Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

The cloak was not clearly visible, but its texture was soft and smooth.

The twins quickly stepped forward, each picked up a cloak, and eagerly put it on. They tugged at the collars, turned around, and their faces were full of joy.

They loved the thin cloak because wearing it under the wizard's robes wouldn't make them look bulky like Puni did. It didn't restrict their movements and could also help them hide their tracks—it was exactly what they wanted.

Seeing the twins' joyful expressions as they wore the cloaks, Puni couldn't help but say, "To be honest, I'm quite envious of your thin cloaks. Mine is too thick; it makes me look bulky and inconvenient no matter what I wear."

"Haha, who told you to make it so thick!" George joked with a laugh.

Puni shook his head helplessly and instructed the two, "Alright, stop being so smug. If you feel this cloak fits you, just keep wearing it. You don't need to take it off."

"By the way, let me tell you a little secret. Besides being able to hide from your presence, this cloak can also accelerate the activity of magic within your body. Wearing it for a long time will allow your magic to grow faster."

"Perhaps, if you wear it for a hundred years, you too can become like Headmaster Dumbledore and possess powerful magical abilities."

Upon hearing this, the twins' eyes lit up instantly, their joy intensifying. They quickly looked down at their cloaks: "Really? There's such a benefit! We'll wear them forever and never take them off!"

George, wearing his newly acquired cloak with only his head showing, circled around several times, gently stroking the soft fabric and feeling the magic gradually activating within him, his face full of novelty and joy.

"By the way, this cloak can only be used by you. Even if others wear it, they will not be able to activate any attribute effects, and they will even be repelled by the cloak's magic. This is because I have already set up a contract with you using a magic circle, and you cannot tell anyone about this."

Seeing their skeptical expressions, Puni smiled slyly, waved his hand, and said, "If you don't believe me, you can exchange cloaks now and experience it for yourselves. You'll then know if what I said is true. Anyway, no matter how much I say, you might not be convinced. It's better to verify it yourselves; that will be more convincing."

Fred and George exchanged a glance, both seeing curiosity in each other's eyes.

They nodded quickly, eagerly took off their cloaks, and exchanged them to put them on.

But as soon as they put on each other's cloaks, the two of them immediately frowned, and the joy on their faces vanished instantly.

After putting it on, they didn't feel any magical enhancement or the activation of magic. Instead, they felt uncomfortable all over, as if an invisible force was repelling them, making it impossible for them to activate any of the cloak's effects.

"It really doesn't work!" George was the first to take off his cloak and exclaimed in surprise, "Wearing Fred's cloak, I don't feel anything at all, not even a trace of magical energy. Instead, I feel really awkward."

Fred quickly took off his cloak, nodded, and echoed, "That's right, that's right, me too. Wearing your cloak is no different from wearing ordinary clothes. There's none of that magical energy I felt before. It seems Puni was right; this cloak can only be used by us."

Seeing the two men's convinced expressions, Puni couldn't help but laugh: "I already told you, this cloak is bound to your own magic power and can only be used by you personally. You didn't believe me, but now that you've tried it yourselves, you should believe me now."

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During lunchtime at Hogwarts, the Great Hall was bustling with activity. Students from various houses sat around their respective long tables, enjoying their meals while chatting quietly, their laughter filling the air.

At the long table in Ravenclaw, Penny was drinking a glass of clear, golden pumpkin juice in large gulps.

Sitting next to him, Qiu Zhang held a soft slice of whole-wheat bread, took a small bite, chewed and swallowed, then looked at Puni's slightly tired face and asked softly with concern, "Puni, haven't you been sleeping well at night lately?"

Upon hearing the question, Puni put down his pumpkin juice glass, gently wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said nonchalantly, "It's alright. I didn't completely stop sleeping; I just went to bed a little later at night, but it doesn't affect my energy during the day."

For the past few days, he has been searching for the Ravenclaw tiara in the Room of Requirement, often staying up late into the night, and even running out of stamina potions.

These past two days have been a tough struggle.

The pumpkin juice from Hogwarts was particularly delicious, with a rich, sweet but not cloying flavor and a subtle pumpkin aroma. It was exceptionally refreshing. He had drunk it too quickly in a moment of excitement, and his face still showed a hint of enjoyment, completely unaware that his fatigue was written all over his face.

Looking at his insincere expression, Qiu Zhang couldn't help but laugh, her eyes crinkling: "You still say it doesn't affect your mind? In the History of Magic class just now, your head was nodding off, you were almost dozing off. I was sitting next to you, and I thought you were going to fall asleep right away. Even Professor Binns was giving you a strange look."

"I didn't doze off on purpose!" Puni frowned immediately. "It's Professor Binns' voice that's so hypnotic. I can't help but feel sleepy as soon as he starts lecturing. It's not my problem at all. His voice is too dry and has no appeal whatsoever."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Marcos, who was sitting not far away, had just stuffed a bite of pumpkin pie into his mouth. Hearing Puni's insincere excuse, he couldn't help but spit out the pie in his mouth.

He quickly covered his mouth, swallowed hard, and looked at Puni while coughing.

Who doesn't know that Puni used to enjoy even the history of magic classes?

Where can one be hypnotized?

Several Ravenclaw students who overheard the conversation couldn't help but lower their heads and chuckle secretly.

However, no one would really blame Puni, after all, Professor Binns's class was indeed one of the most boring and tedious courses at Hogwarts.

Professor Binns is the teacher of the History of Magic subject and the only ghost professor at Hogwarts.

He taught at Hogwarts throughout his life, dedicating himself to the research and teaching of the history of magic, until he passed away peacefully in his sleep one day.

Even after becoming a ghost, he did not forget his duty and still appeared in class on time every day to teach students the dry history of magic.

As a professor who is rumored to have existed since the founding of Hogwarts, Professor Binns is undoubtedly worthy of everyone's respect. He has witnessed the century-long changes at Hogwarts and possesses countless precious secrets of magical history.