Chapter 18: The Suitcase's Secret
The Forbidden Forest chamber was a damp, ancient crypt, its air thick with the scent of moss and weathered stone, glowing runes pulsing faintly on the walls, their light mingling with the forest's whispering hum . Newt's sanctuary, hidden for decades. Leo knelt beside the suitcase, its worn leather warm under his fingers, the radiant seal humming with a power that sent shivers down his spine. This is the key to everything. His beast-speaking stirred, sensing the suitcase's magic, a chipped twig at his knee grounding his anticipation . He spoke, not with words, but with magic, channeling his connection to the rats, owls, and hippogriff, his voice a silent plea of trust and respect. The seal clicked, its light flaring like a sunrise, and the suitcase opened, revealing a glowing orb nestled on shimmering silk, its radiant pulse banishing the cave's damp chill. The Beast Echo's heart. Hermione gasped, her voice low and reverent, her robes dusted with moss from the trek.
"This is beyond magic."
Alchemy, the cure, the truth. The air shimmered, a script pulsing in his vision, bold and vibrant.
[THAT'S THE CURSE'S CORE. ALSO ITS ANTIDOTE.]
A heart animation pulsed, its beat steady and bright. Leo muttered, awe surging through him like a tide.
"Core? We'll use it."
This is our miracle, for the petrified, for justice. Neville fumbled a magical herb, its leaves meant to aid the seal, his voice nervous but earnest.
"Seal helper? Oops."
His awkward laugh sparked a ripple of amusement . He's one of us, heart and all. A frayed vine swayed at the cave's entrance, grounding their resolve as the runes flickered in sync with the orb's glow. Enid's eyes shone with hope, her scarf brushing Leo's arm, her voice soft but determined.
"We can save them all."
She's right—Pixel, the students, everyone. Anticipation burned in Leo's chest, urging action, the orb's warmth a promise against the cave's chill. Agnes's wand sparked, her voice playful.
"Let's make this glow mean something."
She's our spark. The chamber's hum intensified, urging them to act, the orb's light a beacon of possibility.
Leo touched the orb, its raw, powerful magic surging through him, sparking a vivid vision that pulled him into the past. He saw Newt Scamander, pale and strained, clutching a dimmer orb in a dusty room, the air thick with the sharp tang of blood and ink, a faint echo Black Thorn conspiracy. A Ministry official, his face a cold mask of betrayal, held a murky vial, his voice chilling and deliberate.
"The Beast Echo will be our weapon. It will control the undesirable."
Newt's voice was raw, desperate, his eyes wide with anguish. "You can't! It's not a weapon! It's a living thing! It's a part of me!" The official poured the liquid into the orb, its light twisting into a sickly, angry red, pulsing with malice. Newt collapsed, his body wracked with pain, his cry echoing as the official's cold, triumphant laugh filled the room. The vision faded, the orb's golden light steady in Leo's hands, its warmth grounding him back in the cave. They betrayed him, turned his legacy into a curse. Anger twisted in his gut. He quipped, his voice raw with bitterness.
"Ministry's always been shady."
Wednesday's fists clenched, her voice a dangerous rumble, her dagger glinting faintly in the rune-light.
"We'll make them answer."
She's our blade, sharp and ready. A chipped rune flickered on the wall, grounding their shared fury, the cave's hum tying to the shutdown's dark secrets. The group nodded, their agreement a silent vow, their unity forged in the ruins and the Great Hall. We'll expose them. Hermione's eyes blazed, her voice steady.
"This is our proof."
She's our mind. The orb's glow pulsed, urging action, the vision's weight heavy in the air.
Back in the Iago Tower dormitory, the orb glowed like a beacon on the scarred table, its light casting warm, dancing shadows across warped mirrors, the air thick with cedar smoke and the sharp bite of ink from scattered quills. The cure, the truth, our weapon. Hermione's voice was resolute, her quill scratching out plans, her robes smudged with ink from their war room .
"This orb can cure everyone. We'll undo the curse and expose the Ministry's lies."
She's our strategist, planning our rebellion. Leo's beast-speaking sensed the orb's hum, amplifying his power. "Strength—unleash." The group's voices overlapped, planning a return to the Great Hall, their words charged with purpose . Enid giggled, easing the tension, her scarf catching on a table edge.
"Orb party incoming?"
Leo grinned, his sarcasm a spark of light.
"Best party ever."
She's our heart, keeping us grounded. A chipped goblet rolled across the table, grounding their resolve, its surface catching the orb's glow. The air shimmered, a script pulsing, bold and urgent.
[THAT ORB'S A GAME-CHANGER. DON'T BLOW IT.]
A warning animation flared, its sharp lines a stark reminder. Leo quipped, tempering his resolve with humor, his voice steady.
"Blow it? Never."
We'll end their lies, for Newt, for the Outcasts. A frayed parchment scrap fluttered in a draft, urging action, the orb's glow a promise of justice and healing. The System's final warning pulsed, heavy with the weight of their mission.
[BIG PLANS, BIG RISKS. DON'T SCREW IT UP.]
We won't. The dorm's barriers hummed, the orb's radiant light a beacon for the fight ahead, its pulse steady as their resolve.
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