Jiang Xiao Mao

Mentioning the vicious incident by the lake, the wizards seated on the bench immediately lost much of their interest in conversation. The night wind swept across the lake, carrying a faint chill that further lowered the temperature of the surrounding atmosphere.

After a long silence, the Fat Wizard seemed to have finally found a new topic. He laboriously rose to his feet, pointed at the rockery in the distance, and said in surprise, "Hey, look! Is there a little something on that rockery?"

Although a Full Moon hung in the sky, the lakeside was often shrouded in mist of varying density, so visibility was not particularly good. From afar, the rockery was nothing more than a pitch-black silhouette.

Yet within that black silhouette was a tiny patch of white, exceptionally conspicuous.

When no one paid attention to it, that patch of white was like a coin dropped on the road, easily overlooked. But once someone noticed it, it became the only point of light against a black curtain, impossible to miss.

"Looks like a cat?" Curly Haired Dog seemed interested as well. He sat up slightly and craned his neck toward the rockery. "I remember the little cat whose eyes were gouged out was found there, right?"

"It really was... too cruel." The chubby fellow could not help sighing.

"Could its family have come looking for it?" the tall thin male wizard guessed. "I remember that all the little animals allowed to stay in the school have some spiritual awareness. Maybe it's mourning?"

"Very likely." The Fat Wizard nodded in agreement. "The little cat that died back then was white too... I saw it before the school took away its body. I remember the school paper even ran an obituary for it that day, with a full-body photograph where its