Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 605-603: The Wizard's Third Dream

Recruiting Scrimgeour was just one of Sheen's small plans.

He could easily foresee the turmoil that would ensue in the magical world, and he knew what choices the dark wizards, under increasing pressure, would make.

He would fly into a rage, and after being hunted down time and time again, he was not only exhausted but also on the verge of losing his mind.

This is also why Grindelwald came to Hogwarts.

The magical world is no longer safe.

Although it has never been very safe.

"Sheen, can I come to your house?"

A bold voice made Sheen put down the magic hand mirror.

"What?"

He didn't quite hear clearly.

"Hermione and I are planning to go watch the Quidditch World Cup, and we decided to meet up beforehand."

Justin was holding a cup of hot milk when a runaway chocolate frog landed on his shoulder, making him look like a wizard.

"Go to my place, then go to your place, do you have a problem with that?"

Hermione said, her neck stiff.

"I need to ask—"

Sheen was thinking seriously.

Grandpa Marcus recuperated at home and directed his uncles and aunts to rebuild the farm.

He needs to consider whether the elderly person's quiet rest will be disturbed.

The train rumbled along, passing through suburbs, farms, and Muggle towns.

Cattle and sheep grazing all over the hillsides stopped outside their windows, and for a while, the young wizards stared at this oil painting.

"Grandpa Marcus————"

"Sheen, good boy. How long has it been since you last visited your dear Grandpa Marcus? None of the foul stones from the giants' hands are as cold as this mirror you made—because it's always blocked."

Justin and Hermione leaned closer and could see a face that was still vigorous despite his age.

His beard was long and unkempt, but his eyes were bright and alert.

"Hello, children, who are you?"

The old wizard asked with a smile, his face appearing unusually large because he was so close.

"Justin, Justin Finley, esteemed sir."

Justin gave a slight bow, appearing very polite.

"Hermione Granger, sir, you're that wizard, the old Auror who fought off two giants!"

Hermione stared at Marcus for a moment, then exclaimed.

"It's nothing to mention. If you ask me, you could all do that if you all studied Grimm's Notebooks seriously—it's a good book, and we didn't have such a good book back then."

Marcus laughed heartily.

Sheen looked expressionless, but he was actually a little embarrassed.

"Of course, sir. You're right."

Hermione has a sweet smile, sits upright, and looks quiet and well-behaved.

Marcus's impression of her improved considerably.

"I've never met Little Green's friends before. If you'd like, you can come visit my farm. Oh, and you should consider the feelings of an injured old man, shouldn't you?"

A look of sadness crossed Marcus's resolute face.

"certainly!"

Hermione and Justin said in unison.

"Then it's settled with Grandpa Marcus. Little Green, where's Little Green?"

Marcus searched everywhere.

"I'm here, Grandpa Marcus."

Sheen's face appeared in the magic hand mirror.

"You must have some friends. When I was your age, our magic society was big enough to set up an Auror office."

Marcus said earnestly.

He looks like an elderly person who cares about the younger generation.

Sheen listened silently.

"You never make me worry, and sometimes I feel that's not good."

Marcus spoke softly, and the Magic Hand Mirror returned to its calm state.

Looking at Hermione and Justin, whose eyes were fixed on her, the carriage fell silent for a moment.

After a while, Hermione began to hum a melodious tune.

The train arrived at the station amidst the clanging and humming sounds.

With the chimneys blaring, the many parents on the platform appeared as dark shadows.

Justin.

Sheen saw a gentle and elegant noblewoman calling out.

"My mother said that if you hold onto the expectation of seeing each other again, parting won't hurt."

Justin said earnestly to the two of them, "See you next time."

Hermione—

Another voice reached the ears of the remaining two people, and Sheehan saw the Grangers waving.

See you soon.

Hermione snorted, walked out, then came back and hugged Sheehan. "Don't tire yourself out like that, you idiot."

Before Sheen could react, he watched as Harry, Ron, and the others said their goodbyes one by one.

The station became somewhat deserted for a while.

He snapped out of his daze and prepared to take out the Anywhere Door to the farm.

At that moment, a shout interrupted him.

"Sheen One"

The sound drifted from a great distance, and through the thick black smoke, Sheen could see a wizard dressed in an elegant green robe.

Minerva McGonagall was waving her hand gently, like a lighthouse calling to fishing boats in the night.

"professor----"

Sheen ran over briskly.

Farm life is like a sweet dream that makes it easy to fall asleep.

The afternoon sun filtered through the cracks in the barn roof, its warmth falling on Marcus's sparse gray hair.

He had a tumor on one leg, but he still looked radiant.

He does farm work effortlessly, but he uses a magic wand.

Sheen could see Marcus humming a little tune as he cast spells on the land further away.

So when the pumpkin vine was being watered, it flipped over by itself, and the fruit jumped into the cage next to Marcus.

"Grandpa Marcus's legs—"

Sheen withdrew his gaze, and the magic mirror rippled.

"He could have stayed at St. Mungo's Hospital a little longer, but he insisted on coming back."

Minerva McGonagall rubbed her temples, looking somewhat disapproving. "But he might recover soon, if he doesn't move around too much."

The magic mirror returned to calm, and Sheen gently placed it inside the Wizard's Book.

Only then did Sheen begin to think about the border region.

The bridge that connects life and death violates the rules of the boundary, allowing Sheen to comprehend the mysteries of legend in the space of spiritual freedom.

It was a feeling of freedom and unrestrainedness.

It seemed as if the whole world was responding to the wizard's will.

Could this be the key to the legend?

Sheen suddenly realized.

Not two seconds later, Sheen began to ponder another question.

After three ruptures, the Void Rune seemed to have "gotten used to" it, and the mist condensed much faster than Sheen had anticipated.

Sheen should be able to re-enter the border region by next week at the latest.

At the same time, Sheen can also enter someone's dream again.

As he was thinking, the little wizard in the cabin disappeared.

A black cat leaned against the window frame, its whiskers trembling.

It was as if a god had emerged from the darkness, pondering what kind of beautiful dream he would create for the wizard tonight.

As dusk fell, the sky gradually darkened.

Several lanterns floated in the air above the farm, with dust motes drifting around them, like lost fireflies trapped in a tangle.

The shadows between the sheds were so thick they looked as if they were about to drip ink.

Only the little wizard's cabin was spacious and cozy, with the teapot and fireplace making noise together.

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