Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

Lin Xia was unaware that Nawei was gradually discovering the abnormality in his body, and that he didn't seem as weak as he had imagined.

After finishing her Transfiguration class, she went to the place where Hufflepuff had previously patrolled, returning to the spot where she had found the silver boots.

While on patrol last night, a thought suddenly struck her: she could use a spatial magic array to detect any remaining traces of spatial transfer.

Perhaps we can glean a glimpse into how the inner world operates from the space of the surface world.

The once quiet corridor is now bustling with activity.

Some students chased and played around, laughing and joking. One student, carrying too many books, stumbled and spilled his books all over the ground.

Lin Xia saw this and went over to help pick up the book.

This student is not from Hufflepuff House, but a lower-year student from Ravenclaw House.

But Lin Xia was very famous among the freshmen. When this student saw her, his eyes lit up and he greeted her.

"Lin Xia, hello, my name is Felice, I admire you very much."

When I came to Hogwarts, my first choice was Hufflepuff, but the Sorting Hat said I was better suited for Ravenclaw. After much deliberation, I finally chose Ravenclaw.

Frieza continued, "But I still yearn for Hufflepuff. I really love your free, harmonious, and friendly reading atmosphere."

Lin Xia smiled slightly and said, "I'm discussing with the Hufflepuff prefects whether we should organize a weekend tea party."

The tea party was to be held in the Great Hall, not just for Hufflepuff students, but for students from all houses, forming a large-scale book discussion.

To get more students involved, to generate more inspiration through discussion, and to foster a supportive reading atmosphere.

If you're interested in this discussion, keep an eye out for announcements from the auditorium; there should be news within a month at the latest.

Felice exclaimed excitedly, "Great! I can't wait!"

He turned to look out the window and suddenly said, "Lin Xia, it's so nice to see you. The weather is also quite nice today; it's not too cold or too hot."

Lin Xia was stunned when she heard his words.

"you……"

She wanted to say something, but Felice had already run away.

A look of seriousness flashed across Lin Xia's eyes.

The student's words just now, though not exactly the same as what she wrote with a quill pen, have the same meaning. Could this be a coincidence?

With this thought in mind, she went to the place where she had found the silver boots.

The school bell rang in my ears, and the once noisy corridor suddenly became silent.

She had no classes after that, so she stood there and stretched out her wand, outlining an extremely complex and intricate spatial magic array.

Although the drawing was done with a wand in the air, rather than with a mithril pen, it was so detailed that it achieved about 80% of the effect of drawing with a mithril pen.

Lin Xia was unaware that while she was sketching, a professor silently came to this place and watched her draw the intricate spatial magic array.

This professor was none other than Professor McGonagall!
When the power of an evil god appeared in the school, Dumbledore gave her full authority to investigate, instructing her to use all her strength to find the evil god hiding in the school and to bring that person to justice.

Evil gods often prefer to collaborate with outstanding and talented students.

Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord from before, is the most typical example.

It's hard to say whether his path to studying the soul and becoming a dark wizard wasn't influenced by the sinister and eerie evil forces in the school.

If not for being misled by these hidden forces, this student's talent might have allowed him to become another genius wizard in the wizarding world.

The [Portrait of the Speaker] in her hand, which had fallen into invisibility, spoke up: "Can you feel it? What a radiant and majestic power!"

You actually believe she's a vessel for the sinister power of an evil god? You're seriously underestimating that power! Under its impact, the evil god's power is utterly utterly crushed!

McGonagall frowned slightly; she didn't sense any fluctuations in power attributes.

Moreover, from her perspective, it can be seen that Lin Xia is creating a magic rune array in the air, and the fluctuations caused by the magic rune array should be fluctuations in spatial energy attributes.

What kind of glorious power is there?

She had been to the world of evil gods before and used the power of light to fight against them, so it was impossible for her not to know what the power of light was like.

McGonagall whispered, "I didn't sense anything. Aren't you showing her too much favoritism? You like her a lot, and you want her to be your master?"

The portrait of the narrator looks at McGonagall, and the handsome man in it smiles at her.

