Chapter 795: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 342

There was a clattering sound from the kitchen; Leta was carefully preparing something.

The black cat looked at Newt with a look that Newt couldn't understand; when Newt was looking at the black cat blankly and inexplicably, it had already darted into the kitchen.

"Dear Bastet, or should I call you, the black cat that masters good luck and dreams?"

Leta's hand directing the pots and pans paused, and she asked it.

The black cat shook its head, not knowing which title it was denying.

"What are you sizing me up for? When did such a bad wizard come to the boundary?"

Leta mobilized the pots and pans; at this time, the black cat noticed that this place seemed to have been destroyed by someone; some bowls were broken, and some cabinets were missing door panels.

This was the first time the black cat found traces of soul fighting in the boundary.

What it didn't understand was, what else could hurt a soul?

"The opposite of what you described."

The black cat jumped onto the table.

"Nobody here likes me either, perhaps you haven't liked me either."

Leta was still busy; she opened the tattered oven.

"That's not right. I never thought you were bad."

The black cat said.

"Then you're the exception, everyone else thinks I'm bad; they're right, I'm very evil."

Leta's voice was very light.

"Lady Lestrange, there is no one who should not be forgiven, including yourself. Even if you have sins."

The black cat said.

"Are you comforting me?"

Leta smiled.

The black cat neither admitted nor denied it; it just jumped onto Leta's shoulder, accompanying her to watch the snow on the window melt in the heat.

"No wonder people like you."

Leta sighed.

The black cat raised its tail inexplicably.

"But you can never understand wizards, dear Bastet.

Unless you are like me, exactly the same."

Leta had never thought about discussing these things with a wizard, but standing on her shoulder now was a cat.

Her eyes were a bit unfocused.

For so many years, those past events had repeatedly appeared in her nightmares.

That was the night in 1901.

In the cabin. Child Leta woke up in the lower bunk, her brother, the baby Corvus, screaming in the crib.

The light suddenly turned on and then off—child Leta didn't move, she still looked at the screaming baby Corvus.

Figures ran past in the corridor outside the door. Child Leta walked toward the crying baby Corvus; she noticed the door of the opposite cabin was slightly open. Baby Credence was sleeping inside.

Child Leta slipped in quietly and swapped the two babies.

"I never thought about hurting him, I just wanted to get rid of him temporarily, just for a little while..."

The black cat opened its vertical pupils with Legilimency ability and heard Leta's mature voice.

The ship in 1901 suddenly began to pitch. Child Leta's mother snatched baby Credence, and in the chaos, did not discover that the baby had been swapped.

The cabin door was suddenly kicked open again, and outside was a young woman with black hair, wearing pajamas and a life jacket.

Credence's mother rushed in, slipped into her cabin, and picked up baby Corvus, also not discovering that the baby had been swapped.

Child Leta, Irma, and baby Credence were in a lifeboat.

Credence's mother and Leta's brother, baby Corvus, were in another lifeboat.

A huge wave surged, and child Leta watched helplessly as the lifeboat of Credence's mother and baby Corvus was overturned.

Several survivors appeared on the water surface, including Credence's mother, but not baby Corvus...

Credence's mother took off her life jacket and let herself sink into the water...

She did not surface again.

Child Leta's gaze penetrated the sea surface, passing the drowned woman, and could see the black outline of a drowned baby.

The drowned baby fell in the greenish seawater and finally hovered in the tomb.

Leta materialized this illusion. It haunted Leta for a lifetime, and at this moment she showed it to the black cat.

"This is not your fault."

The black cat said.

"Then whose fault is it?"

Leta was asking.

"In the face of disaster, no one is at fault."

The black cat was silent.

"I am a monster, dear Bastet. What Newt met was a monster he couldn't love."

Leta didn't seem to intend to go out; she put the dried fish in front of the black cat and just looked at the black cat like this.

"Thank you, but I am not a cat."

The black cat said, pushing away the fish with its paw.

"Oh, well, great master of dreams, messenger of good luck, Bastet who symbolizes war and family, are you going to enjoy my offering?"

Leta smiled.

And the black cat suddenly realized that they were in love.

Leta and Newt, in those hazy, obscure moments they spent together at Hogwarts, love was born.

"Grandma Milan said..."

The black cat spoke, and Leta couldn't help but focus her attention on it,

"When she was young, she didn't understand how contradictory human nature is, didn't know how much affectation there is in sincerity, how much baseness is hidden in nobility; perhaps, virtue can also be found in evil.

Some people see evil, and some people see virtue."

Leta was silent; she tilted her head slightly so that her cheek could touch the black cat's whiskers.

"You have learned many truths of wizards, some people know many truths, but cannot be a good wizard."

Leta sighed after the silence.

"You should tell him."

The black cat said.

"Tell him what?"

Leta asked.

"Tell him you are very guilty."

The black cat said.

"But he should hate me."

Leta was a bit distracted.

"He never hated you."

The black cat realized that the two had gone in a big circle.

"I am very grateful to you, we both are, but you don't have to comfort me."

Leta obviously didn't believe it.

This made the black cat silent for a while.

Mr. Scamander chose silence at that time, while Leta chose to escape because of her cowardice and guilt at that time.

Two sixteen-year-old wizards could only leave behind regrets that could never be spoken.

Let it be buried with the love that had no chance to grow. ===== CHAPTER 796 =====