the space, Will respectfully handed over a cup of black tea; while Sean was drinking tea, Ifa curled up at his feet, then ran to the snow to have fun.

【You have gained the closeness of the magical creature Wampus cat (Ifa) with an expert standard, closeness +50】

【Magical creature Wampus cat (Ifa): relatively close (introductory level) (870/900)】

Ifa's closeness to him rose very fast, already reaching the last step of closeness.

But the time needed to cross this boundary would be longer; emotion, after all, is not something that can be measured at will.

"I will stay here, respected Mr. Green, helping you take care of the space inside the Wizard's Book is one of my jobs.

When needed, please call me."

Will looked at the bed with thin sheets and the lifeless kitchen; it seemed that some instinct had been activated.

"Thank you for your help, Will."

Sean said in a very soft voice.

"Master William said, from the moment the contract is established, the Pukwudgie will offer absolute loyalty... everything for Master Green."

Will performed a chest-supporting salute.

Sean seemed to have some understanding of the loyalty of Pukwudgies; while pondering, he also walked out of the space inside the Wizard's Book.

Ilvermorny was always snowing, the distant mountains were all white, and occasionally owls flew by.

There were always people having snowball fights on the snow of the castle, and the wizards were playing freely here.

Sean met Professor Tela in the snow.

"We are about to set off, my dear disciple, using... a dragon."

Professor Tela said with a smile.

Sean looked up at the professor, a bit confused. Did the professor mean... a dragon pulling a carriage?

This is a serious violation of the Statute of Secrecy; in a non-essential state, Sean is not used to breaking the law.

"Mr. Scamander has some dragons that need to come out to stretch their wings, and I happen to be able to provide some reliable concealment magic barriers."

Professor Tela seemed to be talking about some trivial matter, just as if the concealment magic barrier that could avoid the investigation of the Magical Congress of the United States of America and the British Ministry of Magic was as common as the garden gnomes in a wizard's garden.

"I understand."

Sean nodded. Although it sounded very unreliable, in fact... it was also unreliable.

It's just that with Professor Tela and Mr. Scamander here, it seems there is nothing to worry about.

"Then, let's go."

Professor Tela blinked, then looked into the distance; Mr. Scamander was slowly walking over carrying his suitcase.

"Mr. Scamander."

Sean said.

"Mr. Green."

Newt responded shyly and with extra daze.

It was also at this time that Sean heard loud breathing in the Ilvermorny forest not far away.

He guessed this was the dragon.

Sure enough, they then walked toward the woods that made the sound.

When the dense forest moved behind Sean, Sean saw the scene that had been hidden—

Two very fierce-looking adolescent dragons were locked in a paddock made of thick wooden boards, standing on their hind legs, making a dull sound, puffing and puffing—balls of flame shot from their open, fanged mouths toward the magic barrier, their necks held high, and their mouths were fifty feet off the ground.

Behind them was a carriage about the size of a small house.

"Henry, Lucky, they will stretch their wings completely for the first and last time under my gaze, crossing the ocean—performing the wing-spreading ceremony, and then return to the Hebrides."

Newt was clearly just speaking shyly, but his eyes revealed the joy and reluctance of sending them off.

The adolescent dragons stopped breathing fire after Newt approached, instead looking at Newt with large, narrow eyes.

Clearly, it is absolutely impossible for dragons to be completely tamed, but Mr. Scamander's dragons could always make Sean feel a lot of liveliness.

"I'm glad you can attend their wing-spreading ceremony."

Mr. Scamander laughed, and the dragons also spread their wings at the same time.