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Naruto: Uchiha Shiroge Rebellion
"They're waiting for you, Newt," the female voice said.
Newt stood up and came face to face with Leta Lestrange.
Leta was beautiful and smiling. Newt quickly stuffed the button and Pickett into his pocket.
Newt at this time was also very young, with a green and embarrassed smile on his face.
The elderly Newt stared at them blankly, a long-lost shine in his eyes.
A black cat lay on his shoulder, staring intently at the two of them.
"Leta... what are you doing here?" young Newt asked.
"Theseus thought it would be good for me to become part of the Ministry family too," Leta replied.
"Did he actually say 'Ministry family'?" Newt asked, feigning casualness.
Leta let out a soft laugh. Then, they walked forward along the corridor in tacit understanding.
The atmosphere gradually became tense; there seemed to be a lot of history between the two.
"Theseus was disappointed you didn't come to dinner. We asked you," Leta said.
"Well, I've been busy," Newt said.
"He's your brother, Newt, he likes spending time with you. And so do I," Leta said.
At this moment, Newt noticed Pickett climbing onto his lapel and lifting the pocket on the chest of his jacket.
"Hop in, Pick," Newt whispered to Pickett.
Pickett climbed in comfortably.
"Why do strange creatures love you so much?" Leta smiled.
"There are no strange creatures—" Newt said seriously.
"—only blinkered people," Newt and Leta said almost simultaneously.
They smiled again.
"Do you remember how long you got detention for saying that to Prendergast last time?"
"Come to think of it, I think it was a month."
"I set off a Dungbomb under his desk so I could join you, remember?"
As they talked, they could already see the two imposing, grim doors leading to the meeting hall.
"No, I don't remember that."
Those were Newt's last words.
"She was my best friend, maybe I once..."
The elderly Newt had completely lost control of his emotions. He was like a child, helpless and desolate.
"You once loved her," the black cat finished the unspoken words for him.
"Maybe..." the elderly Newt looked nostalgic.
"Her mother died in childbirth, and her father didn't love her, which made her childhood difficult;
"I once saw her Boggart... it was a baby sinking in water.
"Later I learned that her brother died accidentally because of her, leaving her unable to shake off guilt and self-loathing for a long time.
"She was convinced she had killed her brother and was an evil monster.
"But despite that, she was still a polite and considerate person.
"Well, because neither of us fit in at school, we—"
The black cat knew, so they formed a deep friendship.
This friendship made the old Hufflepuff senior willing to take the blame for Leta and face expulsion, and also made Leta resolutely go to her death.
...The scenes of memory flowed again.
This was a place like a cemetery, with fifty Aurors standing outside.
Their faces showed tension, even fear, and a few clearly showed a desire for battle and revenge.
Inside the cemetery.
A white-haired wizard was giving an impassioned speech. His voice had a special magic that made people unable to stop themselves from agreeing.
"The moment has come to take our rightful place in the world where we wizards are free. Join me, or die."
Just as he was about to continue, the memory distorted again. The black cat turned to look at Newt; it seemed the old Hufflepuff senior didn't want him to see this.
So a few seconds later, the scene changed abruptly, and the wizards had already started fighting.
The white-haired wizard conducted the fire like an orchestra, the Elder Wand his baton, tongues of flame striking those Aurors attempting to Apparate or flee.
Six or seven Aurors ran towards him through the fire in panic.
The result was naturally death.
"Mr. Scamander! Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?" the white-haired wizard said to Newt and Theseus.
He threw large streams of black fire, and Theseus and Newt could only struggle to defend themselves.
Just when they were about to be unable to hold on, Leta appeared.
"Grindelwald! Stop!" she said.
"I think I know who this is."
Grindelwald stopped. He walked through the fire towards Leta. Theseus and Newt struggled to get closer, desperate to reach Leta's side, but were powerless.
"Leta Lestrange... Despised by wizards, unloved, mistreated... yet brave. So very brave.
"Time to come home."
He held out a hand to Leta.
Leta suddenly looked at Theseus and Newt.
"I love you."
The subsequent scenes were a blur of colors. The black cat only knew that Leta released a spell that exploded a skull, interfering with Grindelwald.
Newt and Theseus were then able to Apparate away.
"I hate Paris," the black cat heard Grindelwald say at the end.
"Is that enough..."
The black cat heard the elderly Newt's hoarse voice, his eyes looking at the black cat almost pleadingly.
"Sorry, Mr. Scamander."
The black cat lowered its eyes.
They were once again stepping on the white ground.
"Bastet, this is war," Newt murmured.
"Destroying everything, tearing everything apart... What good is it to fight the most terrible wizard in the world? Just to save some innocent lives.
"A few less broken families, a few less tears and sorrow, this is something that must be done no matter what."
He fell silent, watching the black cat turn the black stone on its neck three times like a toy.
"Follow me, Mr. Scamander."
The black cat jumped off Newt's shoulder.
The Resurrection Stone was summoning Lady Leta, but she seemed too far away, or perhaps the connection between Sean and her was separated by a layer of Senior Newt, so she didn't appear immediately.
But the black cat thought that if it summoned Lady Helena, she might arrive in a moment.
So, the black cat could only lead Newt through the mist-filled Borderland. It could feel that the other party was getting closer and closer.
"Am I going to see her?"
Newt seemed to have sensed something too and began to get uneasy.
"Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
The black cat was puzzled.
"Dear Bastet... you don't know, she, she makes my heart explode like fireworks.
"Stuttering, incoherent, are the prices of contacting her."
Newt was like an old storyteller. Unlike other wizards, he thought he was telling a story to a god.
If the god understood the wizard's story, perhaps the wizard's pain would be relieved.