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Chapter 413, Section 411: Good Fortune Knocks on the Door
A dream that exists for you.

These words left Hannah stunned for a long time. She looked at her sleeping profile, then turned her head to see Mr. Black Cat nudging the Dream Dumpling and slowly bringing it closer to her.

At the same time, as if they were sentient, more than seventy wisps of mist around the black cat floated out and drifted to Hannah's side.

She could see that her companions were all, in a way, connected to her by a thread.

Even if you just had a fight yesterday, or even if you haven't spoken to each other for a week.

"Sleep sets the wizard's soul free; reality and distance pose no obstacle..."

What is shut out by the daytime will be delivered to us by dreams.

"The black cat said."

It certainly knows the hidden connections between the little wizards' dream dumplings.

“I saw Susan, Ernie, and Neville…”

Hannah was surprised, but she observed the dream dumpling with great interest.

Through these images of dumplings, she can see her friends' dreams—how peculiar!
"One, two, three... seventy-six..."

She counted on her fingers, and the last number made the black cat's ears tremble slightly.

It has already found the answer.

"Oh! Would you be willing to answer my remaining questions?"
Will you still appear at the castle?

After observing, Hannah asked cautiously.

"I always."

"The black cat said."

"Merlin—"

Hannah blushed.

"Well...we held a large event during the Valentine's Day holiday, with a total of seventy-seven people attending...you will..."

Hannah's voice was very soft.

"Ah."

The black cat nodded.

"marvelous……"

Hannah looked up and watched as the black cat retracted the misty clouds, letting them fall not far from the Victorian building.

"Then, sweet dreams."

With a flick of its tail, the black cat sent a wisp of mist floating over.

Perhaps, as Hannah asked: Whose dream is this?

Is it Hannah's or Black Cat's?

In fact, they are all correct, but the one in control is more like the black cat.

Specifically, the black cat can easily manipulate the mist, control some desires, and display some intelligence.

These two elements constitute the magical aspect of a wizard's soul and are the root of a wizard's existence in the borderlands.

Just like now, the black cat is manipulating some beautiful dreams, letting them float to Hannah's side.

The little witch will have a sweet dream tonight.

But what the black cat didn't know was that she was already doing it.

"May I ask you one last question?"

Before the fog rose, Hannah asked nervously.

The black cat that jumped down from the cloud of mist nodded.

Will you always be there? When will we be able to find you?

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

I will leave when no one needs me anymore.

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

The black cat thought for a moment and then said.

With a wag of its tail, Hannah vanished into the mist, feeling as if it were not real.

……

The border area grew increasingly white.

The black cat moved along a special thread, traversing the world behind the boundless curtain.

It understood the origin of those spools of yarn.

It appears to be a special ritual that established a connection between the young wizards and it. Seventy-seven people—this unusual number—must be the key to the ritual magic.

Sufficient wizards generated sufficient magic, created special beliefs, and established deep connections.

This connection must be deeply related to the greatest magic.

But Sheen was unaware of the key to this.

He could only ponder and speculate...

The black cat became more and more agile, and its speed increased.

Exploring the mysteries of magic always thrilled him.

Several minutes passed.

The black cat finally stopped in a special place.

This place used to be a lakeside, tranquil but somewhat desolate.

But now, a small house has been built here.

You can see smoke billowing from the chimney, and a flower-filled front yard next to the wooden wall.

The black cat curiously stepped into the front yard and could see several unusual objects placed in front of the yard.

A rusty sword, inlaid with jewels, was stuck in the ground; a variety of colorful plants lined the wall in a winding path; and there was an exquisite scepter carved with snake-like shapes.

The black cat walked into the garden, where copper-bottomed flowerpots hung from some upright pumpkin vines.

The flowerpots were filled with hanging, twisted ferns and vines, which seemed to groom the black cat as it walked beneath them.

The black cat thought the garden looked somewhat like it had been planted by Lady Hufflepuff.

After all, there are such special plants in Hufflepuff's basement.

The black cat looked around, then came to the wooden door. It raised its paw and knocked, only to see a small door below the main door with a sign that read:

[For Black Cat Only]

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

A sentence came out from inside the room.

The black cat stood still at the doorway, not moving. It felt it was impossible to enter through the small door; it was a wizard.

"Come in, dear druid."

The voice said again.

"It's Animagus."

"The black cat said."

“Green—”

Fortunately, a familiar figure opened the door.

"Helena."

The black cat twitched its whiskers, showing a hint of joy at a long-awaited reunion.

Helena's once ashen body had solidified, and Sheen could see her blue eyes and her cyan dress.

“You see, Green, because of you, a part of me is no longer gray. They have color.”

Helena said with a smile.

The black cat was taken aback and seemed somewhat at a loss.

It eventually entered the cabin.

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

He held a book, his eyes wide and his mouth agape as he read through the entire process.

His quill pen never stopped, scratching and writing on the parchment:
Yes, I, the wizard Ritter, have always believed that the story of the lucky black cat is true.

But no wizard ever knew how to wait. But now, the wizard Ritter understood.

A wizard from the borderlands always needs to leave a small door open for the closed wooden gate; that's where good fortune enters.

The wizard Ritter did not leave; he held the parchment in his hands as if it were some sacred treasure.

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

There was no cottage or garden here to begin with, and then, as if fireworks had exploded in his mind, he quickly picked up his quill and wrote:

This place used to be a barren wasteland, devoid of vegetation, but after it came, it blossomed with flowers.

The wizard Ritter thought that possessing flowers meant possessing good fortune.

(End of this chapter)