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Chapter 397, page 395: Rolf
Valentine's Day is followed by a pleasant weekend.

That night, Sheehan met Mrs. Grey again.

She leaned against the stained-glass window of the Ravenclaw Tower, where a layer of pale frost hung beneath the curtains.

As the cold wind blew, Sheen wrapped his scarf even tighter.

Just as he was about to pass by, he heard two Gryffindors who were on their way back to the castle say:

"It's so cold! Finally back in the castle—I'm going to drink three steaming cups of pear and grapefruit juice!"

One of the Gryffindors shook the snow off his robe.

"I want four drinks!"

The other Gryffindor was not to be outdone.

Sheen suddenly realized that ghosts seemed to be immune to both cold and heat, so why did they always turn the flames blue and the environment colder?

Lost in thought, Sheen had already walked past the stained-glass window.

As Sheen passed by the fourth floor, he could see members of the Castle Cat Club lining up devoutly to pray.

They placed a Christmas tree next to the black cat statue, decorated with all sorts of trinkets, from glittering holly berries to a live, chirping golden owl.

Minister Hannah held a small booklet and watched with satisfaction as everyone offered their blessings.

In fact, going to pray for blessings has become a special activity at Hogwarts, attracting even wizards who are not club members to come and take a look out of curiosity.

"Hannah, will the castle cat really respond?"

Susan, who was next to Hannah, asked curiously.

"Think about Harry, then think about Ginny... well, I think it's because it's not the time we need to yet..."

Hannah began to explain in detail.

As if she had taken a calming pill, Susan offered her pumpkin pie without further hesitation.

In front of her, the black cat statue was spotless and adorned with small accessories.

Sheen sighed and slowly disappeared into the crowd.

He remembered that the club originally didn't have as many people as it does now.

Until Ron's words were widely disseminated—

"Ah, how did we find that horrible diary? Do you really want to know?"

That brings us to the mysterious legend of the castle cat...

The legend of the castle cat is true; it guards the entire castle... Perhaps it is the consciousness of Hogwarts Castle?
It gave Harry a dream in which it revealed the murderer—yes, the diary—and told Harry that a basilisk, slumbering under Parseltongue's spell, existed in the castle…

Am I a member of the club? Ha—I'd like to be a minister…

After Christmas, Ron's shocking revelation became a legend at Hogwarts Castle.

Even freshmen have heard about it.

And so, the Castle Cat Club expanded once again.

"Excuse me, would you like to join the Castle Cat Club?"

A tanned, well-built-looking wizard ran up to Sheen.

In his hand was the invitation that Sheen had seen before.

"Do not want to."

Sheen shook his head.

"Okay, it's still nice to meet you. I'm freshman Rolf."

"The male wizard said."

"Rolf Scamander?"

Sheen was somewhat surprised.

"Ah, ah, you know me, oh no, you know my grandfather... Yes, I will become a magical beast master as great as my grandfather!"

The first thing I need to do is find the legendary magical creature—the Castle Cat!
Can you believe it? Hogwarts Castle actually has such amazing magical creatures... Just between you and me, the Castle Cat Club is a super-sized club specially approved by Headmaster Dumbledore!

Rolf kept talking.

"Don't bother looking, you won't find it."

Sheehan had more to say when he thought of Mr. Newt Scamander.

Please respect my dream!

Rolf was indignant.

"..."

Sheen watched him silently until he scratched his head. "Of course I know it's difficult, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. My grandfather said..."
The wind can lift a piece of white paper, but it can't blow away a butterfly. Do you know why?

Because the power of life lies in nonconformity—how boring would it be if things were so easy, wouldn't it?

Rolf seemed to be a very outgoing person.

"Perhaps your actions will disturb it?"

Sheen asked a question.

"Oh, oh, then..."

Rolf was somewhat stunned; he hadn't really thought about this question.

"Okay, you've somewhat convinced me, but I have to find it myself first. If that's the case, I'll sincerely apologize to it. Do you think that's enough time?"

Rolf asked hesitantly,

"No, I have to write to Grandpa and ask him—"

He added another sentence.

"Maybe."

Sheen didn't pick up the conversation.

"By the way, are you a freshman too? What's your name?"

Two seconds later, Rolf became energetic again.

"Sheen Green".

"Mr. Green?!"

"If there isn't another wizard with the surname Green..."

“Mr. Grimm! Merlin, everyone says you are the most learned wizard at Hogwarts, you must know about the castle cat…”

"I do not know."

"I don't believe it! Please..."

……

Having finally escaped the enthusiastic Rolf, Sheen narrowly made it back to the Ravenclaw common room before curfew.

As for Rolf, without the help of a broom, he would naturally be taken away.

Professor Snape hasn't let any of the night-roaming wizards off the hook lately.

However, Sheehan never expected that Newt's shy nature would produce a young wizard like Rolf.

Like... Gryffindor.

Ravenclaw Tower.

The stars were as bright as ever, snowflakes were falling outside the window, and the castle was quiet.

Sheen sat by the window, while Bai excitedly jumped around by the fireplace.

When Sheen's gaze swept over the empty rune,
Tonight, the fog rises slowly.

……

Border area.

The leopard cat is significantly faster than the lizard cat.

It stretched out its body to its fullest extent, and the mottled wisps of mist vanished like fleeting light.

Occasionally, some bizarre and fantastical wisps of mist would drift by, but the cats and leopards would nimbly dodge them.

It ran through the dreamlike realm, following the direction of Aesop's ball of yarn.

Such things are rare in the world behind the curtain; here there seems to be only mist, a mist that is like a curtain, drifting and blurry.

The wind whistled past his ears, and the cat-leopard didn't know how long he had been running. So long that the mist gradually rose before he finally saw Ms. Aesop's figure in the distance.

Her eyes were no longer the white of pearls, nor the gray of Lady Grey; the cat and leopard could easily see the luster in them.

"Ms. Sel."

The cat-leopard adjusted its breathing and said.

“A rare occurrence, dear Green.”

Ms. Aesop Sell blinked; beside her stood an equally aged wizard.

While Ms. Aesop spoke, he stood behind her like a child, listening quietly.

(End of this chapter)