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Chapter 579-577: The Treasure Guarded by the Evil Dragon

Deep in the mist.

A nimble black cat is moving about.

Its tail was curled around a sword, and when the crimson light swept past, even the mist wouldn't get close.

The Sword of Gryffindor —

The black cat scrutinized it as it darted across the field.

After the fog dissipated a bit, the black cat found the sky to be unrealistically high. The light red fog above its head faded into the distance, eventually turning into the hazy gray mist on the horizon.

The vast expanse of white land had no mountains, no trees, only endless grass, pushed by the wind, surging wave after wave towards the horizon, like a silent yet turbulent sea.

The grass had grown as tall as a black cat's head, and a food-like plant drooped heavily, rustling softly in the wind.

Nearby, it was an intense, dark green that seemed impossible to ignore; further ahead, it faded to a verdant hue; further still, it took on a tender yellow tinge; and in the farthest distance, only a fuzzy golden edge remained.

The air was filled with the hot, grassy smell, mixed with the aroma of soil that had been baked in the sun.

The wind blew again, and all the greenery in the world swayed.

Black cats used to always walk through the fog, but who would have thought that the border area would be so lush and green under the fog?

Or has the boundary I'm standing on taken shape?

The black cat didn't know.

Since the Void Rune shattered with a crack, it seems to have become more closely connected to the border region.

Previously, it wouldn't have felt that the border area was so real.

It should be blurry and white.

Even some lakesides, mountains, and swamps should be shrouded in mist.

"Say no to the border" —

The black cat muttered something involuntarily.

It examined the sword curled up on its tail, its scarlet gleam exuding a destructive power.

What kind of magic does Gryffindor's sword possess that makes it so sharp?

When it struck the stone giant, the black cat clearly had a strange feeling.

It wondered, could the sword cut off the stone giant's arm?

The black cat was unaware of what was happening until the battle began.

But later, it came to the conclusion that it wouldn't.

As a result, the sword was indeed unable to harm the stone giant.

At this moment, the black cat had no idea that the stone giant's head could be buried in the clouds.

Or rather, the complete version of the Guardian of the Vine Stone.

A cat's tail always seems to have its own mind; it brandishes its sword and slices through a stalk of straw.

The black cat's whiskers trembled as well.

In the very center of the field, rice paddies reappear.

One by one, scarecrows stood there, and the black cat had no idea that Ariana was so far away from it.

The tail was getting increasingly outrageous; it even tried to cut down the scarecrow.

The black cat stopped it, but in return, it had to carry the sword in its mouth.

"Oh, we meet again, Mr. Little Knight. It seems you still need me."

A scarecrow suddenly jumped out, startling the black cat. Its tail snatched the sword and almost chopped the scarecrow on the head.

Gryffindor broke out in a cold sweat.

"If it were this sword, I might really be bedridden for quite some time."

He raised his head, his amber eyes fixed on the sword so close to his face, unblinking.

A sentence suddenly popped into the black cat's head:

Why aren't you afraid?

"What a vast place!"

Gryffindor sat down casually next to the black cat, the straw rustling softly. "Someone told me that the widest thing in the world is the ocean, and wider still is the sky—do you know anything wider than the sky?"

The black cat cherished the opportunity to reunite with Gryffindor, and it pondered earnestly, "I don't know."

It is the human mind.

Gryffindor smiled knowingly. "You have a vast mind."

"What?"

The black cat didn't react in time.

"Oh, I understand why I'm still able to see you."

Gryffindor didn't respond to the black cat, but instead gave it a cursory look around. "You've always wanted that witch to have a cabin, haven't you?"

The black cat nodded.

The last time Ariana saw two Dumbledores in her dream, four wooden walls appeared.

It wondered if Ariana would dream of them again, would she have a place to shelter her from the wind and rain?

She had been wandering for so long, all alone. What did the black cat want to do?

After all, it was her deity.

In addition, every moment the black cat stayed at the border, its proficiency in soul transformation increased, sometimes even more dramatically. This happened when the empty talisman shattered, but the black cat hadn't had time to check it yet.

It went to examine Gryffindor's sword.

"Dreams are neither as good as you imagine, nor as bad as people imagine—but their effect is limited."

Gryffindor laughed heartily, "A true knight is one who is willing to fight generously for the happiness of others, but in this battle, both the recipient and the knight must risk their lives and honor."

Gryffindor looked at the sword curled up by the black cat's tail.

"You mean—"

The black cat could hear its heart pounding.

It seemed to understand.

Last time, he took Sirius deep into the borderlands, but they failed.

Its reverse form is incredibly powerful, and the borderlands don't allow wizards to linger here.

But Gryffindor told himself to say "no" to the boundary.

Now, it's a blatant and explicit statement.

"I must tell you, little knight. If happiness were so easily obtained, it wouldn't be happiness."

The black cat listened, bewildered.

"Happiness is like a treasure guarded by a dragon on a magical island; to obtain happiness, one must go through a fierce battle."

Gryffindor boldly stepped onto a rock in the field with his left foot.

The black cat thought he was very imposing.

"A knight is always bound to do something outrageous."

Gryffindor laughed heartily, patted the black cat's head, and then disappeared into the depths of the mist.

"He doesn't seem very bright —"

In the distance, Gryffindor scratched his head. "Just like me, I like him too much. Speaking of which, I'm surprised that the Sorting Hat didn't bring him to my side."

The beautiful witch beside him responded with a slightly disdainful look.

Strangely, Gryffindor also sensed an undercurrent of evasion.

"You didn't use that agreement, did you?"

He asked cautiously.

Ravenclaw remained expressionless.

"The Sorting Hat kept its promise, right?"

Gryffindor was shocked and enraged.

"You challenged a fourteen-year-old wizard to a duel."

Ravenclaw said.

"I did it then—no, you, Rowena, you stole it—"

Gryffindor was furious.

"You challenged a fourteen-year-old wizard to a duel."