The next day was Sunday.
Sunday marked Light Snow.
It was both the solar term Light Snow and, in the literal sense, light snow.
At daybreak, tiny snowflakes began drifting through the campus, like salt and sand, rustling softly as they painted the space between heaven and earth a deep bluish gray. In just one night, the world seemed to have grown a few degrees colder.
The black cat padded through the campus, unable to stop himself from shivering several times.
Yes, the black cat.
After transforming into a cat and taking a stroll around Wander Bar last night, Zheng Qing had thought his next transformation would be a week later. Yet after only one night, he received a message from Wander Bar—earlier that day, Wander Bar had obtained intelligence concerning those "crows."
This forced the young publicly funded student to cast the Transformation Spell for the second time in a short span.
"This is absolutely the last time this week!"
The black cat grumbled inwardly. On one hand, he worried that transforming twice in a row might trigger Transfiguration Aftereffects again; on the other, he crept along the wall, alertly avoiding the stray gazes that swept past him.
This behavior stemmed both from feline instinct and from his own deliberate choice. After all, even at a Wizard University, a black cat wearing a mask and a ring would be far too conspicuous if it swaggered around in broad daylight.
Whoosh!
A silver-white Great Barn Owl silently skimmed over the black cat's head, clutching a fat Great Toad that was still desperately kicking its legs. Its broad, spread wings carried a blast of cold wind that stole away much of the little warmth remaining in the black cat's body.
The black cat sucked in a chilly breath and could not