Chapter 694: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 296

Perhaps as Hannah asked: whose dream is this?

Is it Hannah's, or the black cat's?

In fact, both are correct, but as the dominant party, it is more like the black cat's.

Specifically, the black cat can simply manipulate mist balls, manipulate some desires, and separate some wisdom.

These two are the magical parts of the wizard's soul, and also the root of the wizard's existence in the Boundary.

Just like now, the black cat manipulates some sweet dreams, letting them float to Hannah's side.

The little witch will have a good dream tonight.

But what the black cat doesn't know is that she is already having one.

"Can I ask you one last question?"

Before the mist rose, Hannah asked nervously.

The black cat, who had jumped off the mist ball, nodded.

"Will you always be here? When can we find you?"

Perhaps because she was about to leave, Hannah's voice was much louder.

"Only when everyone doesn't need me will I leave.

At Hogwarts, wizards will always find that those who ask for help will always receive it."

The black cat thought for a moment and said.

As its tail wagged, Hannah disappeared into the mist with a sense of unreality.

The Boundary became increasingly vast and white.

The black cat followed a special thread, traveling through the boundless world behind the veil.

It understood the source of those yarn balls.

It seemed to be a special ritual that established the relationship between the young wizards and it.

Seventy-seven people, this special number, should be the key to the ritual magic.

Enough wizards produced enough magic, created a special faith, and established a deep connection.

This connection must be deeply related to the greatest magic.

But Jia Siting did not yet know the key to this.

He could only ponder and guess...

The black cat's posture became more vigorous, and its speed became faster.

Exploring the mysteries of magic always made his heart surge.

Several minutes passed.

The black cat stopped at a special place.

This place used to be a lakeside, although quiet, it was slightly desolate.

But now, a small hut had been built here.

One could see smoke billowing from the chimney, and the front yard by the wooden wall was filled with flowers.

The black cat curiously stepped into the front yard and could see several special items placed in front of the courtyard.

A rusty sword was stuck in the ground, inlaid with gems; some colorful plants were lined up along the wall in a winding fashion; and there was an exquisite scepter with a snake-like shape carved on it.

The black cat walked into the garden, and copper flower pots were hanging on some upright pumpkin vines.

Curving ferns and vines hung in the flower pots, and when the black cat walked under them, they even tried to groom the black cat's fur.

The black cat felt that this garden was somewhat like one planted by Lady Hufflepuff herself.

After all, the Hufflepuff basement also had such special plants.

Looking around, looking around, the black cat came to the wooden door; it raised its claws and knocked on the door, but saw a small door below the wooden door, on which was written:

【For Black Cat Only】

"Helena, did you hear? It's the lucky black cat knocking on the door."

A sentence emerged from the house.

The black cat stayed at the door, not moving; it felt that entering through the small door was impossible, it was a wizard.

"Come in, dear Druid."

That voice said again.

"It's Animagus."

The black cat said.

"Green—"

Fortunately, a familiar figure opened the door.

"Helena."

The black cat's whiskers twitched, feeling some joy of reunion.

Helena's once gray-white body had solidified; Jia Siting could see her blue eyes and cyan long dress.

"You see, Green, because of you, a part of me no longer stays in gray-white. They have color."

Helena said with a smile.

The black cat was stunned, feeling somewhat at a loss.

It finally entered the hut.

But what it didn't see was that after it went in, a wizard happened to pass by.

He held a book, eyes wide, mouth agape, watching the whole process.

His quill did not stop for a moment, "scratching" on the parchment:

【Yes, I, Wizard Rite, have always believed that the story of the lucky black cat is true.

But no wizard has ever known how to wait. But now, Wizard Rite understands.

A wizard of the Boundary, no matter when, needs to leave a small door for a closed wooden door; that is where good luck enters.】

Wizard Rite did not leave; he held the parchment in his hand as if holding some sacred treasure.

He looked at this garden; he remembered he had been here before.

There was no hut here originally, nor a garden, so fireworks seemed to explode in his head, and he quickly picked up his quill and wrote:

【This place used to be a wasteland, with no grass growing, but after it came, this place was filled with flowers.

Wizard Rite thought, having flowers means having good luck.】 ===== CHAPTER 695 =====