People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 335: A Unique Force Lesson
The dinner was not going to end as soon as Dumbledore had prayed.

Whether it is the transformed wizard bloodline in the spell card world, or the new humans in this world who have mostly had force fibers transplanted, they are all big eaters.

The reason why the main meal ends so quickly is simply because the dessert portion makes people feel more indulgent and enjoyable.

For wizards and new humans whose magical energy resides in the brain at the material level, the status of sugar, a substance that produces dopamine and other neurotransmitters that can stimulate the brain, is naturally unquestionable.

So, under the eager gaze of the Dumbledore brothers, the desserts on the table: all kinds of ice cream, puddings, cakes, donuts, fruits, rice pudding were just cleared away, and new desserts were added to the plates in time, as if there was no end.

Only Durmstrang seems to be an exception.

They don't have a special dessert time. Although there are desserts, the students are more interested in the various meat dishes that are large pieces or even cooked whole without being cut.

As a result, they filled their stomachs earlier, and the principal stood up to end the meeting.

(Aberforth glanced at him gloomily. For him, it was useless to end this early. It would be best if Beauxbatons ended early. This stimulated him instead.)
(But in reality, French food is small and exquisite, and the students' appetites remain unchanged, so it is very likely that Beauxbatons will be the last school to finish the dinner.)
(Thinking of this, the beautiful serenade of the mountain nymphs accompanying the meal coming from the hibiscus screen seemed to have lost its soothing effect.)
Just as Aberforth predicted, while the students of Beauxbatons were still nibbling their desserts, at Hogwarts, Castellobus had already announced the end of the dinner.

Only after Harry and Cedric had finished their showers and gone to bed did Fleur follow the crowd to the lounge.

("How beautiful," exclaimed Hermione.)
(The corridors of Beauxbatons are like works of art. The floor, ceiling, and walls are all extremely exquisite, and artistic statues are scattered on both sides of the corridor.)
(But the most eye-catching thing is the huge two-way spiral staircase, which is full of design.)
(Hermione had only seen something similar in a castle built for King Francis I of France in the 16th century, which was said to have been designed by the king’s friend Leonardo da Vinci.)
Furong herself felt that it was commonplace, and only when she heard Ariana's praises did she manage to smile a little more.

Entering a more beautiful lounge,
Go straight to the girls' dormitory.

(A Beauxbatons student complained, "I'm still a little uncomfortable with the idea of ​​having an extra boys' dormitory.")
(Another Beauxbatons student consoled him, "It has always existed, hasn't it? It was only in modern times that Beauxbatons became a girls' school. Don't forget, Nico Flamel is also from Beauxbatons.")
close the door.

Go to bed and enter the virtual universe.

"An additional consciousness has been detected. The brainwave overlap from the same body has been determined."

("That's great." Dumbledore was not worried about Ariana getting hurt.)
On the bare floating island, Furong breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as Ariana appeared, he quickly hugged her.

"Great, it's like being in a spiritual space, let me touch it again"

"Fu-Furong, don't touch here."

(Aberforth frowned. As Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, he immediately began to doubt Fleur's sexual orientation.)
(But because he is Albus Dumbledore's brother, he believes that if this is the case, Albus will not fail to give Ariana a warning.)
(Then his frown relaxed again.)
After Furong had satisfied her urge to use her hands, she called up the operation interface.

"Let me take a look at the food game first. It's charged this time."

Soon, a game called Earth on the Tip of the Tongue with a rating of 9.7 attracted her attention.

"We will take you to explore the cuisines of every country in the world, from the capital to the countryside. As long as there is delicious food, we will present it to you one by one."

("It's awesome, Star Age." Ron's envy was so obvious that it was about to overflow, "I can play this game forever!")
“50 credits, no in-app purchases.”

"Um, in-app purchases, do you mean those virtual items in Knight's Glory that you have to pay for?"

"Bought it!"

Skipping the tedious steps of naming and face-shaping, the two soon appeared in a luxurious train.

It is swimming in the ocean at this moment.

Unlike Furong who was curiously looking at the scenery on the seabed, Ariana looked at the book on the table, or the menu - "Selected Food from Ancient and Modern Trains".

She first looked at the top of the list - Traditional Pickled Cabbage Noodles.

