Hogwarts Sneakers

"Joyce..."

"Just call me Carl, Joyce seems lively."

Webb Brown, a boy with orange hair and brown eyes, is a mixed-race first grader like him.

The current Slytherin table is clearly divided between those who agree with Joyce and those who are hostile to Joyce.

However, the faction that agrees with Joyce is obviously larger.

In addition to mixed-blood wizards, there are also many pure-blood wizards who also scorn the theory of blood.

"Okay, Karl, do you want to pack food for a midnight snack?" Weber was confused.

The dinner was coming to an end, and Karl was collecting the intact food.

Karl explained: "The food at Hogwarts tastes good and will satisfy your cravings at night."

Weber touched his belly, which was about to burst, and felt a little emotional about Karl's amazing appetite.

The opening ceremony ended in a noisy discussion.

Deductions for Savior Harry, Joyce and Malfoy, and the final stage test.

No matter which one of them, it would have caused a sensation at the opening ceremony in the past, let alone all three of them now.

Especially the phased test proposed by Joyce, as well as Dumbledore's platform, are linked to the Academy Cup!

Therefore, even after the meeting ended, the sound of discussion still echoed throughout Hogwarts.

Prefect Gemma Farley led the first-year students to the lounge. Looking at the two distinct teams, she had a headache.

The appearance of Joyce completely detonated the conflict that Slytherin had been squeezing for a long time.

Moreover, it is still the kind that cannot be alleviated.

Farley couldn't help but hold her forehead. As a prefect...it's hard to lead a team...

However, it is much simpler when allocating dormitories. You don't need to think too much, just pure blood and mixed blood will be together.

Farley gave a brief speech to the prefects, admonished Joyce and Malfoy, and left.

Weber, Klaus, Edwin, these are Carl's roommates.

Klaus had light blond hair and glasses, and his temperament and appearance made Karl a little jealous.

Edwin was the opposite of him. He had explosive muscles and a small head. He was easy to mess with at first glance, but he was also a talkative person. He kept chattering along the way, and the most talked about was that he wanted to trample the pure blood. At his feet, let those who look down on him see him.

Late at night, Edwin was still energetic: "I will definitely be the first in this phased test!"

Weber yawned and said helplessly: "Ah, yes, yes, you are right."

Karl said: "Standard spells, thousands of magical herbs and types, magic potions and potions..."

Edwin was confused: "What are you talking about?"

Klaus was completely speechless: "This is a first grade textbook!"

Karl sighed: "30 years to the east of the river, 30 years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty, Edwin, see you in 30 years."

Edwin scratched his head and asked seriously: "Karl, is 30 years too long?"

Weber couldn't help but feel sleepy: "Thirty years is too short. Go to sleep, go to sleep, Edwin, you can have everything in your dreams."

After a long time, after everyone fell asleep, there was only the sound of the lake water flowing.

Carl got up from the bed and walked to the common room.

The food brought from the opening ceremony was certainly not just to satisfy his craving, his appetite was not that big yet.

He wants to perform a ceremony.

After becoming a Sequence 9 secret peeper, he mastered a lot of ritual magic.

However, low-sequence people themselves are not strong enough, and almost all ritual magic they can perform is to pray for power from the outside.

Therefore, we can only consider orthodox gods, and we must not try to communicate with unknown and unpredictable existences.

But the ritual magic he now masters has no idea which existence it points to, and the previous spiritual vision that attracted Voldemort's attention is still vivid in his mind, so Carl does not intend to blindly perform ritual magic, otherwise he may die faster!

He wants to pray to the library that traveled with him!

Karl did not rush to perform the ritual, but checked the common room again to make sure that no one was there before placing the food in the four corners. He tapped the thumb and middle finger of his left hand twice to activate his spiritual vision, an invisible and vigorous power. emerge.

Following the tones and incantations of ritual magic, he began to chant:

“I pray for the power of words;”

“I pray for the power of words;”

“I pray for the power of books;”

Language, writing, books, the three-part anchor has locked in the existence of prayer.

Carl made his final prayer: "I pray for the favor of knowledge. I pray for the knowledge of the first semester of my first year at Hogwarts."

From the spell, he knew the true identity of the library, which corresponded to the knowledge itself.

He was even more sure of the identity of the library's sefirah.

At this moment, Karl felt that the air seemed to stop flowing and became thick and strange.

Before he could react, he stepped lightly and fell into the rushing river. The sometimes thin, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes seductive, sometimes manic, and sometimes crazy whispers in the river rushed into him crazily from all directions. brain.

Karl covered his ears, trying to block out the sounds, but it was no use.

At this moment, drop after drop of water hit his forehead.

Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration, and Flying.

The knowledge of eight subjects in the first semester of Hogwarts' first year was poured directly into his brain!

"Is this the pursuit of knowledge..."

"Oops... I still think about things too simply..."

Karl thought he was cautious enough and specifically limited it to "the first semester of first grade" to reduce the amount of knowledge.

But I didn’t consider how exaggerated it would be to pour half a year’s worth of knowledge from seven subjects directly into the brain!

At least now, his consciousness was beginning to collapse under the wash of knowledge.

Karl tried to stabilize his consciousness, but it was of no use. Death seemed to be coming at any time.

Just when he couldn't bear it anymore, his body suddenly felt light, as if he was falling out of a rushing river.

Carl opened his eyes and found himself in the library.

At the same time, he could see the rushing river outside the library and the much smaller whispers.

Not only that, the infusion of knowledge has not stopped, it is still pouring into the brain continuously, but there is no burden at all.

"It seems that the library can protect my soul, just like the Source Castle can isolate spiritual pollution."

Karl felt like he was surviving a disaster and looked at the library in front of him again.

He still knows too little about the library.

When the reception was complete, Carl felt that his brain was heavy, and the knowledge in the textbook was easily grasped at his fingertips.

"The Hermit Path is really at home in this world..."

Karl couldn't help but sigh. In just one ceremony, he gained knowledge that ordinary people could acquire in a semester!

Of course, he must also thank the library for his help, otherwise he would be dead or become an idiot now.

After exiting the library, Karl walked back to the dormitory and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

In his confusion, a whisper sounded in his ears, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Accompanying the whispers was a hissing and crawling sound, as if something was coming from far and near.

Then there was a cold touch on his skin, giving him goosebumps immediately.

In fear, Karl suddenly opened his eyes.

"Whoosh-"

Karl breathed heavily and touched his forehead, sweat falling.

The other people in the dormitory were still sleeping. They glanced at the window. The dim lake was now illuminated. It must be morning.

He didn't like Slytherin's dormitory, which was a little different at the bottom of the lake, but he preferred the sunshine.

A black book appeared in front of Carl's eyes.

The pages of the book turned and came to a blank page, and a line of text fell.

"You get attention...you listen to the babble...even if you don't understand it for the time being."

Karl sighed: "What a disaster. What unknown entity is paying attention to me?"

He thought about it carefully, but all he remembered was a hissing and crawling sound that made his scalp numb.