Even in previous lives, there were still many areas on earth that humans had never set foot on.弮
Not to mention that in this era, there are places that can only be entered with magic power.
At the foot of a mountain not recorded on Muggle maps, there is a cliff that sinks into the mountain.
No human has arrived here for a long time.
Even the traces of previous human paths have disappeared amid the erosion of wind, sun, and biological activity.
The year-round tranquility here was finally broken today by two "uninvited guests"...
rustle--
Outside the mountain is the tropical rain forest.
A gust of wind blew, and the leaves made a rustling sound.
However, Xifa was not in the mood and did not care about this pleasant environment.
At this time, his eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be a trace of bloodshot eyes.
It seemed that he was unwilling to find out nothing.
However, no matter how hard he used his dragon eyes, he still could not find any trace of magic power left.
The breeze kept blowing, and the leaves on the crowns of the trees from the rainforest behind kept rubbing, making a rustling sound again.
The flowers and plants in front of me are swaying in the wind, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
A feeling of dizziness suddenly came to Xifa's heart.
Too much force...
Awakened by side effects.
Only then did Xifa reluctantly close her dry eyes.
It's impossible. He can't even see the slightest trace of magic power. How did Newt know that this is the entrance?
"Newt, what makes you think the entrance is here?"
Xifa gave up and chose to ask Newt. He was rubbing his eyes and mumbling.
He believed that Newt found the right place, even if he didn't find any traces.
That must be something I have overlooked, or maybe... I can't imagine...
Newt was not with Westfall at this time.
At this time, he was busy outside the cave.
Xifa didn't receive a reply for a long time, so he couldn't help but look back.
He was curious why Newt didn't answer his question when he was clearly not in danger.
When Xifa turned around, what he saw was this picture.宮
I saw Newt spreading his legs, bending over, as if shaking a rag, and shaking something black.
Every time Newt swung, a lot of shiny things flew out in all directions.
Xifa glanced at it and saw that it was a Sniff.
Those sparkling ones...seem to be gems!
Could it be that a wild Niffler came to steal Newt's things and he discovered it?
I must have thought wrong. How could Newt carry so many gems with him that have no other use than just looking good...
However, the probability of Newt encountering a magical animal causing trouble is comparable to Conan encountering a murder case!
Following Newt along the way, fortunately we were in the air, and there were ultimately fewer magical animals that could fly.
Otherwise, the time spent on the road alone would probably be several days longer...
Seeing that Newt is still obsessed with what he is doing.
Xifa turned up the volume and called Newt again.
This time, Newt finally heard it, or in other words, his brain finally stopped selectively ignoring it.
Newt stopped what he was doing, straightened up, and turned to face Xifer.
When Newt faced Xifa, the true appearance of the Sniffer on his hand was also revealed.宮
Oops! It’s the one Newt raised, but where did it steal so many gems?
On the way here, it was obviously a bare rocky road.
But by this time things had changed drastically.
Sparkling gems are scattered on it, forming an alternative cobblestone road!
good
This guy is indeed the best treasure hunter. Isn't Xiu Xiu's ability to make money too strong?
Wait, so many gems?
Could it be that Newt found this place by sniffing?
Xifa's thoughts began to swirl.
It is said that dragons like shiny things.
Perhaps these gems are defective products sacrificed to the dragon.
I don't know why it was left here.
Then with the help of time, he concealed his figure.
Now, Xiu Xiu has helped them find themselves again...
Ding-bell-bang-clop-bang
A strange sound awakened Xifa's consciousness.
Newt no longer moved Sniff up and down, but he kept tickling its belly with his two fingers.
It seemed that Xiu Xiu had been scratched to an itch, and his whole body was twitching continuously.
At the same time, the remaining gems and metals in its pocket completely flowed out.
A small hill of isosceles height was piled up next to Newt.
"You guy, why do you put everything in your pocket?"
"Hey! Xifa, did you call me just now? I see you are in a daze, so let's deal with its problem first!"
After teaching Xiu Xiu a lesson, it was natural to soothe his injured heart.
