Newt hesitated for a while for Jamini's request, but finally sighed and took Jamini to the basement.

There was an old suitcase in the corner of the basement, and Jamini raised an eyebrow. He had seen this thing in the movie.

Although it looks no different from an ordinary old suitcase, Jamini knew that there was a lot of space in this box, enough to hold a castle.

Sure enough, Newt opened the box and signaled Jamini to follow. The two of them went down the box and came to a small wooden house.

Walking out of the wooden house, you will see a wide space.

However, although it is wide, there are no living creatures. It seems that the magical animals in the box have already been relocated.

Newt took Jamini to a room surrounded by a curtain. In the center of the room, a deep black mist floated.

Jamini hasn't seen Momoran with his own eyes.

In addition to the performance in the movie, the others have only been seen in the book.

But no matter whether it is from a movie or a book, the feeling of being realistic is not to be intuitively faced.

At first glance, this black fog seems to be nothing special, but if you stare for a long time, you will feel a mysterious and profound force that seems to be calling you.

"This box was used to travel around the world when I was young, but naturally I can't use it now. The little guys in the box have also been moved to a better place in the environment, but this thing... I kept it here." Newt sighed.

"I don't know what kind of abilities and confidence you have, but I still hope that you can start taking action after considering it thoroughly."

"Thank you for your advice, Grandpa Newt." Jamini nodded.

Then he took two steps forward and leaned closer to observe the silent silence in front of him. After looking for a while, Jamini frowned and reached out to pinch his chin: "You just said... the birth of this thing was because of the qualitative change formed by the little wizards suppressing magic, but it also had to be accompanied by quite serious negative emotions. Is that true?"

"That's right." Newe nodded: "This is the reason why silently uncontrollable. In that case, it is not easy for children to grow up to regulate their own emotions. The more out of control the emotions, the more severe the silent riot."

"In other words... just the suppression of magic can't form this thing, right?" asked Jamini.

"It should...is." Nate nodded: "I have found some documents, like you, wizards in ancient times thought of using this power, but obviously, they failed..."

"What's the reason?" Jamini turned his head.

"Just as you guessed, simple magic of suppression is not enough to form silence... Actually, it's not a good reference." Newt pursed his lips: "It's better to say that they have no idea how to start."

"I guess... let's try it out, try to feel this power first." Jamini thought for a while, and then he looked at Newt: "To be safe, we'd better stay away."

The two returned to the cabin at the entrance of the box. After Jamini confirmed that something was wrong, he could take Newt away as soon as possible, his clone reached into the black fog.

Straws of black mist wrapped around the clone's arms. In the wooden house, the meridians at the corners of Jaminie's eyes were raised and her pupils were snow-white.

"It doesn't seem to have the desire to attack?" Jamini said in confusion: "I thought the clone would explode immediately..."

"Is it possible that it is looking for a carrier?" Newt, who was standing next to him, analyzed: "This is the only silent I separate, and the only silent I separate in the world. In essence, leaving the host, it is a magic power without self-consciousness, and needs to act with the host's will."

"I guess...it should be." Jamini's eyes were still staring at the black fog: "It's getting smaller and disappearing little by little. If you guessed it was right, then it should have regarded my clone as the host."

Soon, in Jamini's sight, the black mist disappeared, leaving only the clone standing still.

Jamini and Newt returned to the small house and looked at the clone curiously.

"How do you feel?" asked Jamini.

"How should I say it..." The clone organized the wording: "It feels like there is a very depressing force, but I can comfort it for the time being, but if I want to use this force... I feel like I will explode."

"Is it quiet?" Newt asked.

"No, it's not quiet, a little restless." The clone shook his head: "Quiet is only temporary. It follows my will, but it does not follow completely..."

"I guess it should be the influence left by the previous host?" Newt speculated.

"It should be that I can feel its emotions, fear, sadness, pain..." the clone thought: "And it seems to be strengthening itself through my magic..."

Newt frowned immediately: "This is not a good thing. If it is strong to a certain extent, you will never be able to suppress it anymore, and it will explode when it is."

"It's okay." The clone waved his hand and looked righteous: "If I die, there will be thousands of people who stand up!"

"So before you explode, practice your control over this power more." Jamini said lightly.

"Can you please stop robbing my lines?" The clone had no expression on his face.

Jamini rolled his eyes, there were quite a lot of clone scenes.

"But there shouldn't be any need to worry about me blowing it up for the time being..." The clone pinched his chin and thought: "It's not necessarily a bad thing to absorb my magic. Do you remember the emotions I just felt?"

"That's because of the magic of the previous host. The host's emotions remain in the magic, right?"

After thinking about it, Jaminillo understood.

"So your magic contains your emotions. After the influence of the previous host disappears, this silently will be controlled by your will. The core of building its existence is your emotions... As my clone, you are the same as myself."

"And Moran explodes with the host's mental state. My emotions themselves are not rich and my emotions have always been very stable, so Moran, composed of my magic, is easier to control..."

The clone gave Jamini a thumbs up: "It's worthy of being my body, I'm so smart and smart."

"Theory...yes, this method is indeed possible." Newt thought for a while, then shook his head with regret: "But it's a pity, this method does not apply to others. Your own magic is higher than that of ordinary people, with strong physique and strong willpower. These are all factors that inhibit silent explosions. You have enough time to instill your will in it, but if it were someone else..."

"Will you die soon?" Jamini asked tentatively.

"It's not only fast, but also very ugly to die..." Newt nodded: "If you've ever seen someone who died silently..."
Chapter completed!