With some comments that she couldn't understand.

"Old phlegm pickled cabbage, carefully selected."

"It ferments when it's enough."

“It’s clean and sanitary.”

"Fuck it, Ollie!"

"Xiaoxiang Chajiao Vegetable Industry is at your service!"

“Authentic Jio flavor.”

"It's really authentic. It's a tunnel within a tunnel."

"It's black silk, if it's not black silk I won't eat it!"

“China on tiptoe.”

"Fourteen steps, absolutely delicious."

"Authentic and time-honored smoke."

"."

(Ron, holding the sandwich ready to eat, changes his expression from happiness to confusion to hesitation to disgust to expressionless. He doesn't know whether he should eat it or not.)
"There are too many jokes upstairs. First of all, this is a virtual game. Secondly, the data collected is not from Kang Shuaifu."

(Ron takes a reassuring bite of his sandwich.)
However, Ariana felt something was wrong so she let herself go. Life doesn't mean you have to try everything.

Finally, she chose to order a Hiroshima Prefecture train delicacy - eel rice.

Because she inexplicably sensed the scent of the sun from the picture, and there were two of them.

Furong chose a Texas Braised Chicken.

"Does Dragon Country also have Texas? Wow. It's so delicious."

But what she likes most is the green tea with roast chicken.

"Is it delicious?" Furong looked at Ariana, who was licking the rice on the spoon with satisfaction. She looked very satisfied, but she frowned and said, "I don't taste the taste of the sun in the photo at all."

As she said this, she pointed a cross at the arrows floating in front of her:

Edo and Tokyo [Eel Fragrance]

Reiwa·Kyoto【Unatei】

Showa Osaka [Eel Treasure]

"I won't go to these stores. I don't like the taste of eel."

Furong looked at the arrows on her head: 20th Century Texas [Lao Li Ji] (soft and tender meat)

2012 Dezhou [Cui Ji Braised Chicken] (delicious taste)

1995 Texas [Yuxiangzhai] (tender and juicy with crispy bones)

She also ordered a fork. "It's amazing. After eating, a list of recommended restaurants popped up above my head. But I've had enough of roast chicken for now."

(Seamus patted the table, "This game shouldn't be an advertisement, promoting a restaurant.")
(A short and fat Hufflepuff student disagreed, "Didn't you notice that there are year time nodes on it? 'Edo' and 'Showa' are also the era names of Nihongo. It records the taste of each restaurant and store at its peak, and should have nothing to do with advertising.")
(“Maybe those stores are gone now.”)
"Let me see," Furong looked at the map, "the nearest red dot is in the town of Positano, Italy. It's so beautiful!"

She didn't even have time to look at the shops it recommended, the sight of the town projected in the air was enough to make her exclaim in admiration.

The town faces the sea and has its back to the mountains.

The coastline is winding, with small white houses rising from the seaside along the cliffs, extending all the way to the mountainside, or in other words, these houses cascade from the mountainside into the embrace of the Mediterranean like waterfalls.

After calming down, she looked at the recommended dishes: Italian egg frittata, cucumber and truffle pasta, anchovies, grilled octopus, sautéed artichokes, grilled squid, and Neapolitan spaghetti bolognese.
(If Furong satisfies the audience who love food and scenery, then Harry's place satisfies the audience who likes storms and the passionate nature.)
Amidst the lightning, thunder, violent storms and heavy rain, towering ancient trees would occasionally rise from the ground and be swept into the sky, turning into debris.

Harry's body, which was no longer thin after many transformations, looked extremely weak as he sat on the steep cliff.

Wind, gravel, and icy rain beat down on him.

("Is Harry okay? Why did he choose this game? [Walking in the Disaster], what a strange name." Ron forced himself to turn away from Fleur's screen, looked at Harry, and then asked with concern and confusion.)
(Just now he was busy looking at the food and missed a lot.)
(Neville looked at Harry, who seemed to be rooted to the ground and motionless, with some awe, and said knowledgeably, "This is the best way to feel the power of nature. Many war magics are about recreating the most violent side of nature.")
(“That’s what the game’s introduction says, too.”)
Compared to Harry and Fleur's side, Cedric and Krum's side was a bit boring.