Newt said hello to Xifa while stroking its head.
"Uh! Yes, Newt. Did you find this place based on sniffing?"
Xifa pointed to the Sniff in Newt's arms to verify her suspicion.
"no!"
Newt answered without hesitation, and the sniffing and mosquito-repellent incense eyes on his hands finally became normal.
Seeing that the watch on Xifa's wrist was shiny and precious, it reached out again and tried to put it into its pocket.
Before Xifa could do anything.
Newt held the incorrigible Niffler upside down and relaxed his hand naturally.
"Do you want to know how I found this place? Didn't Professor Dumbledore teach you this trick? You didn't let me tell you before, I thought you wanted to practice this skill..."
Seeing Xifa's reaction, he was a little confused. Newt understood something...
He smiled shyly, not caring at all that Xifa was secretly competing with him.
Taking advantage of this time, the holding Xiu Xiu turned over his belly, looked down at his master, and confirmed that Newt's attention had been attracted by Xifa. He quickly turned his attention to the pile of top-notch gems above his head.
Quietly, he stuffed the very small number of gems he had at his fingertips back into his pocket.
However, it is in Newt's hands.
Can't you see or feel the change in the weight of your hand?
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As the world spun around, it stared at Newt again.
However, this time it decided to be tough.
It started to negotiate with Newt with its teeth bared.
"You said that if you discovered this, it belongs to you?"
"But how can you prove that this is an ownerless thing?"
"We told you before when we ventured into tombs or ruins that these things belong to the property of the owner here. It is enough for us to take away the hidden history and necessary things."
"What, is there a gem mine down there?"
"I see. Did the overflowing magic power cause the stones here to change?"
"No wonder Xifa couldn't find anything, all the overflowing magic power was consumed..."
Finally, after some negotiation.
Newt compromised.宮
He let Xiu Xiu retrieve the gems.
You can imagine if all these gems were carried into the suitcase by Xiu Xiu.
The simple little golden nest will be transformed into a golden castle!
"Okay, finally let go of this clingy, willful guy."
"The next step is our private time."
"First of all, Xifa, when you were studying with Professor Dumbledore, did you attend his private parties? Especially about art appreciation."
Looking at Xifa with a confused look on his face, Newt understood something.宮
"Professor Dumbledore didn't invite you? Is it because he is too busy?"
"It's unlikely. After all, you've also stayed at Hogwarts for two years. You can't fail to catch up once..."
"It seems like the professor is really sure that you can't learn this trick..."
"Looking for traces of magic, how much did the professor teach you? Show it to me."
It seems that in his normal behavior, Dumbledore discovered what he was not interested in...
Could it be that it is really an abstract painting?
Xifa couldn't help but grinned and showed an ugly smile.
"I wonder if you think the professor should give this magic to me..."
Taking a deep breath, Xifa closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a faint blue fluorescence filled the area around his pupils.
This kind of magic can still be performed because the magic power is mobilized in the body and has no effect on the outside world. In other words, this is just the strengthening of one's own organs by the magic power.
Moreover, this magic will not overwork your eyes.
Just make sure the magic input is stable.
Looking at the stable and clear luster in Xifa's eyes.
Newt clicked his tongue and sighed. He told Xifa that he had traveled all over the country and used this magic countless times, and his proficiency was only a little higher than that of Xifa.
"However, this magic is not as effective as my dragon pupil. The professor also admits this." The only advantage is probably that long-term high-intensity use will not cause side effects like the dragon pupil.
Xifa put away the fluorescent light in her eyes and looked at Newt, waiting for him to answer her question.
"Professor Dumbledore must have told you that magic will definitely leave traces. Your understanding of traces is that it will definitely leave residual magic, right?"
Hearing this, Xifa nodded quickly, indicating that he indeed thought so.
Moreover, in this regard, the professor did not teach him any more skills.
Newt was silent for a moment, his brows furrowed under his bangs, as if he was wondering why Professor Dumbledore only gave half of the explanation to Xifa.
Traces of magic, it is said that a long time ago, when Dumbledore and the Dark Lord were on good terms.
