Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

The train home departed on time as scheduled. Puni had packed his luggage in a bit of a rush, and the contents were a mess, with clothes and books mixed together. Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten anything important and hadn't missed the train's boarding time.

On the train, Puni saw Qiu Zhang reading a book, so he naturally walked over, leaned over, and looked at the contents of the book.

Qiu Zhang didn't dodge; he simply tilted his head slightly and greeted Puni.

Marcos blinked.

These two really look like a couple.

However, Puni and Qiu Zhang could not be considered a real boyfriend and girlfriend.

Although the other students at Hogwarts thought they were inseparable, sitting together in class and often chatting and spending time together after class, and that they should have been a couple long ago, they themselves had never explicitly expressed their feelings for each other.

After all, they are only in first grade and still young. Perhaps in their eyes, it is indeed too early to talk about boyfriends and girlfriends.

Marcos sat down by himself.

Seeing that Puni and Qiu Zhang were sitting together.

Soon, out of boredom, he also picked up a book and started reading it himself.

Looking at Qiu Zhang sitting quietly beside her, Puni felt more and more clearly that she was not similar to the exquisite images portrayed on the screen, and even in a crowd, she was not particularly stunning.

But her unique, gentle temperament, typical of Chinese-American women, was like a warm current, quietly attracting Puni. Her gentle and composed demeanor was very attractive.

Puni never imagined that he would have to find the most beautiful girl in the world to spend his life with.

If he were truly obsessed with ultimate beauty, then all the Veela he had seen before were stunningly beautiful, with graceful figures and a captivating charm. He could have easily found a way to bring one of them home, instead of wasting time getting to know Cho Chang.

It's important to understand that no matter how beautiful a human woman is, she can hardly compare to the Veela, who are born with an alluring charm.

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The train slowly pulled into station 9¾, where the platform was bustling with activity as wizards came and went, busy picking up and dropping off their children.

Puni accompanied Qiu Zhang off the train, and from afar they saw Qiu Zhang's mother standing on the edge of the platform, looking in their direction.

Mrs. Zhang.

In fact, Puni had long anticipated that he would meet Mrs. Zhang at the station, who had come to pick up Qiu Zhang and take her home.

He straightened his wizard robes beforehand to make himself look more dignified and elegant. He walked up to Madam Zhang, bowed slightly, and greeted her respectfully and politely: "Madam Zhang, I am Penny Lestrange, Qiu's classmate."

"Hello." Madam Zhang looked at the well-mannered and composed young man in front of her, nodded gently, and responded with a smile.

Puni didn't linger. He turned to Qiu Zhang and gently made a promise: "Qiu, let's meet at this station again after the holiday."

Qiu Zhang smiled and nodded: "Okay~"

Puni turned and left.

He could guess what was happening behind him without even turning around.

Madam Zhang would definitely pull Qiu Zhang aside and curiously inquire about his identity and their relationship.

Puni felt that such a first impression, a quick glance from afar and a simple greeting, was enough.

If one lingers too long or asks too many questions, it will seem abrupt and leave a bad impression on Madam Zhang.

Stepping off the platform and into the waiting room, Puni stopped, raised his hand, snapped his fingers lightly, and then called out, "Morty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint magical light flashed, and the house-elf Morty instantly appeared in front of him.

Moti, small in stature, had a face full of respect and joy. He bowed slightly and said in a cheerful voice, "Young Master Puni! Moti has finally waited for you! I'm so happy to see you again!"

Seeing that Murti looked like he was about to ramble on and on, Puni quickly raised his hand to interrupt him, saying crisply, "Alright, no need for further words. Now take me home."

He simply didn't have the patience to listen to Merti's endless nagging; he just wanted to get home as soon as possible so he could have some more time to read.

Actually, when he came to Hogwarts, he could Apparate directly to the school via the fireplace, which was very convenient.

But when he went back, he still didn't choose that method.

The waiting room was crowded and noisy, with some ill-intentioned gazes lurking around. Most of those gazes were fixed on students like him who were traveling alone without their parents, and they were clearly up to no good.

However, from the moment Merti appeared, those lurking gazes vanished without a trace and never reappeared.

Puni was not surprised by this. He knew that although house-elves were servants of wizards and seemed docile and inconspicuous on ordinary days, their strength far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. In fact, many adult wizards might not be a match for house-elves.

The reason for this is quite simple.

To deal with an ordinary wizard, simply casting a disarming spell can take away their wand and instantly render them unable to fight.

You should know that once an ordinary wizard loses his wand, he is no different from a Squib, almost unable to cast any magic and can only be manipulated by others.

House-elves, however, are quite different. They never need to rely on wands; they can cast spells with just their hands, and they don't need to chant incantations. Their spellcasting speed is much faster than that of ordinary wizards.

Even when facing adult wizards wielding wands, they can gain an absolute advantage and easily subdue their opponents with their extremely fast casting speed.

That is why no foolish wizard dares to easily provoke house-elves, let alone harbor any ill intentions towards them.

Seeing that the malicious gazes lurking in the shadows of the waiting room vanished instantly after Morti appeared, Puni couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Wizards' power seems to have always been tied to their wands. They can unleash powerful magic with their wands, but they can also become vulnerable without them. In a way, it's true that they can be made or broken by their wands.

Modern wizards have become overly reliant on their wands, treating them as the sole means of casting spells, as if they can do nothing without them.

This deep-seated dependence has long been the fatal weakness of most wizards, and has also made the magic of this world lack some of the grandeur it should have.

As those gazes completely disappeared, Puni shook his head.

With Merti's escort, Puni returned home safely.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he forgot everything else and rushed straight to his bedroom without even taking off his wizard's robes, his face full of eagerness and anticipation.