Now the two of them have even fallen asleep.

And so, the second day came.

("What! Only one class a day! What about the rest of the time! This is college!" Ron, who got up early to prepare for History of Magic class, looked at his full textbooks and then at Harry's.)
(The delicious food in Hibiscus, the winter scenery on the cliff where Krum got up early, and Cedric's stroll into the rainforest had already made him feel a little unbalanced.)
(That's not school, it's just playing.)
(Hermione, who was leaning on Basil's arm, stood up and said, "This is probably the same as seventh grade. There are not many classes in seventh grade.")
(“But their homework is a lot and difficult, and requires more time to study on your own and look up books.”)
Harry was also a little bit unbelievable, but after looking at the time, he still ran to the classroom.

Finally, I walked into the classroom door 10 minutes ago.

"This"

The classroom was empty, without even a table or chair.

A stone door in the center was flashing blue light.

Harry was a little confused, but the arrow on his retina guided him in.

After a moment of darkness, he appeared at the end of the crowd.

In front of me is a primitive and ancient forest, where the thinnest trees are so thick that you can hug them.

But what surprised him was not the antiquity of the forest, but the obvious vitality in the mist in the air, as if the power of the Mending Charm had condensed into mist. Harry suspected that even if he had cut his body before participating in the tournament, his body would recover instantly like his current body.

"That's great, Harry."

A body crashed into him from behind.

Harry was not surprised, the smell of magic was a familiar smell to him, 'Draco Malfoy'.

("What's so great? You're talking nonsense." Ron looked at the man with his eyes not eyes and nose not nose. He didn't give him any leniency in his heart because the man's last name was Weasley and he was Fred's descendant. This face already made him stressed.)
("Not bad, just as energetic as me/Fred." Fred and George, as well as the rest of the Weasley family, had a different attitude.)
(They were all relieved that even in another world, there was a member of the Weasley family accompanying Harry.)
'Draco' said, "The only bad thing about college is that each person has their own dorm room, and I almost overslept."

"Then I can turn you into an alarm clock." A cold voice came from the front. It was Professor Minerva Longbottom. "Mr. Malfoy."

"Since everyone is here, I won't waste time calling out names."

"I'm not a person who likes to drag things out."

"Those with eyes may have discovered that this forest is full of life force."

"It will be very helpful for you to master the life force."

"This is also rare on Earth, a planet with abundant life force."

"It is not easy to materialize the life force after all."

"Materialization?" Harry wondered.

"Mr. Potter, I never thought I would hear such a stupid question from you." The female professor rolled her eyes. "This is common sense."

"That's right. After all, you just inherited the name, not the real person."

"For the sake of the name, let me explain again. Matter itself does not have the Force. It is the wizard who gives it."

"The same is true for life force. Transforming it into the Force is only to allow the new humans to better understand the essence of life, so that they can use the Force to repair their bodies and make up for lost life force into a natural instinct."

"No more cumbersome Force application techniques."

"It's the same as how Dianthus sutchuenensis is just an ordinary herb in the hands of Muggles. Only wizards can give it the Force and stimulate its unique life force that allows the body to heal."

"And I chose and inspired these redwood trees because they have a long lifespan and the life force they embody is the most obvious and easiest to sense."

"Now everyone sit down one by one."

"Hasn't I made it obvious enough?"

"The Force Meditation course is probably what first graders learn."

"I have pointed out the source of the life force. Wouldn't you activate your impoverished brains to change the object of meditation - the self - to the red yarn tree in front of you?"

(Ron shuddered, "Neville, isn't your daughter really the daughter of Professor McGonagall and Snape? She's like a combination of the two of them.")
To be honest, Harry felt the same way.

In particular, he had no idea what meditation was.

Meditation on the Self?

He did have a spell card that was constantly running and growing on its own - [Image of Self], which was now running steadily in the Force Furnace.

But he still followed the other students and found a redwood tree to sit cross-legged.

After all, he didn't want to hear any more sarcastic remarks from Minerva Longbottom.

To be honest, it really gave him the feeling of being in a class with the Green Goblin.

It just changed from a glass tree to a redwood tree, and there is no assistance from the [Merlin Circle].

(End of this chapter)