On this day, Harry sat on the stairs as usual reading a book and reading Tang Ling, but there was a shout calling for Tang Ling outside the library. Hearing the shouting, Tang Ling hurriedly ran out. Harry was hooking his neck to look at Tang Ling's back, but he didn't check it for a while, his butt slipped and rolled down the stairs, only to fall into severe pain in his muscles and bones, unable to move, and the whole person was lying on the side of the stairs at the bottom in a big word and humming.

After a while, Tang Ling walked in with an old magician, carrying a stack of books. It seemed that the two of them were about to go upstairs, but they saw Harry stop in front of the aisle. Tang Ling frowned, and was about to ask, but he heard the old man next to him jokingly ask: "Little brother, what is on your road?

"Upstairs hallway. Harry, who was not angry, replied, and while the old man seemed to be still thinking about what this 'upstairs' was, Harry continued, "Fell down!"

"Poof!" Tang Ling was amused by Harry's words, and his little face was like a flower, which made Harry look stupid. The old man was also a gentleman, "This kid is interesting, what's the matter? Your teacher has recently accepted apprentices again?"

"No, he's here to read the book, but he's been going on it for more than a year, and the teacher still allows him to go up to the third floor to check it. Tang Ling replied.

"Oh, what's so good about this kid?" the old magician was visibly surprised.

"You can ask the teacher directly about this, anyway, I don't think he has anything special, his specialty is bullying!" Tang Ling said angrily.

Harry, who was lying on the ground, could move a little now, so he shifted his seat slightly, making way for him, arguing: "Wronged, obviously I am the one who is being bullied, you ......"

Probably due to the presence of outsiders, Tang Ling just glared at Harry fiercely, and didn't argue with him, but Harry muttered and swallowed back the words that followed. The old man saw it, looked at the two of them thoughtfully, and went upstairs with a smile.

Sending the old magician up, Tang Ling came down after a while, saw Harry still lying there, and kicked him lightly in anger: "Why are you still lying here?

"You think I want to, I can't move! Ouch!" Harry snorted helplessly.

"What's the matter?, did you get hurt?" Seeing that Harry didn't seem to be disguised, Tang Ling squatted down with some concern and asked.

"I don't know, it hurts all over my body anyway, and it hurts even more when I move. ”

"I'll help you go and sit over there, why did you fall off the stairs so carelessly, what a fool!" Tang Ling said and went to help Harry.

Fortunately, Harry was not too heavy, Tang Ling could barely support his body, and slowly walked towards the chair, feeling the aroma of Tang Ling's body and the soft and boneless little hands grasping him, Harry's heart beat and tossed heavily, but his feet were soft, and he fell to Tang Ling's body.

Tang Ling was already struggling, as soon as Harry turned upside down, he couldn't stand steadily, and barely adjusted his balance, Tang Ling sat on the chair first, Harry was led by Tang Ling to sit on the chair, and sat on the other side of the chair, but his head slid past Tang Ling's head, and the four lips passed by inadvertently.

This was Harry's first thought, and then he sat on the edge of the chair stupidly, half of his body was still leaning on Tang Ling, Tang Ling was also stunned, and then his face turned red, and he tried to get rid of Harry's body, got up from the chair, turned his back and didn't know what he was thinking.

The two of them just sat and giggled, and the other stood in a daze, for a long time, Tang Ling moved first, ran over and picked up the cat's head, his face was still flushed, but he stretched the cat's head in front of Harry, "Garfield! Teach him a lesson, see if he is still bad!" Garfield has been very familiar with Tang Ling these days, eating, sleeping and bathing, Garfield is happy to enjoy. Seeing that the person in front of him was the person who had knocked him unconscious before, and seemed to understand Tang Ling's words, Harry, who was smirking, suddenly had a roar in his mind, and then Garfield jumped on Harry's head and pulled his hair into a straw nest. He was still holding his butt at Harry, making a small fart 'poof', but both of them heard it.

......Harry stretched out his hand and wanted to pinch Garfield's tail, but his shoulder bones hurt, and he slowed down, Garfield jumped back into Tang Ling's hand, Tang Ling couldn't laugh straight, caught Garfield, and laughed at Harry: "Haha! Garfield did a good job! You are not allowed to bully Garfield! Otherwise, I will fight with you!"

"I ......" Looking at Tang Ling's delicate face with a smile, Harry's heart beat violently again, and he had to raise his fist at Garfield: "I'm going to fight with this fat cat!"

"You're an adult, what's the competition with Garfield! " Tang Ling snorted.

Harry was speechless in one sentence, and in the recent verbal contest between the two, Harry seemed to be no match at all, and was often dumbfounded by Tang Lingding. Just because he saw Tang Ling's face, Harry's heart was beating wildly, and he didn't have the heart to think about the words of rebuttal.

Do you like the glasses girl?I'm afraid it's true, and then what should I do?Harry has been thinking about this a lot lately, but he can't think of a result, but the two of them are very good at the moment, he only knows Tang Ling in Jifen, and Tang Ling only has something to say to himself, except for the old curator's friend, Tang Ling doesn't seem to know other peers, so he doesn't have anything to worry about, so let's leave it at that.

"Harry, I heard you've read almost the books on the second floor?"

"Yes, almost!" Harry replied, the old curator was one of the few magicians who could make Harry feel good, and coupled with Tang Ling's relationship, Harry still respected the old man more.

"Don't you consider going to the third floor to have a look? I heard Tang Ling say that you haven't gone up once. ”

"I can understand a lot of magic on the second floor but can't use it, and what if I go to the third floor, it's just envy, it's better not to see it. Harry had been reluctant to go to the third floor for this reason, he was angry that he couldn't cast many subtle spells on the second floor, and wouldn't it be even more uncomfortable if there was more attractive magic on the third floor.

"Hehe, didn't you say it yourself, no matter whether it's magic or mental power, what suits you is the most important. Then it's the same with magic, no matter what kind of magic, there is no best, only the best for you, you can't use other people's magic, it doesn't matter! Don't you know how to create magic yourself? Do you think that the magic you create is worse than the one in the book?" asked the old curator with a smile.

Yes, the magic you create must be worse than the magic in the book? Why should you be worried about not being able to cast other people's magic? Didn't you always create magic by yourself before? Why did you get so distracted after reading too much of other people's magic? The old curator's words completely woke Harry up.

"Besides, it doesn't matter if you can't cast these spells for a while, what if your magic suddenly increases in the future? There is a solution to everything, but the knowledge in the book does not change. You are memorizing these spells first, and if you can't use them, use them as a reference for creating your own magic, if you can use them in the future, wouldn't it be better?" the old curator continued, "Actually, I didn't let you go to the third floor to read books to let you learn advanced magic, do you know what is the biggest difference between high-level magic and beginner-intermediate magic?"