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Chapter 637, Section 635: Bringing Out

Border area.

A thick fog hung in the air.

Alice sat on the ground for a long time, with Frank standing beside her like a wall.

"The old gentleman who just arrived at the border said that our Na'vi are very good—"

Frank comforted Alice in his deep voice, "He learned a lot of magic and made some friends at Hogwarts—his defense against the Dark Arts is particularly good, just like mine; Professor Sprout of Herbology always praises him, I think he inherited your talent—"

Alice stared blankly ahead, without saying a word.

Frank slowly continued, recounting what he had heard from the old man: "We should trust him; he's capable of protecting himself—Alice, you know? He got second place in Defense Against the Dark Arts, second only to that Grimm—we should be proud."

The thunder stopped, dark clouds rolled in from afar, and then a violent, collapsing sound rang out.

Frank and Alice looked ahead together.

They saw a black cat.

It stood in the wheat field, next to the black cat statue outside the wooden house in the distance.

"Frank————"

Just as the dark clouds were about to engulf us, and as the border trembled violently from the collapse of the colossal structure, Alice finally spoke, "Why does our Neville need to be so proficient in defense against the dark magic—"

Frank was speechless. He saw a crystal tear slide down Alice's cheek, and a sudden wave of bitterness washed over him. He silently lowered his head.

The wind is a transparent river, and the rain is a cool shooting star.

As the cold, icy light of the shooting star gradually faded at Hogwarts, Neville sat blankly on his bed.

A tear suddenly slid down her chubby cheek.

He felt a strange sadness, his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound.

He looked at the candy wrapper in his palm, thinking about questions that could not be answered.

Will they wake up?

His father, with his deep, gruff voice; his mother, with eyes brighter and gentler than candy wrappers—

Are they dead?

Why did he see them in that place?

My eyelids couldn't bear the weight of this thought, and tears welled up again.

He sobbed.

They didn't notice Ron and Harry, who had just woken up.

The two of them quietly peeked their heads out from under the covers, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Border area.

Wheat field.

The black cat gazed at Frank and Alice from afar.

It seemed to have no intention of coming to them, but instead sat down on the spot.

On its furry neck, an ancient stone slab had cracked five times, very close to the seven cracks that Lady Hufflepuff had mentioned.

Even more unsettling, at this moment, a sixth fine mark pierced through the stone slab, unfolding along strange patterns.

The sixth crack, the one that appeared when we entered the border area, made a slight sound.

The black cat stared at it, seemingly lost in thought.

"The master of dreams and mists, the bridge between life and death, the symbol of eternal good fortune —"

A respectful yet deep call roused the black cat from its reverie.

It saw Frank walk awkwardly and stiffly into the wheat field, and then to the black cat statue.

Good evening, Mr. Frank.

The black cat said, its tail curled.

Good evening, esteemed deity.

Frank lowered his head.

"Nawi—"

He spoke hesitantly.

There won't be a next time.

The black cat gazed into the distance.

Frank's eyes held a shattered hope, and his upright posture swayed slightly.

"In any case, Frank the Wizard pays you his highest respects. May the dreamlike visions last forever, and may good fortune always twitch its ears."

The black cat didn't speak; it raised its head and asked, "Shall we say goodbye?"

"Are you leaving already?"

Frank said.

"It wasn't me."

The black cat gently raised its paw, and the stone slab floated up, while the white mist swirled as if following the rules of the gods.

"What you want to say is—"

Frank suddenly tensed up.

"You're leaving, Mr. Frank. You don't belong here."

The black cat looked serious.

"You must be joking—that's impossible—even if it were a god—"

Frank had never been so terrified as he was now. "Alice—come here—quick—"

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He denied it while shouting Alice's name.

"Shall we say goodbye?"

The black cat repeated that sentence again.

"Of course—of course—"

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Frank's panic was written all over his face. He hugged Alice tightly, his face filled with childlike excitement.

"Frank, you—"

Alice was held tightly in his arms, and asked softly, puzzled.

"You won't believe what I heard, so come with me, we need to say goodbye to Mrs. Lance and Mr. Freud—"

Frank's voice trembled.

"Frank!"

Alice exclaimed his name, and Frank nodded quickly to her.

"Mr. Longbottom, Mrs. Longbottom, hurry up—"

The black cat spoke, gazing at the black and red mist rushing in from afar, "Before the border area throws me out—"

Its final sound was neither loud nor soft, but the Longbottoms clearly didn't hear it.

The two had already left as quickly as possible.

A black cat guarded the wheat field, its tail wrapped around its paws.

Milky white mist floated around it.

Its thoughts were also drifting.

Once a wizard's soul sinks into the borderland, there is no possibility of it returning to reality.

The eternal borderlands are governed by rules that have persisted for millennia.

But what if the wizard's soul hasn't completely sunk into the borderlands?

Can their souls reunite after splitting?

That's for sure.

In that other world, when wizards embark on great adventures, separated souls will reunite.

Even Tom Riddle was no exception; if his soul could be saved and not judged, when he died, no matter how many pieces of his soul were, they would all become one.

But—can the wizard's soul reunite in that other world?

That's impossible, of course—for a wizard.

But I'm not a wizard, at least not now—

As the black cat thought this, the trembling of the empty talisman intensified.

He recalled Dumbledore's words: "I once studied the Soul Relics of Vulgate with great interest. Their power is too profound for me to be considered among the most obscure, insignificant and unremarkable of all those who have studied them."

To this day, no one has been able to bring a wizard into their dream.

The wizards of Vagad can easily shapeshift and make real prophecies based on astronomy, just like the centaurs you've seen.

However, they always believed that only a wizard who could bring souls in or out was the true master of the Soul Relics, and the eldest son of the supreme god Castaner.

Bring out ————

As it sank into the border area, the black cat realized that this was feasible.

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