Chapter 692: A Dream of Good Luck

The outside world was bustling, but the wizard in the dream knew nothing of it.

The ink-colored cat-leopard raised its claws, and the mist within its body quickly shrouded it, so its body transformed into a black cat in the blink of an eye.

Soul Transfiguration is very wonderful, just as some wizards can freely switch between their wizard form and Animagus form, Jia Siting could also freely switch his magical creature form.

And doing so was effortless.

The black cat looked at the vast white Boundary, and as it raised its claws again, some mist balls also gathered together on their own.

There were dream clusters of Hogwarts professors; there were also dream clusters from a distant orphanage; and in the even more distant Ilvermorny, there were also relatively large dream clusters.

The black cat summoned them just as a cat chases a ball of yarn.

It first carefully scanned them, then gently flicked some over, and flicked some away.

Observing, exploring...

Professor Sineipu and Professor Marcus Maige had not yet fallen asleep—a strange thing;

Headmaster Dumbledore was nowhere to be found, even though he had said he was prepared to talk to Jia Siting in a dream.

Jia Siting was a bit curious, what had delayed Headmaster Dumbledore's steps?

This was Hogwarts Castle...

After putting the conversation with Headmaster Dumbledore aside, the black cat sorted out some faint yarn balls on the tower.

These were special yarn balls; they did not point to the dream clusters not far from the Victorian architecture, but to a deeper place in the Boundary.

—These were Ravenclaw's yarn balls.

Following a vague guidance, Jia Siting could perceive that both Lady Ravenclaws should be nearby.

This meant that perhaps he could complete other things first.

So, he quickly flicked over some more yarn balls.

These yarn balls were smaller than the others and looked more bizarre, but it was undeniable that these yarn balls made up one-half of the yarn ball group.

These were the yarn balls brought by the castle's Spirit Cat Club.

The black cat looked at the yarn balls thoughtfully.

Finally, it seemed to make a decision—it needed to know what changes would occur after connecting with a wizard in the Boundary, and it also needed to know the key reason for the appearance of these yarn balls.

You know, the Spirit Cat Club had been established a long time ago, and only today did the yarn ball group appear.

Was it a quantity reason, or...

At the same time, Hogwarts Castle.

Behind the large barrels on the right side of the underground kitchen corridor.

Although the holiday had just passed, everyone was already looking forward to the break again.

Therefore, on the last day of the holiday, many Hufflepuffs were not yet fully asleep.

In the Hufflepuff common room, the circular common room was filled with tables and soft armchairs, and the hearth fire was crackling brightly.

Individual young wizards were still whispering, or playing the night version of bizarre Wizard's Chess.

This was a brand-new version; only at night would the pieces wake up.

After all, the pieces were special types like werewolf wizards and vampire kings.

According to incomplete statistics, the night version of bizarre Wizard's Chess caused the early sleep rate of the entire Hogwarts to drop by one hundred percent.

—From the statisticians Fred and George.

The young wizards believed this deeply and it had been popular for quite a while.

Today, there were still young wizards playing.

Although there were many Hufflepuffs who didn't sleep, Hannah, the head of the Spirit Cat Club, was clearly not among them.

She had organized night patrols again on Valentine's Day and the weekend after, and the seventy-seven club members had almost turned Hogwarts Castle upside down.

Unfortunately, the lucky black cat that had once helped her never appeared again.

She was disappointed once more.

Further connecting to her own conjecture: the Spirit Cat only appears at major moments.

Just like guiding Harry to find the truth, protecting Jin Ni from harm...

Then, how could she find it?

The Spirit Cat must be secretly fighting terrible dangers, so it would be a bit busy; she understood this very well.

But disappointment was like grass seeds carried by the wind, taking root and growing in the soft heart.

"Oh, just one look, see one look, the messenger of the Christmas night, the Spirit Cat in charge of good luck, the towering castle is your ears, the rotating stairs are your breath..."

She muttered with a moderate expectation as usual, and entered the dreamland.

When Hannah opened her eyes from the dream, she opened her mouth, and her jaw dropped.

—She had never had such a dream!

Everywhere were bizarre mist balls, everywhere was a vast, holy white, with only a touch of black, lying on a mist ball, opening green eyes to look at her.

"Good evening, Hannah."

The black cat said.

"G-g-good e-evening, Mr. Black Cat!"

Hannah controlled herself, making sure not to scream.

The black cat nodded humanely, then glanced at Hannah's yarn ball without leaving a trace.

It had grown a lot in an instant.

The black cat probably understood.

Deepening a connection with a person would affect the size of the yarn ball.

This was easy to understand.

But there was one more thing it didn't understand: how did these yarn balls suddenly appear?

"Mr. Black Cat!"

Before the black cat could speak, Hannah couldn't hold it in anymore.

Heavens, she had so many questions to ask, so many things she wanted to know, how could she hold back?

"I... can I ask you some questions?"

Hannah realized she was a bit uncomposed and hurriedly tried to make up for it.

"It doesn't matter, when dreaming, we have plenty of time."

The black cat said.

Hannah thought this sentence made a lot of sense, but she didn't know why it made sense.

She could only pour out all her hazy, urgent, and worried thoughts.

"Is this my dream? Or your dream, did I really dream of you?

Will you appear in the castle again? Can we meet you in the castle again?

You like our club, right? Oh, heavens, I have so much more to say..."

After Hannah finished speaking, she hurriedly covered her mouth.

Why did she ask so much, wouldn't Mr. Black Cat feel annoyed...

"It doesn't matter if you ask more, because this dream exists for you."

The black cat held down its tail and said slowly.

"Is it true!"

Hannah still couldn't control herself and let out a low exclamation.

"It is true."

The black cat seemed to smile; its whiskers twitched gently.

It pulled out a yarn ball; in the yarn ball, a shy little witch was lying on the bed with a faint smile.

It was her!

This dreamlike scene made Hannah even more unable to believe it; she looked at the black cat, and the other party was nodding humanely.

She covered her mouth.

It seems, tonight,

The free wind blew the dull tree, and the talkative little witch had a dream of good luck. ===== CHAPTER 693 =====