HP Approaches the Magic World

"This, I don't know what it is."

Chen Songyuan glanced at the slender bamboo stick in Qiaoen's hand. It seemed that he had cleaned it out of his father's study the last time he was forced to clean the room at home.

At that time, he said he was going to take it out and throw it away, but he forgot about it after putting it in his pocket. He probably accidentally dropped it in the car.

"If you think it's interesting, I'll give it to you. Anyway, I don't know what it is."

"That's fine. I'll take it back later to see what it is. The words on it look like antiques to me."

"Come on."

Chen Songyuan turned the steering wheel to the left and turned around: "If this thing is an antique, then my house will be full of antiques. My dad probably got it from somewhere. Later, he found it was of no value, so he used it as a bookmark.

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If it were really a good thing, would you be an old man and let me throw it away? The words on it look like antiques, I guess it was someone who imitated the artistic calligraphy."

"That's true, but it's not a big problem to take it back and take a look."

Jon put the small bamboo stick into his pocket with his backhand, then took out his mobile phone and started playing with it.

After lunch, the two of them went back to the laboratory to sort out the results. After returning to the dormitory to pack and send them to the teacher's mailbox, Jon was going to the library.

"Why are you going to the library? Don't tell me, you're going to write your novel again?"

Chen Songyuan patted Qiaoen's arm.

"Listen to my brother's advice. If there is no way out in writing novels, don't persist in this wrong path."

"Go away, I don't write novels to make money."

Of course, Jon knew that Chen Songyuan was not really trying to attack him. The first reader and supporter of his novel was Chen Songyuan. If it hadn't been for this wealthy man, no one would have read his novel.

"I'm going to the library to look this up."

He waved the bamboo slips in his hand: "I heard that the teachers in the history department took advantage of the clearance in the big library next door to buy a large number of old books. I'll go look through them and see if I can find any clues."

"Good brother, why don't you play a game with me? Why are you so hard on yourself? This thing really has no research value."

"It's all boring anyway. Playing games can't solve your boredom. Why don't you do something meaningful with me?"

Jon grabbed Chen Songyuan with his backhand and dragged him out of the dormitory: "Let's go to the library together."

After a while, Chen Songyuan buried his head in the pile of books with a sad face.

"Brother, look at the history students around you. Do they look at us as if they are looking at two perverts?"

Jon lowered his head and carefully flipped through an old book, then raised his head and glanced at Chen Songyuan: "Stop talking nonsense, even if you are looking at perverts, you are not looking at me. Besides, you are among the girls in the history department and literature department.

Infamous historical image, it’s good that those girls didn’t come up to scratch you. Don’t ask for too much. When you usually study here with the girls, why didn’t I see you being so pretentious?”

"Brother, times have changed, okay?" Chen Songyuan lowered his voice and said aggrievedly: "Now I have long since changed my ways and become a new person. The scumbag behavior in the past cannot be involved in the present, right?"

"What you looked like in the past determines your current life. These looks are retribution for your messy relationship between men and women in the past. You have time to care about how others look at you with strange eyes. Why not do something serious and help me?"

Look for similar words, I remember seeing them here before."

"Have you ever seen that?"

Chen Songyuan suddenly gained strength. He stood up from his seat and went straight to the old books in the historical area that smelled of ink.

After a while, he came back with a bunch of books, and then sent back all the books in front of Jon, as well as the book Jon was reading.

"Can you please tell me what you are doing?"

Jon looked at the wealthy man surnamed Chen with a blank look on his face, not understanding what he was doing at all.

"I haven't finished reading it yet."

The rule against making loud noises in the library saved Chen Songyuan, otherwise now Jon would have to let Chen Songyuan know what the angry version of him was.

"You are looking for things you have read before, so how can those things be useful? When you are in the library, you usually look at materials related to the novels you write, but the novels you write are all about ancient times, not

The Shang Dynasty was the Zhou Dynasty, and the most recent ones were the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, so what’s the use of reading information about the Tang and Song Dynasties here?”

"...That's right. Oops, I haven't been in a good mood lately."

Jon took a book and started flipping through it. Fortunately, I didn't have many books in this area, otherwise, he wouldn't know when he would see it.

Chen Songyuan's behavior of risking his life to accompany Junzi was mostly due to boredom. In fact, because he had many girlfriends, he had basically read a little bit of the books in this area, so he didn't think Jon would be able to find him.

desired book.

"I found it."

Jon flipped through the book in his hand. This should be an ancient book that was engraved, but it should also have been engraved during the Republic of China. The traces on it were very clear.

He picked up the bamboo slips placed aside and began to compare them. Finally, he determined that the two were similar, so he raised his head excitedly and wanted to share the news.

However, when he looked up at Chen Songyuan, he found that Chen Songyuan's face had become blurry. It was as if everything began to quickly move away from him in an instant. Everything around him became blurry, except for the hand in his hand.

The book and bamboo slips are still clear.

But it's like it's normal.

He didn't think it was a problem that there were only books and this bamboo slip left in the world.

It was as if a voice kept whispering in his ear, asking him to take a good look at the bamboo slips and books. He lowered his head involuntarily. This feeling made him feel very familiar.

Deja vu.

Who told him such a thing?

He carefully checked the information in his hand and felt that the black bird on the book looked very familiar.

But how can there be a bird without feet in the world?

Jon scoffed.

This book says that the words engraved on the bamboo slips in his hand are a kind of golden tripod inscriptions used for sacrifices. They are just prayers to God for destiny, and they are not words with any meaning.

He turned another page of the book and read the explanation at the back.

But those explanations were full of seriousness, as fake and boring as the official explanations. What interested Jon was that in the book, there was a graffiti left by an unknown person.

A scrawled explanation of fate.

Jon suddenly remembered his situation in his mind, but when he remembered it, the whole world instantly turned dark.

Falling into silence again.