A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

After singing the school song, McGonagall announced that everyone could go back to the dormitory to go to bed. Yunieff took this opportunity to run to the staff table and remind Gadwin about the Patronus Charm.

"Okay, okay." Gadwin said helplessly, "But it can't be tonight, I still have something to do."

"You can check the class schedule first and we will make an appointment then. I will stay here for a long time."

Univer nodded in agreement and returned to the team. Robert Hilliard, the boys' prefect of Ravenclaw, and Penelope Crevat, the girls' prefect, were already greeting the new students.

Yunieff glanced at it and suddenly realized that there were actually very few new students. His own college could barely make up ten, and the Gryffindor next to him couldn't even make up ten.

This is similar to ordinary Muggle schools in the UK, but the problem is that there are many Muggle schools, while there is only one magic school, Hogwarts.

How easy it is for the wizarding world to be left behind...

Follow the prefect through the noisy crowd, walk out of the auditorium, climb the marble stairs, and keep going up.

It wasn't until the sixth floor that I turned a corner, passed through a corridor, and then made several more turns in a row.

They passed sets of ancient armors, their footsteps making their helmets rattle.

"How high is this...how high..." said an Indian girl, whether surprised or complaining, her name was Padma Patil, her steps were heavy, as if she was hanging an anklet.

She also has a twin sister who went to Gryffindor.

Prefect Penello, who had long curly hair, replied: "You still have to climb a lot of stairs. The Ravenclaw common room is the farthest and highest in Hogwarts."

Hermione couldn't help but look a little sad, but it wasn't that she felt the distance was far, but she was worried about the other side: "Won't you be late for class?"

"Of course you will if you don't get up early," Penello said. "Just get used to it. We're all here."

They came to a spiral staircase and went up in dizzying little circles until they came to a door.

There was no handle or keyhole on the door, just a bare old board with a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.

Penello knocked on the door, and his beak immediately opened, and a soft, musical voice came out from inside.

It asks: "Will the world end?"

Penello did not answer, but turned to look at everyone.

"The thing about Ravenclaw," she said, "is that you have to answer this question to get into the common room, and there's a different question every day."

"What should I do if I can't answer? Or what if I get the wrong answer?" asked a tall, thin boy.

He was Terry Butt, the third person to wear the hat during the sorting ceremony.

"Then we have to wait for others to answer the questions correctly," Penello smiled. "It's common for twenty people to stand in front of the door to solve the problem."

Junifer saw Hermione's eyes glowing.

"I'll answer first tonight. After all, it's a bit late." Penello said, "However, there is not necessarily only one answer. If you are interested, you can also try to think about it yourself."

"If you believe it exists, then you have it. If you believe it doesn't exist, you have nothing." This is her answer.

"That makes sense," said the knocker.

Then, the door opened.

Penello led them into the lounge.

This is a large circular room with elegant arched windows hung on the wall, hung with blue and bronze silk. From one of them, one can see two halves of the night sky outside.

The ceiling is in the shape of a dome, with stars painted on it, which are more brilliant than those in the night sky. The dark blue carpet below is also covered with stars.There were tables, chairs, and bookshelves in the room. In the alcove opposite the door stood a tall white marble statue, which must be Rowena Ravenclaw.

There is a teasing smile on her face. She is beautiful, but distant, but she never tires of it.

Yunieff walked to the window and checked the environment. He visually checked that it was 70 to [-] meters above the ground. He felt that he was on the verge of falling. If he jumped, he would definitely fall to his death.

Hermione also walked over to take a look. She suddenly felt dizzy and her feet were a little weak, but her arms were holding on to the window sill.

After a while, the two prefects began to greet the boys and girls respectively. Their dormitories were still above, and the entrances were to the left and right of the statue respectively.

There is no highest, only higher...

Saying goodbye to Hermione, entering the door on the left, at the top of a spiral staircase, Yunieff and the boys finally found their bunks: six four-poster beds, hung with dark blue velvet curtains.

The suitcase had already been delivered, and Yunieff found his own velvet in a box.

After greeting the roommates casually, they all put on their pajamas and lay down on the bed. They were so exhausted that they fell down and fell asleep.

Yunieff looked at the class schedule. Tomorrow there will be two Potions classes in the morning and one History of Magic class in the afternoon.

He took out two books and a notebook and put them on the bedside table.

Then, he teased Pu Rongrong again and put it next to the pillow.

Put down the curtains, lie on the bed, and look at the top of the bed.

Two lines of clear tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks.

He was not sad in his heart, he didn't even have any extra thoughts, and his will was absolutely strong. At most, he felt a little empty.

The sudden tears were just an automatic reaction of his body, he told himself.

After all, it's just an 11-year-old body, so it's normal for it to be unable to hold back.

Just let your body vent.

So he opened his eyes and let the tears flow quietly.

However, the other half of his reason was telling him that it wasn't just about his body.

The fact is that something was wrong with him since he received the news from Endresi at noon.

He was indeed losing control, otherwise he would not have said so much to Hermione on the train platform, would not have taken her to see Gadwin, would not have told her about Endrexi, and would not have tried to make up for the loopholes. And fabricate the identity of a representative.

It doesn’t matter whether it is a human being or a god, whether it is rational or irrational, no matter how many reasons you can find.

The fact is that it does nothing to benefit your situation, and instead exposes many flaws.

This meant that not only was his body reaching its limit, but so was his mind.

However, another voice strongly denied this...

Two thoughts spread in his body, like two spiders each crawling through half of the blood vessels, forming webs with different structures but the same density.

Net his breathing, net his heart, net all his purposes and actions, forming a cocoon.

Pu Rongrong stuck out her tongue and licked his face. It was itchy, but it seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass and she ignored it.

The pillow was wet with tears. It was damp and cold, but I ignored it.

My hands and feet were a little numb, but I didn't care about it.

Even Mansu didn't want to go.

Time seems to stand still and the picture stops.

It is as if the God of Destiny is carefully maintaining the balance on both sides of the scale.

At some point, this balance was broken.

Message from the system.

"It is detected that the host's impact on the world has accumulated to a critical point. It is detected that Mansu has contacted two key nodes in the world, and the connection begins."

"Connection completed."

"You have changed destiny, you have invaded history, and you have used time to open a small wound in the world, but this is the beginning of victory. From now on, Mansu will be more closely connected with the world."

"Congratulations to the host for achieving a stage victory: the opening of the world."