Chapter 670: The Halo of Time

The forest was sprinkled with soft white light, cherishing a piece of tranquility.

Beside them was a tree stump covered in moss, and on the winding path nearby, scattered fluorescent lights like stars.

There were so many streams, and the Cat-Leopard could hear the babbling sound of flowing water.

"Is this your question?"

Ravenclaw was silent for a long time, as if her voice, separated by a layer of mist, had become much clearer.

"Grey Lady, that is what we call the ghost of Ravenclaw House, Helena Ravenclaw,"

The Cat-Leopard spoke very quickly; its time was limited, after all,

"Lady Ravenclaw, she allowed me to call her that, she... fears death, wanders in Hogwarts, I think, that is not easy to bear."

"So, you have developed many unnecessary absurd ideas... my heir, what should I call you?"

Ravenclaw, however, did not speak of Helena, turning instead to ask about Sean.

"Sorry, I think that is not important, Lady Ravenclaw."

The Cat-Leopard's voice carried confusion, looking at the rising mist around it, it was slightly nervous.

A few seconds passed, yet it felt like centuries.

The Cat-Leopard's whiskers had trembled up and down dozens of times.

"Helena..."

Ravenclaw seemed helpless. Her blinking frequency slowed down significantly; her light blue eyes no longer tracked the Cat-Leopard's raised whiskers, like a still lake, no longer reflecting the trajectory of flying birds.

"Come closer, my heir, what kind of story do you want to hear?"

The Cat-Leopard didn't understand; it tentatively walked forward a few steps, but was pushed to Lady Ravenclaw's feet by an invisible force.

Ravenclaw sat slowly on a large stone, and the books on the stone fell onto the Cat-Leopard's head.

"... What are you... worrying about?"

The Cat-Leopard, with its paw on its head, spoke.

"Druids, people familiar with oak trees, they revere that death is not the end of the soul, but the first step toward heaven.

But for those lost souls, those fearful souls, death is just eternal torture."

Ravenclaw gently took the old book off the Cat-Leopard's head and gently brushed over the Cat-Leopard's silver-white and ink-dyed fur.

"If there is a kind of magic that can send ghosts away?"

The Cat-Leopard couldn't help but shake its fur; it understood.

Ghosts are immortal. This had become a consensus in the magical world a long time ago, so much so that the wise Ravenclaw did not wish for it to learn this cruel truth—that two people who miss each other will never meet again.

"Perhaps there might be..."

Ravenclaw seemed to remember something and opened the old book that had just fallen.

She spoke halfway, and her voice suddenly evaporated into the air. Her gaze fixed firmly on the page, as if her hearing and comprehension needed to bypass a long journey to reach her brain.

In those few seconds, only her eyelashes trembled occasionally in the light, which could prove that time had not completely stopped.

"Book of Ghosts," it was clearly written on the page.

"My heir, did you send Sayre?"

She asked, her voice having some ripples for the first time.

"Hmm."

The Cat-Leopard responded; it thought of more things, looking at the mist about to submerge it, and images of Lady Grey flashed through its mind.

Opportunities are always easy to pass by, it thought.

"Don't worry."

Ravenclaw suddenly smiled, her smile brilliant.

The Cat-Leopard looked up abruptly; it could see a thick line extending from the mist on its own body, and with a violent tremor, it pulled the Cat-Leopard back to the Lands Between.

"Surprised? Dear?"

On Ravenclaw's fingertip, the line was pulled very straight.

How can a person have deep love for someone they have never met?

The Cat-Leopard did not understand.

"Then, when you come to the Lands Between next time, will you have a direction?"

Ravenclaw said.

The Cat-Leopard nodded in a human-like way.

With the thread ball, no matter how far or how blurred the distance was, Sean could reach it by following the love.

"Come to my shoulder, my heir."

Ravenclaw said again, her mouth hanging with a tranquil smile, her gaze cast toward the Cat-Leopard that looked too big to curl up on a wizard's shoulder. ===== CHAPTER 671 =====