Chapter 797: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 343

He could no longer avoid it.

Newt heard the floor creaking, as if something was running;

Newt heard this sound getting denser and closer;

Newt was stunned.

Something was pressed against him, with a warm body temperature, with a rich, rose-like fragrance.

Something cold dripped onto his neck, itchy, making one inexplicably think of the ice surface outside that never thaws.

"Thank you."

He heard someone saying.

He tried hard to hear clearly, wanting to remember the perception of this moment forever.

But it was a bit late; the boundary didn't welcome guests like him.

Newt lowered his head; in the final moment, he could only let some deposited things turn into water droplets and fall to the ground.

He opened his eyes suddenly; the wooden house was still that wooden house, the three Fwoopers had become one, its black fur was stained with white snow, and something like a slate was emitting a faint fluorescence on its chest.

The mist was forcibly suppressed by it.

The two people in the wooden house hugged again after nearly a century; when they separated, they knew that nothing could separate them again.

The boundary has dusk and dawn, but it is never dark; it is always white, with mist surging.

"We will eventually meet in a place without darkness."

Leta said.

So the world was turned upside down again; wizards immersed in dreams eventually have to return to reality.

Dorset.

The elderly Newt looked distractedly at the faintly brightening horizon.

Something jumped out from the depths of his heart, sometimes like a curled-up little snake, casting magic in the deep snow, sometimes like a gentle dove, whispering cooingly on the white window.

He picked up a notebook on the table, the pages filled with a black cat, and he decided to name this book "Dreams and Gods," and inevitably, involuntarily, took perfecting it as the last important task in his life.

"The black cat that travels between the boundaries of life and death, the master of dreams that appears and disappears in the mist...

I have always believed that it is secretly spying on the wishes of wizards, perhaps it doesn't know, but it always brings good luck to wizards...

Ancient wizard legends are not entirely false, and the source of dream stories eventually points to a black cat that can speak.

And those things closed by the daylight will eventually be brought to us by the dream black cat."

Newt was writing a preface for the book; he turned his head and could see it raining in Scotland.

From sparse to vigorous, it fell to the ground, contacted the earth, until the morning sun rose, and returned to the sky.

It eloped with the earth for a short while.

Although the day will always brighten, the night is long enough.

Boundary.

Only a black cat and a beautiful witch remained here.

The mist will expel guests, but it will not expel the owner so quickly.

The black cat can always stay a little longer than the guests it invites.

Just as it said, this is its dream.

But the black cat cannot control when the dream closes.

Just like now, a mist thread suddenly became thicker, and it stayed unpredictably.

Leta was not lost; she was tidying up the broken cabinet window to the sound of snow outside.

She repaired the wooden door and discarded the broken bowls.

She occasionally looked at the wooden table and could see the cat fighting with the pumpkin pie under the illumination of the fireplace fire.

Its white whiskers were stained with sweet pumpkin juice, and it was directing the knife and fork with its paws.

She smiled brilliantly, just like the pure Gabriel outside.

She brushed the crumbs off for the black cat, letting it stay on her shoulder.

On this bright day, she took off everything.

She burned her regrets, so her dream became transparent; she threw away those yesterdays, so her steps became light.

She traveled in the garden, busy pruning branches among the blooming Gabriel flowers.

A hummingbird stopped on the honeysuckle.

There is nothing in this world she wants to possess.

She knows there is no one worth her envy.

Any misfortune she has suffered, she has forgotten.

Thinking that the former her and the current her are the same person does not make her feel embarrassed.

In her, pain rarely disappeared for the most part.

Straightening her waist, she saw the blue sea and the shadows of sails.

On her shoulder, the cat seemed to be asleep; after eating the pumpkin pie, it seemed very sleepy.

Leta knew that suppressing the mist took a lot of effort from the messenger of good luck.

So in this trivial daily life, she suddenly touched the fragments of eternal happiness.

She slept exceptionally peacefully that night.

After all, tomorrow is another new day.

There is another 3k chapter tomorrow morning ===== CHAPTER 798 =====