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Chapter 412, Section 410: A Dream of Good Fortune

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

The dark, cloud-like cat-leopard raised its paw, and the mist within its body quickly enveloped it, transforming its form into a black cat in the blink of an eye.

The magical transformation of the soul is quite wondrous. Just as some wizards can freely switch between their wizard body and Animagus form, Shin can also freely switch between his magical animal forms.

Moreover, it is not difficult to do this.

The black cat gazed at the white boundary, and as it raised its paw again, some wisps of mist gathered together on their own.

There are dream groups of Hogwarts professors; there are dream groups of distant orphanages; and in even more distant Iphamoni, there also exist larger dream groups.

The black cat summons them as if they were chasing a ball of yarn.

It first carefully swept over them, then gently brushed some aside and brushed some away.

Observing, exploring...

Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall were still awake—a strange thing;

Headmaster Dumbledore was nowhere to be found, even though he had said he planned to speak with Sheen in a dream.

Sheehan was curious: what was holding back Headmaster Dumbledore?
This is Hogwarts Castle...

After setting aside her conversation with Headmaster Dumbledore, the black cat untangled some faint clumps of thread on the tower.

These are special threads; they don't point to the dreamlike dumplings not far from the Victorian architecture, but rather to a deeper place at the intersection.

—These are Ravenclaw's balls of yarn.

Following a faint, almost imperceptible guidance, Sheen could sense that the two Ravenclaw ladies should be nearby.

This means that perhaps he can take care of other things first.

So he quickly brought over some more yarn.

These balls of yarn are smaller than the others and look more bizarre, but undeniably, they make up half of the yarn group.

These are the balls of yarn brought by the Castle Cat Club.

The black cat gazed thoughtfully at the balls of yarn.

Finally, as if it had made a decision, it needed to know what changes would occur after making contact with the wizard at the border, and it also needed to know the key reason for the appearance of these threads.

It's worth noting that the Castle Cat Club was established a long time ago, but the yarn group only appeared today.

Is it due to quantity, or...?

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts Castle.

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

Although the holiday has just ended, everyone is already looking forward to another holiday.

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

In the Hufflepuff common room, a round room filled with tables and slouchy armchairs, the fireplace crackled and burned brightly.

Some of the young wizards were still whispering, or playing the nighttime version of the strange wizard chess game.

This is a completely new version where the pieces only wake up at night.

After all, the chess pieces are special kinds, such as werewolf wizards and vampire kings.

According to incomplete statistics, the nighttime version of the Strange Wizard Chess game has reduced the rate of early bedtimes at Hogwarts by 100%.

—From statistician Fred, and George.

The young wizards believed it wholeheartedly, and it was all the rage for quite some time.

Even today, there are still young wizards playing.

Although there are many Hufflepuffs who don't sleep, Hannah, the head of the Castle Cat Club, is clearly not among them.

She organized another night patrol on Valentine's Day and the weekend after, and the seventy-seven club members nearly turned Hogwarts Castle upside down.

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

She was disappointed once again.

This leads to her own speculation: the castle cat only appears on important occasions.

It's like guiding Harry to find the truth and protecting Ginny from harm... So, how could she possibly find it?
She understood perfectly well that the castle spirit cat must be secretly fighting against terrible dangers, which was why it was busy.

But disappointment is like seeds of grass carried by the wind, taking root and multiplying in the tender fields of the heart.

"Oh, just once, just once, the messenger of Christmas night, the castle cat who holds good fortune, the majestic castle is your ear, the spiral staircase is your breath..."

As usual, she murmured with a moderate amount of expectation before drifting off to sleep.

When Hannah opened her eyes from her dream, her mouth gaped open and her jaw dropped.

—She had never had such a dream before!
Everywhere were bizarre and colorful wisps of mist, a vast expanse of white and pristine white, except for a striking patch of black, which lay atop a wisp of mist, its emerald eyes fixed upon her.

Good evening, Hannah.

"The black cat said."

"Good evening, good evening, Mr. Black Cat!"

Hannah controlled herself, determined not to scream.

The black cat nodded human-like, then glanced discreetly at Hannah's ball of yarn.

It increased dramatically in an instant.

The black cat probably understood.

A deeper connection with someone can affect the size of the yarn ball.

This is easy to understand.

But there was still one thing it didn't understand: how did these balls of yarn suddenly appear?
"Mr. Black Cat!"

Before the black cat could speak, Hannah couldn't hold back any longer.

Good heavens, she has so many questions to ask and so many things to know, how could she possibly hold back?

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

Hannah realized she had lost her composure and quickly tried to make amends.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time when we're dreaming."

"The black cat said."

Hannah thought the statement made a lot of sense, but she didn't know why.

She could only pour out all her vague, urgent, and worried thoughts at once.

"Was this my dream? Or your dream? Did I really dream of you?"

Will you appear at the castle again? Will we ever meet you there again?
You'll like our club, won't you? Oh my god, I have so much more to say..."

After Hannah finished speaking, she quickly covered her mouth.

Why did she ask so many questions? I hope Mr. Black Cat isn't annoyed...

"It's okay to ask a few more questions, because this dream existed for you."

The black cat pressed its tail and spoke slowly.

"Is it true?!"

Hannah couldn't help herself and let out a soft gasp.

"it is true."

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

It pulled out a ball of thread, and inside the ball, a shy little witch lay on the bed with a faint smile.

It was her!
This dreamlike scene made Hannah even more incredulous. She looked at the black cat, who was nodding in a human-like manner.

She covered her mouth.

It seems that tonight,

The free wind rustled the stoic tree, and the talkative little witch had a lucky dream.

(End of this chapter)