A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

After singing the school anthem, McGonagall announced that everyone could go back to the dormitory and go to bed, and Unieff took this opportunity to run to the staff table to remind Gadwin about the Patronus Charm.

"Okay, okay," Gardwin said helplessly, "but it can't be tonight, I have other things to do."

"You can look at the class schedule first, and then we'll make an appointment. I'll stay here for a long time."

Univer nodded in agreement and returned to the team. Ravenclaw's male prefect Robert Hilliard and female prefect Penello Crevat were already greeting the new students.

Unieff glanced at it, and suddenly realized that there were actually very few freshmen. His own academy barely managed to gather ten, and the Gryffindor next to him couldn't even gather ten.

This is similar to an ordinary Muggle school in the UK, but the problem is that there are many Muggle schools, but there is only one Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

How easy it is for the wizarding world to fail...

Followed the prefect through the noisy crowd, walked out of the auditorium, climbed the marble stairs, and kept going up.

It wasn't until the sixth floor that he turned a corner, walked through a corridor, and then followed several consecutive corners.

They passed suits of ancient armor, and the sound of footsteps rattled their helmets.

"How high... how high..." an Indian girl said in surprise or complaining.

Her name was Padma Patil, and her feet were heavy as if they were on anklets.

She also had a twin sister who went to Gryffindor.

The long curly-haired Prefect Penello replied, "There are still a lot of stairs to climb. Ravenclaw's common room is the furthest and highest at Hogwarts."

Hermione couldn't help but feel a little sad, but it wasn't because she felt that the road was far away, but she was worried about another aspect: "Aren't you going to be late for class?"

"If you don't get up earlier, of course you will." Penello said, "It's good to get used to it, we all come here like this."

They came to a spiral staircase, went up in dizzying little circles, and finally came to a door.

There was no handle or keyhole on the door, just a polished, aged plank with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker.

Penello knocked on the door, the eagle mouth opened immediately, and a gentle, musical sound came out from inside.

It asked: "Will the world ever end?"

Penello didn't answer, but turned to look at the crowd.

"The Ravenclaw feature," she said, "has to answer that question to get into the lounge, and there's a different question every day."

"What if I can't answer? Or what if I answer incorrectly?" a tall, thin boy asked.

He was Terry Boot, the third to wear the hat at the sorting ceremony.

"Then we have to wait for someone else to answer the question correctly," Penello smiled. "In Ravenclaw, it is common for twenty people to block the door to solve the problem."

Unieff saw Hermione's eyes glow.

"I'll answer first tonight, after all, it's a bit late." Penello said, "However, there's not necessarily only one answer. If you're interested, you can try to think for yourself."

"If you believe in it, you will have it, if you believe in it, you will not have it." She replied.

"Makes sense," said the knocker.

Then, the door opened.

Penello led them into the lounge.

This is a large circular room with elegant arched windows on the walls, hung with blue and bronze silks, and from one of them, you can see two parts of the night sky outside.

The ceiling is in the shape of a dome, with stars painted on it, brighter than in the night sky, and the dark blue carpet below is also full of stars.

The room had tables, chairs, bookshelves, and in the alcove opposite the door stood a tall white marble statue, presumably Rowena Ravenclaw.

She has a teasing smile on her face. She is beautiful, but has a distance, but she never tires of seeing it.

Yunefu walked to the window and checked the environment. He visually estimated that he was 60 to 70 meters above the ground. He felt a shaky feeling, and he would definitely fall to his death if he jumped down.

Hermione also came over to look at it. She felt dizzy and her feet softened, but her arms were firmly propped against the window sill.

After a while, the two prefects began to greet the boys and girls respectively. Their dormitories were still above, and the entrances were on the left and right of the statue.

There is no highest, only higher...

Saying goodbye to Hermione, entering the door on the left, at the top of a spiral staircase, Unieff and the boys finally found their own bunks: six beds with four posts, hung with dark blue velvet curtains.

The suitcase had already been delivered, and Unieff found his own puff pastry in a box.

Several roommates greeted them casually, then put on their pajamas and went to bed. They were so exhausted that they fell asleep.

Unieff looked at the timetable. Tomorrow morning will be two potions classes, and afternoon will be a history of magic.

He took out two books and a notebook and put them on the bedside table.

Then, he teased Pu Rongrong again and put it by the pillow.

Put down the curtain, lie on the bed, and look at the top of the bed.

Two lines of clear tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks.

His heart was not sad, he didn't even have superfluous thoughts, and his will was absolutely tenacious. At most, he felt a little empty.

The sudden tears are just the body's automatic response, he said to himself.

After all, the body is only eleven years old, so it's normal for him to be unable to restrain himself.

Just let the body vent.

So he opened his eyes and let the tears flow quietly.

However, the other half's reason told him that this is not just a matter of the body.

The truth is, since he received the news from Hindleich at noon, something was wrong with him.

He was really out of control, otherwise he wouldn't have talked so much to Hermione on the platform of the train, wouldn't have taken her to meet Gadwin, wouldn't have told her about Hindreich, UU reading www. uukanshu. com will not make up the identity of an agent in order to make up for loopholes.

Whether it is a human being, a god, rational or irrational, no matter how many reasons you can find.

The truth is that it is not beneficial to his situation, but instead exposes many flaws.

This means that not only has his body reached a certain limit, but so has his mind.

Yet another voice strongly denies this...

Two kinds of thoughts spread in his body, like two spiders each crawling through half of the blood vessels, forming cobwebs of different structures but equally dense.

Mesh his breath, mesh his heart, mesh all his purposes and actions, and form a cocoon.

Pu Rongrong stuck out her tongue and licked his face, it was itchy, but it seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass, so she ignored it.

Tears wet the pillow, it was a little damp and cold, so I didn't care about it.

My hands and feet are a little numb, but I don't care about it.

Even Mansu didn't want to go.

Time seems to stand still, and the picture ceases.

As if the **** of fate was carefully maintaining the balance on both sides of the scales.

At some point, this balance was upset.

A message came from the system.

"It is detected that the influence of the host on the world has accumulated to a critical point, and it is detected that Mansu has reached two key nodes in the world."

"Connection started."

"The connection is complete."

"You have changed your destiny, you have invaded history, you have used time to open a small wound in the world, and this is the beginning of victory. After this, Mansu will be more closely connected with the world."

"Congratulations to the host for achieving a staged victory: the opening of the world."

"Keep up the good work."

(End of this volume)