Chapter 794: Newt's Regrets (3k)

The fire was crackling, and the cat on the table was curiously burying its whiskers into a glass bottle. The butterbeer foam was breaking, and snow was accumulating on the ground.

"You look too old."

Leta raised her butterbeer mug, the light yellow liquid obscuring Newt's face.

"Hmm."

Newt also didn't look directly at Leta, just answering.

He seemed to want to say something, but when it really came to this moment, the words he had hidden for many years couldn't be spoken.

"You should have been angry with me."

Leta looked at the hazy white outline of the distant mountains and said.

"I've never been angry with you."

Newt's tone sounded very stiff.

The two fell silent, which made the black cat feel that their languages were not connected.

Its head shook slightly, and it probably understood the beginning and end of the story.

The old Hufflepuff senior once helped Leta take the blame and was eventually expelled from Hogwarts.

But Leta didn't have the courage to tell everyone the truth at that time.

Even many years later, Leta still thought Newt should hate her; she caused him to be expelled from Hogwarts and caused him to not even find a decent job.

If it weren't for the Transfiguration professor Dumbledore opposing the school's punishment, Newt might not have been able to keep his wand, just like Hagrid.

And a wizard without a wand, the outcome is imaginable.

This makes it not hard to explain why the old Hufflepuff senior's life was so miserable.

According to what he said, one of the reasons he wrote "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" was:

"Augustus Worme of Obscurus Books commissioned me to write an authoritative manual on magical creatures.

At that time, I was just a low-level employee working at the Ministry of Magic, so I was eager to get this opportunity, first to increase my weekly salary of two Sickles, and second to take a world tour to find new magical species to pass the holidays."

A weekly salary of two Sickles is definitely not enough for a wizard living in the Wizarding World.

Not to mention that the old Hufflepuff senior always had the ideal of traveling around the world and exploring magical creatures.

Snow drifted onto the window of the wooden house, and after being hit by the fire of the fireplace, it turned into water and dripped into the white flowers.

Leta went to the kitchen.

And Newt was hesitant to speak, and finally could only look at the cat.

The black cat was drinking butterbeer; its posture was a particularly interesting one; it opened its mouth wide, letting the butterbeer flow into its mouth along the tilted cup, not like a normal cat.

Newt couldn't help but smile, and then just kept looking at the cat.

"If you want to say something to Lady Leta, please say it."

The black cat put down the wine glass.

Newt was silent; facing the black cat's question, he felt he didn't know how to speak.

"Your time is running out."

The black cat watched the mist gradually become thick; it was rising on the coast, in the garden, and in the fire of the house without knowing it.

The boundary was driving people away.

The black cat counted the time and found that the time it stayed in the boundary was a bit longer.

It understood that it was highly likely the legend that suddenly appeared in the boundary.

But it's really strange, it seems too easy for a wizard's soul to fall in love with something in the boundary.

For example, an ethereal rumor, a cat in the rumor.

The black cat looked at Newt with its green vertical pupils, and Newt felt as if he had been seen through.

He felt he could resist, but he was always honest.

"You should tell her."

"Wh, what?"

"You don't tell the truth in your heart either."

"What?"

"Mr. Scamander..."

"Dear Bastet, please don't make me go in circles anymore."

"I mean, your heart is really complicated."

"Wizards' hearts are all complicated."

"Lady Leta is very guilty."

"Why?"

"You are..."

The black cat understood; the old Hufflepuff senior was too upright and kind; he voluntarily bore the consequences of his choices and never resented anyone.

But Leta didn't think so.

That is to say, the old Hufflepuff senior could only realize that there must be a misunderstanding, but he didn't know the key.

And Leta naturally had no face to talk about it.

What made the black cat realize even more was that this might be a conversation that was a lifetime late.

No wonder Mr. Scamander was so persistent. ===== CHAPTER 795 =====