"Looks like this was another idealistic kind of magic..."
"What? Idealism?"
Apparently, Newt did not know about the portrait attacks at Hogwarts.
Seeing Newt's baffled expression, Cypher told him what had happened in Hogwarts' outer courtyard.
"I was a failure. I barely paid attention to whether the sun was shining or not, because I had no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't well educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.
"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't like socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"I spent three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of going outside to endure the unusually bitter winter wind.
"Finally, I found a job. Working night shifts at a hospital, watching over the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors were unlit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling from the rooms to see where I was stepping.
"The place smelled awful. Every so often, a dead person would be delivered stuffed inside a body bag, and we would help carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wanted to come to the morgue unless a body had to be brought in or taken away for cremation. Of course, I didn't have enough money to buy books yet, and I couldn't see any hope of saving