Chapter 859: Lost Sirius

【Master of Dreams and Mist, the bridge between life and death, the symbol of eternal good luck—

As you can see, this is the title given to the god by mortal wizards.

As a lucky wizard, I traveled with Him through a magical realm that no one has known or set foot in until now; now, I have come to tell the story to you.】

Xiang Xien gently turned to the next page of the book:

【Before telling my story, if you have read "Dream Stories," that would be even better.

After all, I once wanted to name the book "Dream Stories: Re-edited Version," but reality was not satisfactory; this company did not agree to grant me the copyright, because I once damaged their bookstore; that was truly an unintentional act when I was retrieving magical creatures...】

Xiang Xien raised the corners of his mouth slightly and read more carefully.

【The god is a cat; this is something I am certain of.

Or is it a powerful magical creature? I have no way of knowing this.

But powerful magic will inevitably leave traces; if you are lucky enough to see Him, then this book will have meaning and purpose.

A wizard will always have conflicting beliefs; when you step into that realm of the god, remembering this will provide necessary help.

Positive faith will guide a wizard, and I believe that only pure wizards will reap the god's favor; if a butcher or murderer breaks into the god's realm, then this may become a cruel punishment.】

Why?

Xiang Xien was curious.

But he suddenly paused; he remembered Voldemort's soul fragments, and when he summoned Harry into the dream, the fate of that piece of soul...

Xiang Xien looked up abruptly, looking at the old Hufflepuff senior surrounded by Hemin and the others, and then looked back seriously.

Although he didn't know what the old senior's basis was, it was actually completely correct.

【If angels exist, then there exists a side in a wizard's soul that symbolizes angels.

Conversely, the soul has more than one side.

Among these different sides, there exists a demonized reverse soul, which magical history often links to the devil.

This is a concrete manifestation of the reverse soul.

According to fragments in magical history, the reverse soul is the devil himself or one of the devil's most loyal defenders.

When the reverse soul is exposed, revealed, or constrained, he usually flees from the window, shouts out the window, and then flies away.

This scene appears repeatedly in the legend of Melusine. When a "female ghost or female demon (such as Melusine) is discovered, she will disappear or flee from the roof.】

Xiang Xien was somewhat stunned.

The history of magic was ultimately too long; Mr. Scamander's words had been verified.

In the original work, there was the same scene.

The description was:

Harry and Hemin were surrounded by snakes, and Voldemort was not far away, so—

"Harry, ignoring the broken glass piercing his cheek, pulled Hemin, leaped from the bedside to the dressing table, and jumped directly from the broken window into the void; her scream echoed in the night, and the two rotated in mid-air...

At this moment Harry's scar exploded; he seemed to have turned into Voldemort, striding through the smelly bedroom, his long, thin, pale fingers gripping the windowsill.

He saw the man and the little woman rotate and disappear, he shouted in a rage, his shout mixed with the girl's, echoing in the dark garden, drowning out the Christmas bells from the church...

His shout was Harry's shout, his pain was Harry's pain..."

At this time, Harry and Voldemort were each other's reverse souls; Xiang Xien had also learned a term: Reverse Possession.

【When a wizard enters the god's realm, we are very certain that he is naked.

He has only his soul exposed, so angels and demons must decide the winner.

And unpleasantly, angels are not so easy to win; when the scale of time is stretched, the angel's defeat is inevitable.

Therefore, it is difficult for a wizard to enter the god's realm; if he has such luck, he cannot stay long.

Except for... the god.

Next, I will tell you the story of the god...】

"Xiang Xien!"

Hemin and Jia Siting ran over with signed books; they stared at Xiang Xien, and then at the book cover.

The suspicion on Hemin's face was about to overflow.

And Jia Siting was hesitant, wanting to ask but having no way to start.

"This is..."

Hemin puffed her cheeks.

"Black cat."

Xiang Xien was not annoyed at all by being disturbed, and instead answered Hemin's words.

"Thanks, my eyes haven't gone bad yet."

Hemin said indignantly.

Then she sized up the young wizard carefully.

Xiang Xien gently closed the book; he was already prepared to buy a copy.

"Alright, then..."

Xiang Xien asked.

"Hmph... nothing."

Hemin finally swallowed her doubts.

Fine, Xiang Xien was just like this; if he thought they should know, he would speak up.

But that didn't mean she would give up the investigation.

She knew who had had such a beautiful dream—Jin Ni and Hanna.

She would find the answer herself.

Diagon Alley, this long cobblestone street was filled with the most tempting wizard shops in the world.

Wizards could walk into the backyard at any time, take out their wands, tap the third brick from the left on the trash can, and then step back, watching the gate of Diagon Alley open on the wall.

Among them, one of the eye-catching shops was the shop selling brooms.

Today was the same.

Quality Quidditch Supplies was surrounded by many people again.

Harry and Luo En wanted to know what so many people were looking at in the shop, so they squeezed in sideways.

Xiang Xien did not participate; he was holding the book and reading.

And the others quickly squeezed through the excited male and female wizards.

With great difficulty, they saw a newly set up platform with the most stylish broom they had ever seen in their lives.

"Just came out... sample..."

A male wizard with a square chin told his companion.

"This is the fastest broom in the world. Isn't it, Dad?"

A boy younger than Harry shook his father's arm and asked in a shrill voice.

"The Irish International Club just placed an order to buy seven such masterpieces!"

The shopkeeper told everyone,

"They are the hot items for this World Cup!"

A large witch in front of Harry moved away, and Harry finally saw the sign next to the broom:

"The Firebolt, this latest high-speed flying broom, adopts a streamlined design, high-quality ash handle, diamond polished, registration number hand-engraved.

Each carefully selected birch twig at the tail of the broom is polished into a streamlined shape, giving the broom unparalleled balance and exquisite accuracy.

The Firebolt can accelerate from a standstill to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds, and can embody magical braking effects. Price negotiable."

Price negotiable... Harry began to think about how much the Firebolt would sell for.

When Harry stared at it with longing eyes, he didn't pay attention to the surrounding wizards, nor did he pay attention to the black dog that appeared again.

And just today, on the day Sirius decided to buy a broom, on the day Sirius looked eagerly at the wizard he followed while holding "Dreams and Gods."

He would not think.

In the beautiful dream he longed for, he was instead easily lost.

Because a wizard's soul has not only a positive side, but also a reverse side.

【When a wizard enters the god's realm, we are very certain that he is naked.

He has only his soul exposed, so angels and demons must decide the winner...】 ===== CHAPTER 860 =====