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Chapter 506, Page 504: The Lost Sirius
[The master of dreams and mists, the bridge between life and death, the symbol of eternal good fortune—]

As you can see, this is the title that mortal shamans bestow upon the gods.

As a fortunate wizard, I traveled with Him through magical realms unknown and uncharted to this day. Now, I will tell you the story.

Sheen gently turned to the next page of the book:
If you've read "Dream Stories" before I tell my story, that would be even better.

After all, I had wanted to name the book "Dream Stories: A Re-edited Edition," but things didn't go as planned. The company wouldn't grant me the copyright because I had damaged their bookstore—an unintentional act when I reclaimed Fantastic Beasts...

Sheen raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked through the pages even more carefully.

I am certain that the god is a cat.

Or perhaps it was a powerful magical creature? I have no way of knowing.

But powerful magic will inevitably leave traces, and if you are fortunate enough to see it, then this book will have meaning and purpose.

A wizard will always have conflicting beliefs, and remembering this will be helpful when you step into the realm of the gods.

Positive faith will guide a wizard, and I believe that only a pure wizard will receive the favor of the gods. If a butcher or murderer intrudes into the realm of the gods, it may become a cruel punishment.

why?
Sheen became curious.

But then he suddenly paused, remembering the fragments of Voldemort's soul, and the fate of that fragment when he summoned Harry into the dream…

Sheehan suddenly raised his head and looked at Hufflepuff, who was surrounded by Hermione and the others, before looking back carefully.

Although I don't know what the senior's basis was, it turned out to be completely correct.

If angels exist, then the soul of a wizard contains an aspect that symbolizes an angel.

Conversely, the soul has more than one aspect.

Within these different facets exists a demonized, anti-human soul, which the history of magic often associates with the devil.

This is a concrete manifestation of the opposite of a soul.

According to fragments of magical history, the antagonist is either the devil himself or one of the devil's most loyal defenders.

When the opposing soul is exposed, revealed, or restrained, it usually escapes from the window, shouts out the window, and then flies away.

This scene appears repeatedly in the legends of Morusina. When a female ghost or demon (like Morusina) is discovered, she will either disappear or escape from the rooftop.

Sheen was somewhat stunned.

The history of magic is ultimately too long, and Mr. Scamander's words have been proven true.

There is a similar scene in the original work.

The description is as follows:

Harry and Hermione were surrounded by snakes, and Voldemort was nearby, so—

"Ignoring the shards of glass that cut his cheek, Harry grabbed Hermione and leaped from the bedside to the dressing table, then jumped through the broken window into the void. Her screams echoed through the night as the two spun in mid-air..."

At that moment, Harry's scar burst open, and he seemed to transform into Voldemort, rushing across the stinky bedroom, his thin, pale fingers gripping the windowsill.

He watched the man and the little woman spin and disappear. He roared furiously, his shout mingling with the girl's, echoing in the dark garden, drowning out the Christmas bells ringing from the church...

His cries were Harry's cries, his pain was Harry's pain...

At this point, Harry and Voldemort were each other's opposite souls, and Sheehan even learned a term: reverse reincarnation.

When a wizard enters the realm of the gods, we are quite certain that he is naked.

Only his soul was exposed, so the angels and the devil had to fight it out.

Unfortunately, the angels did not win so easily; as time progressed, their defeat was inevitable.

Therefore, it is very difficult for a wizard to enter the realm of the gods, and even if he is so lucky, he cannot stay there for long.

Except for...the gods.

Next, I will tell you the story of the gods...

"Sheen!"

Hermione and Justin trotted over with signed copies of the book, staring at Sheehan and then at the cover.

Hermione's face was practically contorted with suspicion.

Justin hesitated, wanting to ask but unable to find the words.

"This is……"

Hermione puffed out her cheeks.

“Black cat.” Sheehan, showing no displeasure at being disturbed, answered Hermione’s question instead.

"Thank you, my eyes haven't gone blurry yet."

Hermione said irritably.

Then he carefully examined the little wizard.

Sheen gently closed the book; he was already prepared to buy another copy.

"Okay, then..."

Sheen asked.

"Hmph... It's nothing."

Hermione ultimately kept her doubts to herself.

Well, that's just how Sheen is. If he thinks they should know, he'll speak up.

But that doesn't mean she'll give up the investigation.

She knew who had dreamed of such things—Ginny and Hannah.

She will find the answer herself.

……

Diagon Alley, this long cobblestone street is lined with some of the world’s most enticing wizard shops.

Wizards could walk into the backyard at any time, take out their wands, tap the third brick from the left on top of the dumpster, then step back and watch the gate to Diagon Alley open in the wall.

One of the most eye-catching shops is the one that sells brooms.

The same applies today.

The Quidditch boutique was once again crowded with people.

Harry and Ron, wondering what all those people were looking at in the store, squeezed in sideways.

Sheen didn't participate; he was reading a book.

The others quickly pushed past the excited men and women who were fascinated by the wizards.

Finally, they saw a newly erected platform with the most impressive broom they had ever seen in their lives on it.

"The...samples just came out..."

A square-chinned male wizard told his companion.

"This is the fastest flying broom in the world. Isn't it, Dad?"

A boy younger than Harry shook his father's arm and asked in a shrill voice.

"The Irish International Club just placed an order for seven of these premium models!"

The shop owner told everyone,

"They're the hottest items at this World Cup!"

The large witch in front of Harry moved aside, and Harry finally saw the sign next to the broom:

"The latest high-speed flying broom from Fire Arrow features a streamlined design, a high-quality ash wood handle, diamond polishing, and a hand-engraved registration number."

Each carefully selected birch branch at the end of the broom is shaped into a streamlined form, giving the broom unparalleled balance and exquisite accuracy.

The fire bolt can accelerate from a standstill to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds and possesses magical braking properties. Price negotiable.

Price to be discussed… Harry started thinking about how much the Firebolt should cost.

As Ha stared at it with longing eyes, he paid no attention to the wizards around him, nor to the black dog that had reappeared.

And on this very day, the day Sirius Black decides to buy a broom, the day Sirius Black holds "Dreams and Gods" and looks eagerly at the wizard he follows.

He wouldn't have thought of that.

He is prone to getting lost in the beautiful dreams he yearns for.

Because a wizard's soul has not only a positive side, but also a negative side.

"When a wizard enters the realm of the gods, we are quite certain that he is naked."

Only his soul was exposed, so the angels and the demons had to fight it out…

(End of this chapter)