Chapter 575: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 243

"Mr. Black Cat! But, how could it be, why did I faint?"

The black cat didn't speak, but put its ink-colored, fluffy paw beside its whiskers.

Harry felt it was very wonderful; Mr. Black Cat was telling him not to speak.

Soon he knew why.

A sound, from the unformed void around, reached his ears:

The small thumping sound of something constantly flapping, swinging, and struggling.

This sound made one feel pity, and at the same time, it was a bit sordid. He had a very uncomfortable feeling, as if he were eavesdropping on something secret and shameful.

Harry turned slowly on the spot. The scenery around was still a vast space, bright and clean.

It was empty here, as if only he and Mr. Black Cat were here.

Suddenly—he recoiled.

He saw the thing that made the sound.

The shape of that thing was a naked child, curled up on the ground, its red skin very rough, looking like it had been skinned, lying under a seat, abandoned, thrown there messily, struggling to breathe.

Harry was very afraid.

Although that thing was petite, weak, and injured, he didn't want to get close to it.

However, he still moved over a little bit, ready to withdraw at any time.

Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn't have the courage to do so. He felt like a coward.

He should comfort it, but that thing disgusted him.

"You can't help."

The black cat said.

Harry turned around abruptly. The black cat was walking toward this side.

Its emerald eyes were flashing.

Harry's connection with Voldemort was deeper than it had imagined. Just by separating the two, Harry fell into a coma, and Voldemort was directly near death.

But it just so happened that this was what Sien wanted to see.

"What is that, Mr. Black Cat?"

Harry turned his head to look at the injured little life shivering under the chair over there.

"It is something we are all powerless to do anything about."

The black cat said,

"He is most afraid of coming here, and now, I have invited him over. No matter how powerful the magical power was in the past, Harry, everyone is equal in this place."

The black cat stared at that cluster of life. At this moment, Harry felt that Mr. Black Cat was brighter and more complete than this cluster of life to a very deep level.

Mr. Black Cat was solid, lively, and carried wisdom and erudition.

And this cluster of life was pitiful and disgusting.

"Is this…… Voldemort?"

After a long while, Harry asked.

"Harry, you are an excellent wizard."

The black cat said.

Harry hurriedly buried his head. He didn't know if he would blush here. If he would, his face must be like a red apple now.

Harry always liked it here; he even loved it here.

Mr. Black Cat always appeared when he needed help. Although it always said things he couldn't understand, it didn't make people feel confused.

Because when he encountered difficulties and thought deeply, Mr. Black Cat's words were like a faint and firm lamp in the dark night.

Language…… is truly an inexhaustible resource in the magical world. It can both cause harm and repair the soul.

"Harry, look."

The black cat pulled a mist cluster, and that weak life was sucked into the cluster—the scene mapped by the cluster was a terrible wizard, and he was ruling the entire wizarding world.

But once Harry observed it away from the cluster, he could only see Voldemort's pitiful and ridiculous fragile soul.

"In the world of souls, getting lost is very natural."

The black cat said.

The life behind them twitched, groaned, and finally disappeared completely into the mist.

Harry sat for a long time.

Finally, just like snowflakes falling gently, Harry slowly realized what would happen next:

"You destroyed it? Mr. Black Cat?"

"It chose to die. This soul cluster in your body, even in the soul world, can clearly hear his wailing.

It has no love, Harry, therefore it is powerless to choose life. And a wizard powerless to choose life must choose death."

The black cat said.

"Then what about me……"

Harry muttered to himself.

The corners of the black cat's mouth lifted, and its whiskers trembled.

Harry saw it looking so interesting and lively for the first time, which made it not have such a distant distance from him.

"Harry, you are far less afraid of returning here than he is."

The black cat said.

Harry felt that Mr. Black Cat saw him as too powerful, far beyond what he thought of himself.

When the mist completely shrouded this place, Harry thought silently that Mr. Black Cat must be his favorite magical creature in the wizarding world.

Sometimes he really wanted to…… touch it……

One of Voldemort's Horcruxes was destroyed.

The black cat's pace became much lighter, and the time it could stay in the Borderlands increased by two seconds, because of a thin mist line that had become stronger on Harry's body.

It was precisely because of these anchors that the black cat could linger in the Borderlands without getting lost.

And it was also for this reason that the black cat was willing to say a few more words to Harry.

…… It thought so.

"Dream Stories" mentioned that seven hours later, the sky here would turn black, the stars would become brilliant, and one could see the clear and bright night sky, which was the best time for divination;

"Dream Stories" also mentioned that seven hours later, the sky here would be bright, and in the coming dawn, it was always easy to encounter some waiting souls.

They waited here and hid again at dawn. Wandering on the eve of the dawn that would never brighten.

……

Finally, the dream ended, and a silence as heavy as the snow on the ground shrouded the entire castle.

Harry didn't feel dull; instead, he felt very peaceful. Thinking that Voldemort's soul had disappeared from his body made him feel very happy.

Mr. Black Cat, it was the most wonderful existence he had encountered at Hogwarts. It would wake him from nightmares, whisper comfort in the dark, and say he was actually safe and that no problem would be a trouble.

"The messenger of the Christmas night, the Castle Spirit Cat who holds good luck.

The towering castle is his ears, and the rotating stairs are his breathing……"

Harry murmured piously. ===== CHAPTER 576 =====