The two discovered that the traces of magic were something deeper, and it was also a relatively popular style in the Muggle world.
This was also the beginning of the disagreement between the two.
The former praised that art really does not distinguish between races. As long as there is wisdom, everyone has eyes to appreciate beauty.
The latter believes that this wonderful art cannot be imitated and developed by despicable people...
No, why are you thinking about this? Think about it, why can’t Xifa see it?
Unless, he didn't study at all...
Thinking of this, Newt understood clearly.
Not long ago, Xifa was asking himself with a map...
Okay, just to confirm again...
"Wait me a moment..."
In this case, I had no choice but to demonstrate it to Xifa... in a more obvious way.
"Where to begin..."
Newt thought for a while and was about to dictate, but then he remembered that Xifa didn't seem to be sensitive to abstract paintings.
Therefore, in Xifa's sight, he opened his mouth, lowered his head and took out the wand without saying a word.
Xifa was about to complain about what Newt had to hide, so he acted like the Riddler if he disagreed.
Before his words came to his lips, he saw Newt pull out his wand and waved it lightly at the stones everywhere on the ground.
The fist-sized stone not far away flew in front of Xifa, while twisting and stretching into a piece of parchment, which was about four times the size of ordinary parchment.
"Look, this is what we looked like when we first arrived at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the entire mountain!"
Xifa looked carefully and nodded slowly.
Compared with the previous piece of parchment with distorted lines, this image, which is comparable to that taken by an ultra-high-definition camera, is simply two extremes.
"Note, the sun is here at this time... But if the sun comes here..."
As Newt's wand tapped the parchment, the light effect of the portrait on the paper began to change over time.
"When we first came here, we acted separately. You were looking for clues in the mountains, and I..."
"Rest where you are and watch me explore around aimlessly?"
Xifa looked at Newt with resentful eyes.
"Uh... it's not important. What if you discover the details that I overlooked?"
Newt laughed and quickly revealed the matter.
"When you came to drive at noon, what happened to the lines on the mountain peaks?"
Xifa opened his eyes wide, observed carefully, and at the same time compared it with the pictures in his mind at various times.
Seeing Newt's true expression, Xifa shook her head slightly.
"I knew it..."
Newt let out a long sigh.
"Xifa, it seems that Professor Dumbledore doesn't teach you this method, it's that you haven't even touched the most basic threshold..."
"What threshold is required for this?" Xifa was a little confused.
"It's just that... you are not sensitive to color stripes at all." Newt organized his words and gave an explanation carefully.
"No, I'm still very sensitive to colors!" Xifa looked suspicious, as if to say, you're kidding me.
"Let me show it to you!"
As if he couldn't explain it clearly, Newt simply decided to use actual pictures to show Xifa what he saw and thought.
"First of all, we need to extract this time frame! I'm still almost there. If I were a professor, he wouldn't even need to know the time when magic is cast!"
Newt sighed as he tapped the parchment, and the rapidly looping timeline was suddenly set at ten minutes noon.
"First of all, we have to ignore the trees and weeds on the mountain..."
In the picture on the parchment, the green color disappeared instantly.
"Remove the cute (animal)..."
"Remove natural traces..."
"Remove the gravel..."
As Newt continues to wave, the colors in the picture gradually become monotonous.
In the end, only a mountain-shaped boulder was left on the parchment.
"At this point, can't you even see it?"
Xifa looked at the scene in front of him carefully. The sun shone on the mountain from the twelve o'clock direction, leaving almost parallel lines of light and shadow one after another.
Afraid that he might really miss something, he rarely even zoomed in on the picture to observe.
However, in the end, he shook his head.
He really couldn't see any clues or patterns in this distorted picture composed of earthy yellow, golden yellow and shadowed black.
Why?
Newt was sure at a glance that the depression with no magic left in front of him was the entrance to the secret realm!
Xifa was angry in his heart. If he could not learn this skill, he would ignore many hidden things!
By the way, why didn’t Dumbledore take him through the process like Newt?