Chapter 792: Leta Lestrange

"Do you think death can separate people, dear Bastet?"

Newt traveled through the thin mist, through the trees, through the fields, through the lakeside.

Some cold, transparent, shining dots drifted in the white land.

It started to snow in the boundary.

The black cat's agile figure in front paused.

It turned around and jumped onto Newt's shoulder. The road ahead was already clear. They only needed to follow the winding path forward, and the wooden house surrounded by Gabriel flowers was their destination.

"Will those we love truly leave us? Or rather, when we face a choice, will we remember them particularly clearly?"

Newt liked to talk more with the black cat, not just because of the current tension and embarrassment.

"Perhaps the opposite is true, death can bring wizards closer... especially for those who were separated before death."

The black cat said, its whiskers twitching.

Newt smiled as if shy.

Bastet looked like a student reciting an answer, but he couldn't help but feel satisfied.

Bastet, who commands dreams and travels through life and death, is willing to understand the emotions of wizards; nothing is more worth looking forward to than this.

"We are almost there, Mr. Scamander."

The black cat's emerald pupils had the ability to penetrate the mist, and in a dizziness and haziness of colors, it said quietly.

"Ah..."

Newt hurriedly looked forward upon hearing this; in a white land, a small house with smoke rising from the chimney appeared abruptly.

It stood on a soft and vast coastline, and the lush Gabriel flowers filled the entire embankment.

The small house was in the center of this Gabriel field, surrounded by layers of milky yellow stamens.

The light fragrance of grass and trees drifted into the black cat's nose, and also made Newt a bit dazed.

Leta seemed to be returning from a long journey, and the black cat could sense that she had just returned to this house.

In front of the door, Newt carefully bypassed those soft flowers, his hand reaching out and pulling back to knock on the door.

The black cat lay on his shoulder, watching him repeat this process constantly and slightly.

"Timid Mr. Scamander, even approaching happiness will make him hurt..."

The black cat said quietly.

"Sorry, dear Bastet, please don't urge a mortal heart anymore."

Newt said shyly.

The black cat jumped off Newt's shoulder in embarrassment, and now the timid Mr. Scamander seemed even more nervous.

Until the black cat began to study the small door on the wooden door, until the black cat realized that this was a door left for it, Newt still remained motionless.

"When else is there, other than when approaching happiness, that makes one feel happier?"

The black cat could understand this, but their time was not abundant.

Guiding a soul into the boundary is strenuous, not to mention materializing the Pensieve and the Resurrection Stone.

"I have to urge you, Mr. Scamander."

The black cat said. ===== CHAPTER 793 =====