Chapter 815: Report

Verifying this point is not difficult.

If 【Wisdom】 is an extension of the wizard's internal 【Order】, then reality should change according to the wizard's heart.

This means that if Sean could reshape a spell, change its magical power, and find different external laws, then he could prove that the wizard's path relies more on 【Order】 than on external 【Wisdom】.

For example: if Sean could force the Lumos spell to change according to the previous spell pronunciation and gestures, turning it into a Strong Light spell or something, and then find the spell pronunciation, magic text, and gestures that better fit the Strong Light spell, he could prove that it is the wizard who is changing the world, not the wizard who is catering to the laws of the world.

Oh, what a wonderful thing; it will be difficult, or even completely wrong.

But Sean's joy was not disturbed in the slightest; exploring the deeper mysteries of magic always makes wizards feel passionate.

Sean felt a long-lost enthusiasm and calling, just like reading the books of Master Libatius Borage in the middle of the night, feeling the guidance of deeper magic, feeling the wizard race's non-stop exploration and trekking.

The quill stopped, and the roast lamb in front of him was still steaming.

Sean let out a long breath, and then looked at today's newspaper.

【New work preview by Master Scamander, who has stopped writing for many years—you don't know about this? Merlin, how dare you say you are a fan of Master Scamander?】

Sean had a bad premonition; he brought the newspaper closer and could see Mr. Newt smiling shyly in the photo.

The magical radio on the long table rang at this time; Sean would occasionally use it to study the possibility of combining magic and science, but now it made a different sound than before.

At any time, the radio seemed to be telling the trivial matters of celebrities:

For example, the Weird Sisters were attacked by music fans during their performance in Durmstrang today; for example, "A Cauldron Full of Hot Love" sung by the famous witch singer Celestina Warbeck was plagiarized...

But just like any other time, when the radio started broadcasting normal news, this news would be an important piece of news for a period of time.

The last time Sean heard important news was on Professor Tela's radio; at that time, he had just returned from the International Alchemy Convention, and the entire magical world was clamoring about a name;

The last time Sean heard important news was Lockhart's arrest; the second Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was still imprisoned in distant Azkaban.

At this moment, the radio rang.

"Will this be your last book, Mr. Newt?"

What came out of the radio was a female voice suppressing excitement.

"... Yes."

Sean only spent one second to recognize that this was the shy old senior from Hufflepuff.

"Just now you said..."

"Gods might exist."

"What amazing news! If gods exist, what do they look like?"

"A black cat."

Sean was silent for a while, then turned off the radio.

He looked up; there was no sound of talking at the high table at this moment.

"Why don't you turn it on?"

Dumbledore blinked at him.

"If you request it."

Sean placed the radio on the table, and Dumbledore smiled even more kindly.

At this time, the scene was very harmonious; the young wizard was listening to the report with trepidation, while a group of old wizards were watching with interest, and gathered around the radio, sitting together at a long table.

Some professors were interested in Newt Scamander, the master of magical creatures, while some professors were completely the opposite.

"A black cat? What kind of black cat?"

The radio continued to ring.

"A black black cat."

"Hmm..."

Sean heard the host holding back laughter.

"Wizards, Mr. Newt confessed that our god is a black cat..."

Sean suspected that the host must have received professional training, otherwise she would definitely not be able to hold back her laughter at this moment.

"No."

"What did you say?"

"God is not a black cat; that is just its appearance. God is not necessarily a god; it might be a powerful magical creature.

Our impression of it is like Muggles' impression of magical creatures; they cannot understand magic, so they cannot understand magical creatures.

We cannot understand more powerful magic, so we cannot understand gods."

"You mean..."

"In the not-so-distant days, I met it just like meeting a powerful magical creature in my childhood.

If I were the first wizard to meet a Diricawl, I would think it was a god that could teleport; if I were the first wizard to meet a Demiguise, I would think it was a god that could disappear instantly."

"So, when did you meet it?"

The host seemed to be attracted, and she asked with slight nervousness.

"When I needed it. Ms. Brena, have you ever dreamed?"

"Of course, Mr. Newt, I had a wonderful dream yesterday."

"Dreams make our fantasies possible; in dreams, we can even cross the boundaries of life and death. This is what I met.

Under its guidance, I crossed the boundaries of death and conducted a great adventure.

I wrote everything into the book and called it:

The Master of Dreams and Mist, the Bridge between Life and Death, the Symbol of Eternal Good Luck—"

Newt paused.

"What is its name?"

The host asked slightly nervously and eagerly.

"I didn't ask."

"Oh! Mr. Newt!"

Now even the professionally trained host couldn't control her emotions.

"However, I call it Bastet; I hope it likes my name."

The sound of the radio ended there.

There was no follow-up just because Sean had quietly slipped out of the Great Hall.

He didn't expect that after Mr. Scamander turned back, he actually wrote a book.

His current feeling was like the Peach Blossom Spring discovered by the Wuling man; he had an impulse to regret and never let him enter the Peach Blossom Spring again.

"Dear Bastet?"

In the corridor, the old wizard passed by the young wizard with a smile.

"Oh, dear Bastet, heavens, what an interesting name; I have to write him a letter..."

Even after the old wizard left, his laughter still filled the corridor.

Sean sighed and spread the newspaper.

He still had important things to look for in the newspaper.

In the "Daily Prophet," a huge amount of space was spent telling Mr. Newt's wonderful adventures from different angles, and other reports only occupied a small amount of space.

Sean looked very carefully before he found what he had been looking for.

【Ministry of Magic employee wins giant prize】

Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, won the annual "Daily Prophet" Grand Galleon Prize. ===== CHAPTER 816 =====