It was common knowledge.
Every seven days, Ian entered the Misty Illusion in his sleep. For the time being, he still did not know why he possessed this ability, but over the years, he had developed the habit of keeping careful track of the days.
Seven was a magical number.
At least, in the world of Harry Potter, seven was an extraordinarily magical number.
It carried special significance.
Many things in the world of Harry Potter were inextricably linked to that number. Perhaps it was a magical number etched into the Cosmic Rules of the Harry Potter universe. Just as 42 represented a universal constant in certain worlds, perhaps 7 was the magical constant of the Harry Potter world.
Of course.
Whatever the truth was.
The fact that Ian entered the Misty Illusion once every seven days was reality. He only needed to remember which day of the week he entered it, and over the years, he had almost never made a mistake.
This time was clearly an exception.
The main reason was that nighttime in the Harry Potter world was daytime here, which was genuinely confusing. And with so many complicated things happening here, Ian had had no time to spare much attention to it.
Now.
Without warning.
Ian entered his misty dream in a way he never had before—he had stayed up without sleeping in the past, but he had never experienced anything like today's "forced sleep."
Ian did not know whether Titaness Claire had something to do with it, or whether it was related to the period of time he was currently in. In any case, the way he entered the Night of Bewilderment this time was far too abnormal.
In fact.
Not only was the way he entered highly unusual, but even the scene he saw