Chapter 640: Ghost Friend

The Boundary, the world behind the veil, the territory where Merlin once set foot...

No matter what it is called, it can express the mystery and the powerful magic that must be contained here.

At this moment, a black cat is walking here, walking around the dilapidated Victorian-style buildings.

This area was originally empty and white, but now there is a street that has extended a short distance.

The black cat walked through the street, curiously gazing at the puddle that appeared here.

The transparent puddle vividly reflected a world wrapped in mist.

The black cat looked up, its whiskers trembling, and the transparent mist behind it surged, and part of the "yarn ball" seemed to be pulled by someone and came to the black cat's eyes.

It could see that these yarn balls were of different sizes, emitting circles of mist, and in the center of the rippling mist, the black cat could see the wizard's dream.

In the three largest yarn balls, Professor Marcus Marcus Maige was sitting on a chair beside a rice field with sunlight falling; the breeze blew, and a quiet smile appeared on Professor Marcus Marcus Maige's mouth; her gaze was quietly watching the black cat jumping and trying to capture butterflies;

Professor Sineipu's yarn ball could see almost nothing; his dream was very deep, and the black cat could only occasionally see cats and deer running;

Justin's dream was more direct; he saw himself waving his wand, stopping Voldemort who was about to start a massacre.

The black cat walked through these yarn balls in turn and came to the side of several larger yarn balls.

It could recognize that these were Hermione, Neville, Harry, Ron, and the professors, and Sean even saw Headmaster Dumbledore—his dream was also very blurred, and it seemed he was alone.

When Sean was staring at the headmaster, Dumbledore suddenly turned his head and looked at the black cat with a smile of discovering fun:

"Mr. Green, not inviting me to have a cup of tea?"

The startled black cat's fur stood up; it paused for a second and pulled the interested old wizard out.

"I'm so glad to see you in a dream; the children in the castle haven't revealed rumors of dreams recently, and I thought you were tired of playing."

The old wizard in a purple robe walked in naturally and then sat on the newly appeared street chair,

"I remember there were no chairs here... nice progress, Mr. Green."

The black cat nodded, as if thinking of something, so its tail separated into a small ball; this ball surged in the deep mist and soon transformed into a cup of red tea with extra sugar.

"Looks like you haven't forgotten my taste; did I not say you are very thoughtful?"

The old wizard took the steaming black cat-shaped teacup, and the corners of his mouth were smiles he couldn't suppress.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

The black cat greeted him then.

Headmaster Dumbledore's words reminded it that this is its Boundary and its dream.

Since it is like this, transforming a cup of red tea should not be difficult.

Immediately, it looked at its tail, as if curious:

What else can it transform? And why is the mist ball separated from the tail?

"Just call me Albus here, Sean."

Headmaster Dumbledore took a sip of red tea; the sweet taste was as if he wasn't dreaming.

He seemed to be thinking of something, and his face became deep:

"Of course, indulging in illusory dreams and forgetting real life is of no benefit..."

The black cat keenly sensed something; it knew that Headmaster Dumbledore had been to the Boundary.

The headmaster reminded himself that he could shape dreams, so had Headmaster Dumbledore already used this function?

This made the black cat stop thinking; it clearly knew that false and short-lived happiness would leave deep scars on people living in shameful days.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I need to experience two seven-hour periods before time moves towards the eve of dawn; is there any way to shorten this process?"

The black cat asked while standing on a mist ball.

"No way,"

Dumbledore smiled, and seeing the black cat's ears droop, he continued,

"Unless..."

"What?"

The black cat asked quickly.

"You have a friend who just arrived at the Boundary; if it loves you, perhaps you can find a path to it.

You know, souls will gather..."

Dumbledore blinked.

The method he proposed was just an interesting conjecture.

The adventure after death is more exciting than they imagined, and the Boundary is more boundless than they imagined.

The souls that just arrived at the Boundary disappear after a while, not to mention the souls that might exist beside them that the seeker wants to see.

"Are ghosts okay?"

The black cat asked unexpectedly.

"Ghosts?"

Dumbledore giggled; perhaps because he was in the Boundary, he was more "honest" than at Hogwarts.

"The lady ghost who just arrived at the Boundary."

The black cat said earnestly.

"Very well, ghost. Then, Mr. Black Cat, master of good luck, why don't you look at the mist around you..."

Dumbledore's smile froze slightly.

The black cat was stunned, and after hearing Dumbledore's teasing, its tail twitched irritably.

"Ms. Isolt Sayre—she says she has wandering family members waiting for her."

After a few seconds, it spoke while rummaging through its balls of yarn, finally spotting in the corner one that was not large, but had an incredibly thick thread of mist.

It did not notice the expression on the old wizard's face changing again and again.

"Hurry, Sean."

Dumbledore looked at the mist rising around them, appearing slightly flustered.

"Found it—"

The black cat had just looked up when it saw Dumbledore sigh helplessly: