Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

Lorese Weshill did not show any disrespect to Puni just because he was a child.

On the contrary, she was even a little too enthusiastic about Puni.

"I'm on my way to Hogwarts, I'm just stopping by to buy some things. Are there any more games later?"

The Golden Dragon Magic Game Club is roughly divided into five areas.

A large hall where anyone who wants to buy game merchandise can find the items they want.

There are two inner rooms, one of which is where Lorese can rest.

One of them is the small house where Puni first arrived, which connects to Puni's castle.

There is also a Golden Dragon Battle board game area and a Werewolf game area.

Of course, although it's called an area, it's actually quite large, divided into several partitioned rooms that can accommodate several tables of people at the same time.

"So it's because the magic school is starting. I knew it! There weren't many people today. That was the last table. A few people wanted to reserve it, but we didn't have enough people to form a group," Lorelei said.

Puni nodded, indicating that he understood.

Lorelei glanced at Regulus again, then immediately looked away: "Boss, I'll go calculate today's revenue first. You go ahead and do your work."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. I'll send you a red envelope at the end of the month," Puni said with a smile.

Lorelei blinked: "Really? Then thank you in advance to my generous and reliable boss!"

With a slight sway of her waist, Lorelei strode towards the cashier, glancing back at Puni with a wink as she did so.

Puni's stores now offer self-service shopping, where customers can even pay for their own purchases.

He wasn't afraid that someone would steal his things.

Each item displayed on the counter was marked with a special mark.

If an item is taken out of the store without paying to have its markings removed, an alarm will sound immediately.

As a major taxpayer to the Ministry of Magic for the past two years, this alert even connected directly to the Ministry of Magic's guard post in Diagon Alley.

If anyone tries to steal, an Auror on duty will immediately come to arrest them.

No normal person wants to become a wanted criminal.

You can't prevent abnormal people from happening to you.

So Puni let this self-help model continue.

It's his own fault for being lazy and not wanting to hire so many employees.

Why hire people if you can do things directly with magic?

Fortunately, the people who come to Diagon Alley are generally more normal than those next door.

Moreover, Puni runs a game store, so there's practically nothing of value in the shop.

Who would risk being caught by an Auror and steal a bunch of useless cards if they don't play games?

As for gamers...

If people have the spare money and time to play games, who would steal a card pack that only sells for ten bronze knuckles?

Isn't that just plain crazy?

If my fellow gamers find out, they'll laugh at me to death!

"Uncle, thank you for coming with me today. I don't really need to buy the other things, but the wand is a necessity. Without someone to guide me, I don't think Mr. Ollivander would sell it to me."

Regulus waved his hand: "Why are you being so formal? You're my nephew, it's only natural for me to bring you shopping."

After saying that, he frowned again: "Just thinking about your cousin gives me a headache. He's probably crying and making a scene at home right now, isn't he?"

Puni fell silent again.

What's the point of saying anything when faced with a difficult question?

Chapter 7 Peeking into Immortality! What if we encounter immortals then?

After parting ways with Regulus, Puni returned to his own castle.

Regarding his "inauguration" banquet, Regulus meant that he needed to discuss it with Malfoy.

Puni had no objection to this; it was just a gathering after all.

For Puni, it was indeed a gathering with other people.

"Yeah, now that I have my own wand, Mom's old wand can just gather dust."

Puni sat down on the sofa, and Morty immediately appeared with a plate, bringing him some fresh fruit.

"Master, please have some fruit. You're about to become a true wizard and need to replenish your nutrition." Morty stared with his round eyes and big ears pressed against his head.

“Okay, put it here, I’ll eat it.” Puni nodded, holding the wand and examining it.

Moti respectfully put the things away and then left the room.

"12 and 3/4 inches, walnut wood, dragon's heartstrings, wild yet unyielding, just like my mom."

Puni put Bellatrix's wand back into the box and then into his pocket.

His pockets had been magically expanded by Regulus; they looked small, but were actually quite spacious inside.

"I didn't trigger any rewards. It seems my magic level is still not high enough. Even with my own wand, it hasn't affected my level."

Puni glanced at his system.

The system kept talking about his holy light, but in reality, he didn't feel any different from other people.

At most, he can just conjure up a bomb and kill someone.

This is indeed different from other wizards.

"Alright, time to read. Improving your magic isn't something that can be done overnight."

Puni fiddled with his new wand for a while, and then asked Morty to find a thick stack of books and place them in front of him.

Puni had a very precise plan for his future.

As an elegant nobleman, he possesses a deep understanding of magic and attempts to combine it with his own holy light to see if he can forge a path that no wizard has ever truly trod.

Peeking into immortality!

Yes, wealth was not part of his plans.

Money is a very boring thing for him; he doesn't like money.

But he was quite interested in magic.

When Puni read this work in his previous life, he was very puzzled.

Why do people still die of old age even though magic exists?

It's not that he wants immortality, but rather that he wants to see what the path to immortality is.

"Having come to such a magical world, wouldn't it be really boring not to explore the truth of our imagination?"

What if he were to meet a deity after achieving immortality?

Isn't that an interesting thing?

Time flies.

The starlight faded away quietly after a night.

The candle on the candlestick had long since burned out, leaving only a small, charred wick.

The morning light streaming through the window shone on Puni's profile, clearly outlining his focused expression.

Moti appeared quietly beside Puni, his round, light brown eyes filled with helplessness.

It's already this late.

His young master was still leaning back in that velvet-covered armchair, engrossed in a thick book, completely oblivious to his arrival.

“Master,” Moti said softly, “it’s almost dawn, and you’ve been reading all night.”

Puni didn't react at all, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was muttering something under his breath.

Seeing this, Murthy had no choice but to take two steps forward, carefully raise his paw, and gently touch Puni's sleeve.

"Master, you should take a rest. Your eyes will get tired. Also, breakfast has been prepared in the kitchen. You need to replenish your energy to continue reading."

This finally had an effect.

Puni snapped out of his daze and blinked.

"Oh, another whole night?"

"Master, you're always like this. You can read those books anytime, why do you disregard your health like this?"

“Morty, you don’t understand. When you’re interested in something, you can do it for three days and three nights without getting tired.”

Merti tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then blinked as well: "No, Master, I understand!"

"Just like how much Morty enjoys serving his master, even if Morty were to serve you for three days and three nights, he wouldn't get tired!"

Puni was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but smile: "It seems our little elf has become smarter again, and can even argue with its master now."

Merti's eyes widened slightly, then quickly lowered again, afraid that his master would see the surging joy in them.

The large, bat-like ears, which had been lying obediently on both sides of the neck, were now slightly red and couldn't help but tremble gently twice.

"Morti just... just wanted his master to rest well..."

Looking at him like this, Puni's smile deepened.

Sometimes he felt that house-elves really were just like dogs.

It can only talk, and it also has its own unique magic.

How could anyone dislike someone who loves their owner so wholeheartedly, or even beat or scold them?

Puni rubbed his slightly sore eyes and stretched his stiff neck.

“But Merti, you’ve come at the right time. I’ve read a very interesting book.” Puni held up the book in his hand. The cover was made of dark brown dragon skin, and the title was embossed on it with ancient magical script.

Bloodline Resonance: Tracing the Magical Origins of Pureblood Families