“McG, due to the rules, I cannot tell you exactly what this power is, but I can tell you that it has absolutely nothing to do with the evil god power you are thinking of.”

These are two completely different forces, like one in the South Pole and the other in the North Pole, and the power of the evil god is utterly incomparable to the energy within her.

At this point, he said meaningfully, "Actually, what interests me more is why Hogwarts kept her at the school?"
With her abilities, if this were my student days, the school would have sent her to explore other worlds long ago. Why would they keep her in the academy and waste her talent and genius?

“McGarden, I don’t think Hogwarts is giving her the best upbringing. I urge you to take action quickly. If the school doesn’t respond soon, this excellent student might be snatched away by someone else.”

McGonagall's brow furrowed even more.

She felt that the "talker" profile was talking nonsense.

This is not surprising, as the portrait of the confidant is, after all, a strange object, and using it can produce some strange, monstrous murmurs.

Furthermore, the use of these strange objects can be affected by the delirium of evil gods, leading to mental confusion.

What it just said was quite confusing.

In the wizarding world, there are only a few large schools, and besides Hogwarts, she couldn't think of any other school that could offer Lin Xia a better experience.

Suddenly, a violent spatial fluctuation came from the surroundings.

McGonagall quickly looked up and saw that the intricate spatial magic array that Lin Xia had drawn in the air had taken shape.

As the wand gently tapped a point in front of it, the magic rune array transformed into a shimmering wave, rippling and sparkling with silvery spray.

In that instant, the entire dark corridor was illuminated by this ray of light, which made it appear as if there were tangible silver ripples in the water, causing them to undulate violently in the space.

McGonagall stared intently at Lin Xia, this change carrying a certain significance.

Lin Xia closed her eyes amidst the silvery ripples of water, carefully sensing the spatial coordinates of the surface world.

Then, she noticed a small gap.

This small dot is where she found the silver boots before. She used a flawed version of the spatial magic array just to quickly find the location.

The full-effect spatial magic rune array is being used now. Although the drawing process takes a while, it provides Lin Xia with more feedback. Her consciousness followed the diffusion pattern of the magic rune array and entered this small gap.

Then, she witnessed another way of operating in a spatial dimension, which startled her and left her deeply shocked.

The spatial coordinates of the surface world are three-dimensional planes, while the spatial coordinates of the inner world are actually simpler; they are just two-dimensional graphics.

But there are many more possibilities hidden in two-dimensional graphics.

Any two-dimensional point can be used to reach another point.

The distance between points can be infinitely large or infinitely small.

A tiny point on a two-dimensional plane can be infinitely large or infinitely small, full of all possibilities.

"So, these are the rules governing the operation of the inner world?"

"It's surprisingly simple, not complicated at all."

In that instant, Lin Xia felt that he had seen through the rules of the inner world's operating space; a blurry layer of paper had been pierced through.

This rule was very simple in Lin Xia's eyes, but it was extremely difficult in the eyes of others.

It's something that those who understand it can grasp at a glance, while those who don't will never understand even after studying it a thousand times. It's a matter of conceptual understanding.

As Professor Babling said, the "potion element theory" is a matter of conceptual cognition.

This theory is more readily accepted by younger wizards, while for older wizards it is the cornerstone of their understanding of potions.

Forcing yourself to learn something will make it very difficult to understand, and may even cause you to break down.

McGonagall stared intently at Lin Xia and noticed that, illuminated by the silver ripples, her body seemed to be in a very mysterious state.

In her perception, she seemed to be standing in front of herself, yet also seemed to have gone to a very far place; what remained before her eyes was merely an appearance.

"This is the power of space, this is impossible! How could she, at such a young age, comprehend the power of space?"
Moreover, I feel that this spatial power is more advanced than the spatial power I usually perceive. How did she do that?

McGonagall muttered to herself, not understanding Lin Xia's state at all.

She wondered, could this be the advanced energy described in the "Confessor" portrait?

Spatial rune arrays are indeed far more powerful than modern spells. Ancient wizards used ancient runes, but since the use of a single ancient rune was limited, they combined them into complex rune arrays to achieve their goals.

