Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 405, Section 403: Star

A little story began to circulate in the border area.

The wizard should greet a black cat that rarely appears with the utmost openness and joy.

Then, wait for good luck.

In the Muggle world, black cats often symbolize misfortune, fear, and mystery;

But in the borderlands where only wizard souls exist, the souls readily believed the story.

A wizard obsessed with adventure passed through the forest. He saw flowers blooming on a barren piece of land, and he left satisfied with the story.

A kind old woman passed through the forest. She smiled, touched the blooming rose, picked up a seed, and walked down another path.

A middle-aged man with a cold and aloof appearance walked over. If Sheen were here, he would know that this man looked exactly like the statue he had seen in the secret room, and even had a longer face.

He glanced coldly at the wooden hut standing in the desolate land, then took his scepter and bid farewell to the place.

In any case, that's how the story began to circulate.

Four people passed.

in the hut.

The fireplace burned, its flames flickering, as warm as it had been centuries ago.

They remained silent, occasionally uttering a few words.

Finally, it was inevitable to talk about a cat, a cat with jet-black fur.

"Like stars..."

Helena said in a low voice.

"The stars in the night are as silent as stars, distant and bright."

When you need it, you don't need to say anything; just look up, and the stars will accompany you for a while.

Rowena listened, her book placed at the farthest point, a smile on her face.

……

The wizards who used to roam freely by the Black Lake were gone, and the Forbidden Forest had become a blurry expanse.

Hogwarts Castle fell into slumber.

It was a night when the stars were exceptionally bright.

Sheen walked down the corridor where the portraits seemed to be talking, his old book from Rowena Ravenclaw's workshop stuffed inside the Wizarding Book.

Mr. Owl gave it to him and told him:

"In the wizarding world, the continuation of knowledge is the top priority."

The yellowed parchment records some secrets of the magical world, such as the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance.

This made Sheen's steps much lighter.

Those wizards who were fortunate enough to witness this process (I like to spend hours quietly in this tower hoping to observe their actions) all believed that the judgment of the Pen of Acceptance was more lenient than that of the Book of Admission.

Even the slightest sign of magic is enough to tempt the pen of acceptance. At this point, the Book of Admission will slam shut, refusing to be written on, until it receives sufficiently clear evidence of magical power.

very funny.

Sheen then looked down:

In fact, there is a purpose to the strictness of the admission criteria:

Its record of keeping Squibs out of Hogwarts is near perfect. Children whose parents are wizards but have no magic power occasionally possess a faint, residual magical aura surrounding them because of their parents.

But once their parents' magic no longer surrounds them, there is no doubt that they will have no ability to cast spells.

The admission guidelines reject such people.

The sensitivity of the receiving pen, coupled with the rigor of the admission book, meant they never made a single mistake.

Interesting magical creations.

Sheen thought about it and hoped to find more interesting records in it.

As he walked, immersed in the magical world, a door suddenly opened and pulled him inside.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Sheen looked at the familiar round house, as if he had a sudden realization.

"I've always wanted to talk to you."

Dumbledore smiled as he looked at him, the tips of his ten long fingers touching.

"I must ask you, Sheen, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

He said gently,

"Anything."

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Sheen immediately chimed in.

"Hehehe..."

Dumbledore's beard twitched, revealing a pleased expression.

They sat in the chairs in the headmaster's office, and Dumbledore looked at the young wizard through the steam of his tea, as if trying to remember where to begin.

"In Iphamoni..."

Sheen took out a book stained with some purple flowers from the Requiem Ritual, which was titled "The Book of Ghosts."

"Ms. Aesop taught me some things about ghosts. By the way, Ms. Aesop herself was a ghost."

Then……"

Dumbledore listened with a smile and said:

"and then?"

"I sent her away."

Sheen spoke the truth.

"Hehehe—"

Dumbledore's smile faltered for a moment, then his beard began to tremble with pleasure.

"Death is the anniversary of the dead for the living, but for the ghosts, it is a day of rest."

Sheen added.

"It looks like there will be more road signs next time you go to the border."

Dumbledore looked out into the quiet darkness.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, and I have already met with Ms. Aesop."

I asked her to help me find some special people.

Sheen continued.

"what……"

Dumbledore's expression turned serious; it took him a lot of effort to ask the question.

"Then, Principal Sel, would you...?"

Sheen gently shook his head:

"No, Ms. Sel told me that the paths of two souls do not easily intersect, but she found a special wizard."

The kettle in the principal's office boiled over, making a bubbling sound that interrupted their conversation for a few seconds.

"What you see and explore is a realm that has never been touched by anyone in the records."

"Sheen, so, who did you see?"

Dumbledore still looked kind.

"Ms. Ravenclaw."

As Sheen spoke, the snow piled up on the eaves of the principal's office seemed to give way and fell smoothly onto the snow below the castle with a "plop".

"An interesting story."

Dumbledore smiled.

"Um……"

Sheehan sat in his chair; he could certainly understand the wishes of Headmaster Dumbledore, or an old man.

He was slightly disappointed.

"Walk slowly, walk steadily, Mr. Green."

You know this is true.

Okay, so what did you do next? Is the book in your hand a Ravenclaw relic?

To be honest, even I didn't know the admission guidelines in that much detail.

Dumbledore took a sip of black tea, his eyelids steaming with moisture.

"I saw Ms. Gray off."

Sheen continued.