Chapter 564: Second Soul Reincarnation

Perhaps every cat has a tail it needs to tame.

For quite a while, the black cat was trying to find the trick to getting along harmoniously with its tail.

Watching this scene, the corners of Harry's mouth slowly lifted slightly. He was surprised to find that his frustrated mood had dissipated quite a bit.

"Mr. Black Cat,"

Harry spoke again. When worries no longer drowned his reason, he finally sorted out his thoughts.

"I can speak Parseltongue."

The black cat put down its tail, turned to look at him, and then nodded.

"Voldemort can too, and Slytherin could too. I must have some terrible dark magic power……

I will become a very terrible person. The Sorting Hat wanted to sort me into Slytherin. Everyone knows that Slytherins are all…… bad people."

Harry lowered his head, and a huge mass of fear and confusion enveloped him.

The black cat jumped onto Harry's shoulder and scraped the mist symbolizing fear off Harry's head—the Borderlands always had these mist clusters. Wizards who delved deep into their own souls would surely encounter them. They would mislead wizards, or worse, they would change and dominate wizards.

"Not all Slytherins are like that, Harry."

The black cat said, having already thrown the mist cluster far away.

This—was his Borderland.

"You mean……"

Harry looked at this scene in amazement.

That mist cluster contained an image of himself laughing cruelly—this place could actually turn fear into a physical entity, and the great spirit of the castle could even expel it!

"Slytherin, likewise, has many great people."

In the black cat's emerald eyes, there was a human-like look of recollection.

Harry didn't doubt its words at all.

"But you are not a Slytherin. The Sorting Hat wanted to sort you into Slytherin; it perhaps saw some Slytherin skills in you.

Some of the many qualities Salazar Slytherin valued highly when he carefully selected students. Some of his own rare talents, Parseltongue…… resourcefulness…… strong will…… and a certain contempt for legal rules.

But the Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor. Do you know why that happened? Perhaps you can think about it."

The black cat displayed a unique and mysterious temperament. It seemed to know everything, seemed to understand everything, yet it wasn't arrogant at all.

Harry felt it must be a wise man, a wise man as humble and approachable as Headmaster Dumbledore.

Perhaps…… it knew even more than Headmaster Dumbledore. It was, after all, the spirit of the castle evolved over ten centuries of Hogwarts.

"The reason it put me in Gryffindor,"

Harry said in a hesitant tone,

"is because I suggested not going to Slytherin……"

The black cat nodded, its eyes showing a human-like look of satisfaction. Harry felt a sense of being encouraged.

"Exactly. This makes you very different from Tom Riddle. Harry, showing our true selves is our own choice, and this is more important than the abilities we possess."

The black cat said, the satisfaction in its eyes even greater.

It pulled the mist cluster, and as this mist floated over, Harry actually saw himself pulling out the Sword of Gryffindor inside it.

Harry was stunned on the spot for a moment, unable to move at all. ===== CHAPTER 565 =====