Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

What a stubborn and arrogant little Severus.

"Hmm? Little Severus?"

Puni suddenly realized that perhaps some interesting little heroes should emerge in his Golden Dragon Battle.

The thought of turning Stalin into a chibi-style Little Hero even made Puni inexplicably excited.

"We can leave the kill effects for now, but my Little Legends absolutely must have voice acting, just like the cards! And those animations... we need to design them properly."

Puni mumbled as he poured the boil treatment medicine into the bottle.

Marcos spent a long time trying, and despite his clumsiness, he miraculously managed to brew the potion.

Just then, he saw Puni's strange and rambling appearance and was taken aback.

Is this what is going on?

As if struck by a thought, his eyes widened.

Could it be that this evil moth professor poisoned his good brother?!

Even after class ended, Marcos lingered suspiciously next to Puni, looking hesitant and unsure of what to say.

"Are you poisoned?" Puni glanced at him sideways.

Seeing that his good brother seemed to be alright, Marcos breathed a sigh of relief: "I was wondering what you were muttering to yourself earlier..."

At this point, Marcos looked around suspiciously.

"You thought Professor Snape poisoned me?" Penny chuckled. "Professor Snape isn't that kind of person. Although he does play pranks sometimes, I did pretty well in this class, didn't I? Why would he poison me?"

Before Puni could finish speaking, Marcos's eyes widened again: "Puni...you, you..."

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Puni asked, puzzled.

"There seems to be something strange on your face," Marcos said, hesitating to finish his sentence.

Puni was stunned.

Qiu Zhang then walked over, blinked when he saw Puni, and then silently took out the small mirror he was carrying and handed it to Puni.

"Thank you." Puni took it, then looked in the mirror.

Several lines appeared on his face, initially faint but now slowly emerging, spreading from the corner of his jaw and meandering along the contours of his cheeks, mottled and interwoven.

"You've turned into a clown!" Qiu Zhang covered his mouth and laughed.

Puni looked at himself in the mirror and his lips twitched.

When did he get infected?

No wonder Professor Snape had a faint, mischievous smile on his lips when he was flapping his black robes as he walked away. I thought he was seeing things!

"Looks like you'll be going to your morning and afternoon history of magic classes with this smeared face on your face." Cho Chang grinned from ear to ear.

"That's not necessarily true." Puni squinted.

He began to mobilize the holy light within his body.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, a surge of magic rose up and rapidly traveled through Puni's limbs and bones.

A faint, holy halo slowly emerged from his body, its swirling light carrying a sacred quality, enveloping him in a warm, gentle glow.

The holy light quickly detected the remaining poison powder in his body and enveloped and dissolved it.

The ugly lines on his face gradually faded and blurred under the holy light, becoming indistinct marks that eventually disappeared without a trace.

Standing beside him, Qiu Zhang and Marcos widened their eyes and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"What is this? What kind of magic is this?" Qiu Zhang asked in confusion.

"And Puni, you didn't even use your wand!" Marcos exclaimed, his mouth agape.

After confirming that his reflection in the mirror had returned to normal, Puni calmed the holy light.

"A little trick." Penny smiled. "Alright, didn't Professor Snape just ask the two of us to clean up? Let's get started."

Marcos nodded blankly, "Oh, oh..."

"Let me help you too," Qiu Zhang said.

Her roommates had all left by now, leaving only the three of them in the classroom.

Qiu Zhang looked at Puni with a gleam in his eyes.

He's really amazing...

Especially after being enveloped by those incredibly calming lights...

Puni became completely divine!

So handsome...

Thinking of this, Qiu Zhang suddenly came to his senses, stopped himself, and shook his head.

What is she thinking about?

Puni didn't stop them, letting his two helpers finish tidying up the classroom.

The three then walked together towards the cafeteria.

Quite a few people have already come to eat.

Puni and Marcos found Roger and the others, while Cho Chang went to sit down next to her roommate as usual.

After finishing the meal.

Puni returned to his dormitory, took out a book, and continued reading.

The sun is shining brightly today.

He usually doesn't take a break at noon.

Reading is a great choice.

Some of Marcos and his friends came back for a nap, while others were out doing who-knows-what. In any case, it had nothing to do with Puni.

It wasn't until afternoon classes were almost over that he put away his books, then woke up the fast-sleeping Marcos, and the two of them went together to the history of magic classroom on the second floor of the castle.

"We're getting ready for class."

As the bell rang, Professor Spencer crawled down the wall above, startling many people.

After all, it had been almost a day since the start of the semester, and they already knew that the History of Magic course was taught by a ghost professor.

But their unusual way of making an entrance still surprised them quite a bit.

"The fairy uprising is not an isolated incident; its root cause lies in the Wizarding Guild's continued practice of depriving fairies of their right to possess wands, while simultaneously imposing heavy taxes on the gold coins minted by fairies..."

"Many people mistakenly believe that fairies are merely greedy, which is typical ignorance. What they are rebelling against is the long-standing arrogance of wizards who have treated magical creatures as appendages and tools..."

"Fairies believe that the creator always owns the object, and that fairies are always the masters of their creations..."

Sunlight streamed through the arched windows of the History of Magic classroom, bathing everyone in its warm glow. The faint scent of old paper lingered in the air, complemented by Professor Binns's drawn-out, monotone lecture…

"It really is a perfect lullaby."

Puni looked around. His roommates were initially able to stay alert, open their notebooks, and intend to take notes seriously.

But before long, he couldn't resist the lazy atmosphere, his head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, and his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Marcos was doing better; he took a nap.

"But who is saying that Professor Binns is just reading from the textbook? The content he is talking about is clearly distilled and could obviously be knowledge points that will be on the exam."

If we ignore Professor Binns's strange tone.

In fact, Puni believed that he could still hear many interesting things from the other party.

This is definitely more interesting than simply flipping through those magical history books that can kill people.

Moreover, Puni is quite interested in history.

By flipping through past chapters, one can clearly see the rise and fall of an era.

Looking back at the traces of history, we will naturally understand the reasons for rise and fall.