Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Sometimes, understanding the past is also a way to anticipate the future.

Puni was very curious about what immortality was like.

If one reaches that level, they would be almost like a god, right?

"So, actually, I want to become a god?"

Puni shrugged.

In short, if he can learn some knowledge or information from the past that can propel him further down the path, he will not hesitate to learn it.

"By the way, are we going to learn about the Lich War in our first lesson? Shouldn't we start by explaining the origins of wizards, following the chapters in the textbook?"

Halfway through the lecture, Puni suddenly realized something.

As he took notes, he stole glances at Professor Binns, who was lecturing slowly and monotonously on the podium.

"It seems that Professor Binns does have some differences in his choice of courses and chapters. If anyone says that Professor Binns' lectures are boring and have no value, I'll beat them up."

Until get out of class ends.

Puni put down his quill.

His roommates also slowly woke up to the ringing of the alarm.

"Slurp"

Marcos and Roger smacked their lips, then looked at Puni with dazed expressions.

"What happened? I feel like I was knocked unconscious by someone?" Marcos rubbed his head.

"Me too! It feels like something hit my temple, and it still hurts a little!" Roger grinned.

Puni glanced at him and said, "You were sleeping when your pencil case was pressing against your head."

Although Eddie was also sleepy in class, he managed to stay awake several times, dozing off and then waking up again, but he still managed to listen to the whole class.

He nodded: "Puni is right, I saw that too—don't you feel uncomfortable when you sleep?"

Roger chuckled: "This is the first time I've heard a ghost lecture. I didn't expect it to be so hypnotic. Now I won't have to sleep tonight."

Marcos stood up and, as soon as he took the things in his hands, he saw that Puni's notebook was filled with his notes, including his thoughts on the textbook and the knowledge points taught by the professor.

Marcos's eyes widened: "Dude! You can even listen this attentively in this class?"

Eddie finished packing his things and came over. Seeing Puni's notes, he said, "Please lend them to me. My notes are fragmented, and some seem to have been written in my sleep. When I looked at them just now, they looked like runes—I couldn't understand a word I wrote!"

Puni casually handed him the notebook: "Here you go."

Eddie was immediately delighted: "Thank you!"

"But at least we've made it through the day, let's go eat!" Marcos didn't intend to copy the notes again, but instead patted his stomach.

"We've only just met—but you're getting hungry way too fast, aren't you?" Roger grabbed Marcos's shoulder.

"If you're hungry, let's eat. Let's go." Puni walked out.

After finishing his meal, Puni chose to read in his dormitory instead of going to the lounge.

Marcos and Roger then pulled Eddie into the lounge to play chess.

Night fell, and twilight once again shrouded the ancient castle.

When curfew arrived, since Marcos and the others repeatedly explained that they couldn't see the lights Puni had turned on upstairs, Puni simply blocked them with the curtains and, without even casting a spell, read a book in his bed.

Marcos and Cody were all asleep, their snores filling the air.

Puni stood up and looked down from upstairs.

"I've had a full day of classes at Hogwarts, and the fog on the map in my notebook hasn't cleared much. I might as well take this opportunity to wander around."

Puni went downstairs.

The three of them didn't make a sound.

Quietly leaving the dormitory, Puni donned an invisibility cloak.

—This isn't the one Harry Potter has, but the kind that's sold in Diagon Alley.

"Oh, and Mrs. Lorris, that little one has a very keen nose."

Puni took out another bottle of medicine.

—Odor remover.

I sprayed it on myself.

Puni went to the lounge and opened the door.

Night fell over Hogwarts, and the hustle and bustle of the day faded away.

The corridors were pitch black, without even wall lamps during the curfew.

However, Puni's eyes could see very clearly.

He only needs to attach some of the holy light within his body to his eyeballs, and even the densest darkness around him will be directly pierced through.

"It's so quiet."

To conceal his footsteps, Puni sprinkled some concealing fragrance on his shoes.

In this way, he completely merged with the darkness.

"Wandering around the castle in the middle of the night, it felt even more eerie than I had imagined."

Puni looked around Hogwarts Castle in the darkness with great interest.

"Yes, but it's not as eerie as the cemetery my dear mother took me to back then."

Puni recalled some past events.

Bellatrix pretended to have forgotten about herself and arranged for someone to dump her in a cemetery.

At that time, she was carrying a lamp and pretending to be looking for herself.

However, the lamp was called—The Hand of Glory.

A name that sounds very prestigious, but in reality it is an extremely cruel and inhumane black magic item.

It was made from the palm of a real human hand—usually the palm of a person hanged, wrapped in layers of mandrake and various forbidden herbs, then soaked in a special potion, and left to sit for a long time.

The one who holds the Hand of Glory can find light in the darkness simply by placing a candle in his palm.

Most importantly, this beam of light can only be seen by the holder; no one else can detect it.

At that time, Bellatrix was carrying a glorious hand, while everyone else was actually carrying a candle that could actually burn. She was still pretending, hiding in the darkness, seemingly searching for herself, but in reality, she was just going around in circles.

—And no one can see her, so they think she's really helping to find a poor baby who was accidentally left behind by a kind mother on the roadside.

"My childhood experiences were more stimulating; school was too comfortable." Puni shook his head.

Actually, if he had such an item, it would be quite suitable to use it now. However, as a standard dark magic item, if such a thing shows any sign of appearing, the Ministry of Magic will confiscate it on the spot, and the holder may even be held accountable for possessing dark magic items.

"It would be great if the location of the Room of Requirement could be marked directly on the map."

Puni felt the diary in his mind.

As he walked, the fog covering the map recorded in his diary gradually dissipated.

However, the progress was very slow, and there were no special markings.

"Is it the seventh floor, the eighth floor, or the fifth floor?"