It is also because learning ancient demonic scripts is too demanding on talent that they are gradually lost over time. Demonic script arrays that rely heavily on ancient demonic scripts are lost even faster than the ancient demonic scripts themselves.

But in fact, the portrait of the "confessor" reveals the core energy at Lin Xiali's core through all the external appearances.

However, due to the rules, it is impossible to directly explain what kind of energy this is; it can only be expressed vaguely.

McGonagall, however, could not comprehend the power described in the portrait of the "Confessor," and mistakenly believed it to be the power of the magic runes, thus achieving perfect logical self-consistency.

Although the misunderstanding was wrong, the final result was gratifying.

In McGonagall's mind, Lin Xia had completely shed the label of "chosen one of the evil god," eliminating any possibility of cooperating with the evil god.

McGonagall gave Lin Xia a deep look, then gently raised her wand and cast a defensive spell centered on Lin Xia.

The little wizards who will be running around in the hallway after class should stay away from this area so as not to disturb Lin Xia's deep meditation.

"Such outstanding talent in spatial magic arrays, and having been chosen as a disciple by Babling, he will soon inherit Babling's mantle."

Her starting point was much higher than Tom's back then. With such a firm will, it was impossible for her to be bewitched by the delusions of evil gods. Even in the world of evil gods, no conditions could be more favorable than those in the wizarding world.

Not to mention that ancient demonic script is an extremely ancient and powerful force, surpassing even the power of evil gods, and can even suppress the power of evil gods.

With that thought in mind, McGonagall felt completely relieved.

She turned around and went to another place, thinking to herself that it was time to grant Lin Xia more permissions.
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Lin Xia opened her eyes again, snapping out of her deep meditative state, and found that it was already evening.

Fortunately, apart from the transformation class this morning, I had no classes all day, so I didn't have to go to other professors to explain my reasons.

She moved her body slightly, making a crisp "crackling" sound from her bones, and felt an unprecedented clarity in her mind.

With just a moment's thought, rows of spatial coordinates unfolded before her.

There are coordinates in the inner world and coordinates in the outer world. These rows of coordinates are like beautiful numbers, attracting her to touch them quickly.

Lin Xia pondered for a while, and a string of numbers flashed through her mind. Those numbers were the coordinates of the other world.

The magic in her body was drained, and the next second, Lin Xia opened her eyes again and found herself near Hufflepuff's dining table in the Great Hall.

The young wizards were excitedly discussing their studies and daily lives.

Some wizards were startled when they saw Lin Xia.

"Lin Xia, when did you get here? We didn't see you before. We were just looking for you, wanting to discuss the weekend tea party you mentioned."

Cedric saw Lin Xia, his eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed her and asked, "What other ideas do you have? Tell me quickly."

Lin Xia looked down at herself, remaining silent, as if sensing something.

But she quickly came to her senses and said, "I think we can involve students from other houses as well. I met a Ravenclaw student who said he really admired the learning environment at Hufflepuff."

Since we plan to hold the tea party in the auditorium on the weekend, why not make it bigger so that everyone can participate?
I think the tradition of Hufflepuff is that there is no tradition; everyone can come to Hufflepuff and find their most comfortable place.

Cedric pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "What a brilliant idea!"

He quickly added, "I also think it would be better to spread the word. Maybe the weekend tea parties can become a school tradition and be preserved forever."

Rather than making changes and adjustments only to the college, Cedric hopes for a change in the overall appearance of the entire school.

Hufflepuff has always been so open and inclusive.

"Lin Xia!"

Ron's panicked voice came over as he rushed to Lin Xia, grabbed her hand, and ran towards the Gryffindor dining table.

Even Draco was at the table, and their expressions were somewhat serious.

Ron asked, "This afternoon we had Snape's Potions class. Just before the class was about to end, Snape suddenly came to my side, told me a time and place, and told me not to be late. What happened?"

The more Ron thought about it, the more he felt that this situation was somewhat like Snape trying to teach them something, just like it had been during the winter break.

A chilling thought flashed through his mind: Was Snape going to teach them about the closed-minded book again?
They had barely escaped the terrifying Snape, were they about to face him again? (End of Chapter)