[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-413":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hogwarts Learning Panel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2250651,4210,"Chapter 413: Good Luck Is Knocking","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-413",413,"\u003Cp>A dream that exists for you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words left Hannah frozen in place; she gazed at his sleeping profile, then turned her head—Mr. Black Cat was nudging the dream dumpling, slowly drawing it closer to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, like sentient beings, over seventy mist dumplings drifted from beside the black cat and floated to Hannah’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could see that her companions, each faintly, had reconnected to her with a thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who had argued just yesterday, even those who hadn’t spoken in a week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sleep grants the wizard’s soul freedom; reality and distance impose no barrier…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What daylight closes, dreams will return to us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Said the black cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it knew the hidden connections between the little wizards’ dream dumplings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw Susan, Ernie, and Neville…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprised, Hannah eagerly observed the dream dumplings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through these dumplings’ images, she could see her friends’ dreams—how strange!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One, two, three… seventy-six…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She counted on her fingers; the final number made the black cat’s ears twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had received its answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Will you answer my remaining questions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will you appear in the castle again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After observing, Hannah asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have always been here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Said the black cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Merlin—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah’s face flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We… we held a large event during the Valentine’s break, with seventy-seven people attending… will you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah’s voice grew very soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wonderful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah looked up as the black cat drew the mist dumplings back, letting them settle near the Victorian building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, have sweet dreams.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat flicked its tail; a faint mist dumpling floated over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, as Hannah had asked: whose dream was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hannah’s? Or the black cat’s?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, both were correct—though as the dominant force, it more closely resembled the black cat’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was evident in how the black cat could easily manipulate the mist dumplings, steer desires, and extract wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two abilities were the magical components of a wizard’s soul, the foundation of a wizard’s existence in the Threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as now, the black cat guided pleasant dreams toward Hannah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little witch would have a good dream tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the black cat did not know—she was already dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I ask you one final question?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the mist rose, Hannah asked nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat, leaping from the mist dumpling, nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you always be here? When will we find you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps sensing departure, Hannah’s voice grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will leave only when no one needs me anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Hogwarts, wizards always find that those who ask for help are always helped.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat thought, then said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of its tail, Hannah vanished into the mist, feeling unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Threshold grew whiter and whiter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat followed a particular thread, weaving through the endless veil behind the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It understood the origin of those threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared to be a special ritual, forging bonds between the little wizards and itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventy-seven people—that peculiar number—must be the key to the ritual’s magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough wizards generated enough magic, forged a unique faith, and established a profound connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This connection must be deeply tied to the greatest magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wizard Sean still did not grasp its core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only ponder, speculate…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat’s form grew more agile, its speed increasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unraveling magic’s secrets always stirred his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several minutes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the black cat halted at a peculiar place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once a lakeshore, quiet yet slightly desolate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, a small cottage stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke curled from the chimney; the wooden walls bordered a front yard blooming with flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat stepped curiously into the yard and noticed several peculiar objects placed before the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rusted sword, embedded with gems, stuck into the ground; colorful plants curved in a line along the wall; and a fine staff carved with serpentine shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat entered the garden, where raised pumpkin vines bore copper-bottomed pots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hanging from the pots were twisted ferns and vines; as the black cat passed beneath them, they tried to groom its fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat thought this garden resembled one planted by Helga Hufflepuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Helga’s basement held similar peculiar plants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it studied, the black cat reached the wooden door, raised its paw to knock—then noticed a small door beneath it, inscribed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【For the Black Cat Only】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Helena, did you hear that? It’s the Lucky Black Cat knocking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice emerged from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat paused at the door, motionless—it knew entering through the small door was impossible; it was a wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in, dear Druid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m an Animagus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Said the black cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, a familiar figure opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Helena.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat’s whiskers trembled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena’s once-gray form had solidified; Wizard Sean could see her blue eyes, her blue gown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You see, Green—because of you, part of me is no longer trapped in gray. It has color.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat froze, flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It finally stepped inside the cottage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it did not see that, just after it entered, a wizard passed by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a book, eyes wide, mouth agape, watching the entire scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His quill never stopped, scratching on parchment:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Yes, I, Wizard Rite, have always believed the story of the Lucky Black Cat is true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no wizard ever knew how to wait. Now, Wizard Rite understands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wizard of the Threshold, at any time, must leave a small door for a closed wooden door—there, luck enters.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Rite did not leave; he held the parchment as if it were a sacred relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at the garden—he remembered having been here before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, there had been no cottage, no garden; now, fireworks seemed to burst in his mind, and he quickly wrote:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Once, this place was barren, lifeless. But after it came, flowers bloomed everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Rite thought: to have flowers is to have luck.】\u003C\u002Fp>",991,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dcec27f420125b7f531e5af6fbfd25fd61aa9a9a9420ef66c234e873f6d36d55","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-414","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-412",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]