Chapter 619

"Very glad to see you in the dream, lovely Bastet."

The black cat knew Newt was truly very happy; its whiskers trembled:

"Good evening, Mr. Scamander."

"You look very troubled?"

Newt said with a shy smile, leaning closer quietly.

How was this seen... the black cat didn't understand but felt it was powerful.

Until it noticed its own busily swinging tail, it quickly pressed the tail down with a paw.

"I forgot some things, very important things."

The black cat said while pressing its tail.

"Some magic might play a small role... like Occlumency."

When Newt suggested, he leaned closer again.

The black cat's emerald eyes shone a bit, but Newt's next sentence made its eyes dim.

"Sorry, I am not an expert in this area either."

Newt said; he was already about to lean to the side of the black cat's tail.

"Mr. Scamander, you look very troubled too?"

The black cat said suddenly, making Newt pause slightly.

"Lovely Bastet, you have eyes that see through everything."

Newt admitted.

"May I ask—?"

The black cat was interested; from the moment Mr. Scamander started driving, Sean noticed the worry between his brows.

Doing this wasn't hard. After all, in the days at the orphanage, his observation of people was fully exercised.

In a few minutes, when Newt spoke of his worries as if chatting with an old friend, the black cat's whiskers shook violently, and its tail broke free from the paw, swinging gently.

Mr. Scamander was worried about the share of fairy tale biscuits—

"This is easy to solve."

Before the thick fog rose, the black cat said.

Now it was Newt's turn to be surprised; he cast a shy, cautious, and curious look. He only saw the black cat leap and disappear into the rising fog.

"Don't worry."

Newt finally heard this voice.

So, when he slowly woke up, he could only look into the distance in a daze.

He seemed to have underestimated the weight of this great existence.

After Newt woke up, it was already early morning.

The carriage was drilling into the clouds. A few minutes later, the carriage rushed into the dazzling sunlight.

Entered another world.

The wheels flew skimming the soft sea of clouds; under the dazzling daylight, the sky was bright blue, boundless.

"Lovely... Bastet."

Newt murmured in a daze.

And when Sean woke up and opened the window, he seemed to have entered a mythical dream.

This is undoubtedly a fantastic way to travel: sitting in a sun-filled dragon carriage, traveling between swirling, tower-like white clouds, the compartment is full of a table of big meals made by Will.

You can also imagine that they will slowly descend from the sky and stop steadily on the big lawn in front of Hogwarts castle soon.

So in the clouds, Sean started to record the dream time this time.

Below him, New York was soon left far behind, replaced by flat green fields, then vast purple swamps, villages one after another, the churches in the villages were like children's toys, followed by a busy big city, countless vehicles like dense colorful ants.

Sean looked out the window and wrote slowly:

【Ten minutes, progress too fast, what is the reason?】