Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 414, Section 412: The Wisdom of Wizards
"Ms. Ravenclaw."

The black cat gazed at the warm fireplace and instinctively wanted to get closer.

“Dear Green.”

Ravenclaw gave a faint smile.

"Want some pumpkin juice?"

Helena directed the steaming pumpkin cup to run with its long legs to the black cat's paws.

"Thank you for hospitality."

The black cat lowered its head and used its tail to lift the pumpkin cup.

It stared at the house, a few questions popping into its head.

What exactly is the border region?

Why has he recently stopped noticing Ms. Aesop, while Ms. Ravenclaw has become closer to him?

How do the souls of the borderlands move about? What rules govern the world behind the veil of death?
It couldn't understand it; it was incredibly curious.

"You have many questions?"

Ravenclaw walked over, and another old book appeared beside her.

“Yes, Ms. Ravenclaw. I would like to know, what exactly is the Borderlands? And what determines the distance between you and me?”

"The black cat asked."

"Good question. So what do you think? What determines the distance between wizards? Is it a measurable length?"

Ravenclaw asked.

It is the distance between hearts.

The black cat thought for a few seconds and then answered.

"This is the first answer."

Ravenclaw laughed.

"But what rules govern the border areas? Why do I feel that Ms. Aesop is getting further away from me?"

The black cat was puzzled.

"The wizard's soul is a moving thing, sometimes closer, sometimes farther away."

Even if two hearts are close, the soul seeks freedom, and on the path of seeking freedom, the wizard is also lonely.

The paths of two wizards do not necessarily intersect.

Ravenclaw took a sip of pumpkin juice, a hint of mockery on his face.

"what do you mean……"

The black cat fell into deep thought.
"Yes, compared to other wizards, you are very close to Sel."
But Sel keeps moving forward; she has left room for you in the spiritual world, but that doesn't necessarily mean you can catch up with her.

Only in special circumstances do wizards' paths converge.

Ravenclaw explained again.

"I understand."

The black cat suddenly realized something. It looked at Rowena, then at Helena, its fur twitched, but ultimately said nothing.

"You're wondering why Helena and I are always together?"

Ravenclaw is clearly intelligent.

"Because we have made our home in each other's souls. What do you think home is?"

Ravenclaw gazed at the black cat and gently picked it up as it pondered. The black cat, still lost in thought, was oblivious to everything.

"Home is where love is..."

The black cat looked up and found that the whole world had lowered, and it seemed to be high in the sky, watching Helena laugh and tremble.

"This is not interesting."

The black cat jumped down.

A fierce fire burned in the fireplace, and the vines outside the cabin swayed and danced.

Amidst a murmur of pleasant sounds, Ravenclaw's voice echoed from the cabin:
"Hmm, not bad wisdom."

The moment they made contact, she seemed to know something, causing the black cat's tail to wag.

"what?"

"The black cat asked."

"You're asking about the rules of the border, but you already know them, just like now."

Ravenclaw pointed his finger, and small wisps of mist leaped out from the edge of the black cat's tail. The first wisp of mist revealed a complex gesture, accompanied by an obscure sound.

"Barely passable magical wisdom."

Ravenclaw commented.

The second cloud of mist kept changing shape, sometimes into a cat, sometimes into a leopard cat.

"A commendable understanding of shapeshifting magic."

Ravenclaw put on a smile.

The third, fourth, and fifth wisps of mist all exuded a chilling aura and were pitch black.

"...Black magic, black magic, black magic...What have you learned?"
Has Hogwarts changed so much over the centuries?

Ravenclaw's expression changed slightly.

The black cat shrank its head and didn't say anything.

It probably understood that these were the wisdom dumplings, just like those bizarre desire dumplings, and were common in the borderlands.

"Hogwarts Castle does not teach dark magic."

The black cat said in a low voice at the end.

"Green, it's okay."

Ravenclaw moved closer, and the black cat could see the ornate patterns on the hem of her robe.

The black cat didn't understand what she meant until she spoke again.

"Dark magic is a sharp blade, and what I'm more curious about is what forced you to raise that blade?"
I remember that the wizards had defeated the dragons and giants, stood on equal footing with the fairies, and built their own castles on the magical land.

"Are they fairies? Have they rebelled?"

Ravenclaw seemed quite interested.

"That happened a long time ago."

The black cat carefully considered its answer.

"Oh? So, this is a war of wizards?"

Ravenclaw didn't seem to be asking a question.

The black cat nodded.

Ravenclaw didn't ask any further questions, as if this was the inevitable outcome.

Once wizards solved the problem of survival, different beliefs would naturally lead to different wizards.

Wizards rely on faith so much to survive that magic was born from it, and wars were started from it.

After staying quietly in the cabin for a while, the fog naturally rose up.

“I’m leaving, Ms. Ravenclaw, Ms. Helena.”

"The black cat said."

It has seen what it most wanted to see.

"So, wish us good luck?"

Ravenclaw still wore that faint, mischievous smile.

The black cat's whiskers trembled slightly, but it remained silent.

“Countless souls here are trying to entangle me, hoping to gain the power that wizards still possess in the borderlands. Do you know what those are?”

Ravenclaw suddenly asked.

"wisdom."

The black cat answered.

"This is what I want you to understand."

Wizards have so many beliefs, and even their cruelty has its share of followers. But the true power of magic never lies in this.

Ancient wizards defeated dragons, giants, and even subdued fairies. But according to Helena's description, modern wizards no longer possess such magic…

Ravenclaw spoke slowly, and the black cat listened intently.

In their little hut, a pine tree was adorned with colorful lights, beneath which lay a fluffy orange rug, on which sat a round stool and a black cat plush toy.

The kettle was boiling, steaming, and amidst the gurgling sound, the black cat smelled the fresh scent of pine trees.

It sat quietly on the carpet, trying to remember every word Ravenclaw said.

It always had a unique premonition about magic, and now, its premonition told it that it was about to encounter the deepest and most obscure part of magic.

(End of this chapter)