Chapter 878: A Kind of Misfortune

Dreams are a mysterious existence.

Sometimes they can reveal the future, just like what Harry once experienced; sometimes they can link souls, allowing everything unattainable in the daylight to be displayed in the haze.

Dreams are mostly bizarre and unpredictable, but for the good-luck messenger of the Boundary...

Dreams are some clusters.

The Boundary was still permeated with a vast white mist today; the black cat walked in the familiar mist and found that dream cluster.

Although the black cat rarely checked other people's dreams—it didn't want to pry into the hearts hidden by wizards—today seemed different; it had to invite the guest in the dream out.

In that dreamscape of incessant rain, the black cat saw the young Professor Sineipu, and, Spinner's End, which was not quite the same as in its memory.

In its memory, Spinner's End was dilapidated, but at least it had never had such a terrifying dispute.

In the narrow room, the man roared in rage, and the woman screamed heartbreakingly. Thus, the boy ran out.

The black cat saw him on an almost deserted playground.

Large chimneys stood prominently on the distant horizon. Two girls were on the swings, and the thin boy was hiding behind the shrubbery watching them.

The boy's black hair was very long, and his clothes were extremely uncoordinated, as if he had deliberately dressed like this:

A pair of jeans that were too short, a worn-out coat that was too big and long, as if worn by an adult, and a strange shirt that looked like maternity wear.

The black cat's ears twitched; such attire was not even as good as the children at the Wool's Orphanage.

The young Professor Sineipu had a sallow complexion, was short in stature, and lean in build.

He watched the smaller girl on the swing swing higher and higher than the older one, and an undisguised longing appeared on his thin face.

"Lily, don't do that!"

The older girl screamed.

However, the little girl let go of her hands when the swing reached its highest point and flew into the air, truly flying, laughing loudly as she pounced toward the sky.

She did not fall heavily onto the asphalt of the playground, but glided in the air like an acrobat, stayed for a long time, and finally landed very lightly on the ground.

"Mom told you not to do that!"

Petunia let her heels rub against the ground to stop the swing, making a sharp, grating friction sound, and then she jumped up, hands on her hips.

"Mom said you aren't allowed to do that, Lily!"

"But I'm fine,"

Lily said, still giggling,

"Petunia, look at this. Look at my ability."

Petunia looked around; there were only the two of them in the empty playground, and of course, Sineipu and the black cat, but the girls didn't know.

Lily picked up a withered flower from the shrubbery where Sineipu was hiding.

Petunia walked up, looking both curious and dissatisfied, her heart very conflicted.

Lily waited until Petunia was close enough to see clearly, then spread her hands, and the petals kept opening and closing in her palm, like some strange, multi-layered oyster.

"Don't do that!"

Petunia screamed.

"I didn't do anything to you."

Lily said, but she still crumpled the flower into a ball and threw it on the ground.

"This isn't right,"

Petunia said, but her gaze followed the fallen flower and lingered on it for a long time,

"How did you do that?"

She asked again, her voice filled with undisguised longing.

"Isn't it obvious?"

The young Sineipu could no longer restrain himself and jumped out from behind the shrubbery. ===== CHAPTER 879 =====