In the blink of an eye, everyone has passed the legendary "holiday syndrome", and every day we see groups of students hurrying between the dormitory and the teaching area.

But fortunately, it has just started, except for a few students who really can't keep up with the pace of study, most students' daily life is quite leisurely, after all, there is no pressure such as the legendary deadline and the approaching final exam.

Especially someone......

Dressed in dark wizarding robes, lying on the wide, soft grass between the Hogwarts Covered Bridge and the Forbidden Forest, I have to say that the quality of the turf here is really good.

Suddenly, the warmth felt like the sun was being blocked, and there wasn't enough heat to fight against the cold air coming from the ground below.

Xiwen couldn't help but shrink back, sighed and looked at the guy who didn't know how to block his sun.

The pure aura of the light water element is highly recognizable, because most of the drugs used by wizards are extremely volatile, and the smell is really lingering on the body for three days.

The sun was shining again, but this time, it was evenly poured on the two of them.

Xiwen closed his eyes again, reassuring to feel the heartbeat of the person next to him.

He somewhat understood why many of the higher races in the interstellar world had degenerated the [mouth] organ, which was like an appendix after improving the way of energy intake and being able to communicate with the mind.

However, Xiwen still took the initiative to lean over, "Are there any arrangements lately?"

A lovely and questioning expression appeared on the delicate and fair face. The pink lips in front of me really have the urge to sin.

"Okay...... Now that I've decided that I'm going to visit Mr. Sindra in the future, I don't have to rush to do an internship or prepare for the things that ordinary wizards need to do during graduation season. ”

Sometimes, Penelope Shimizu always feels a little restless, or illusory.

Think about what had happened in those days on that continent known as Azeroth, and the people she knew.

Don't talk about your teacher, the Blue Dragon Queen Sindragosa, even the Gianna who is known as the girl daddy is probably not an existence that can be compared to the people of this world.

But......

This made her even more uneasy, because it was a dead world, and in the words of the teacher, if they lost, the whole world would fall into a state of stalemate, and there would be no promotion, no life and no hope.

The death that the teacher says is not a literal death, not simply like the meaning of those dead spirits.

I felt nervous as if I first learned that I was a wizard, and then the family gathered around her, wanting to examine her abilities.

Can you really win?

Even Teacher Sindra and the others had no power to resist......

Moreover, every time he sees those active characters, Penelope always remembers the so-called "era of talent, which is always a time of disaster. 】

Once again, the stagnant magical world began to ripple.

When was the last time, probably from the time of Grindelwald.

"How about finding time to travel lately?" Xiwen's proposal did not get a reply from Shimizu-senpai.

Penelope Qingshui frowned slightly, although she had experienced some things, she was essentially the three views of ordinary wizards in this world.

As a theological scholar and Hogwarts Female Student Council President, the concept of hanging out during the semester didn't exist in her mind.

Xiwen raised his hand and smoothed the slightly furrowed eyebrows like willow leaves.

When he woke up again, Penelope was gone, and the sun was setting, and the golden afterglow, although bright, did not bring him enough warmth.

The Forbidden Forest in the distance also awoke from the silence of the day, strange cries, rustling sounds, and of course, no one would have the curiosity to explore.

"Laziness is the original driving force of human invention and creation - Edison"

Xiwen has always agreed with this sentence, just like now, because he is too lazy to walk, and he is too lazy to be greeted by others who are too lazy to see Mari.

Sivin teleported directly to his single quarters at the top of the Ravenclaw Tower.

Belch......

Snow-white skin glows softly under the ancient chandelier.

Penelope's long blond hair was on his chest, and he was still holding a piece of soft fabric that had just been taken off in his hand, and he kept his last-minute movements and looked at Xiwen with an expressionless face.

The bathroom door slammed shut, and Xiwen looked at the thing that had just been smashed in embarrassment, well, I haven't heard of any man being smashed to death by underwear.

The fireplace made the beeping sound of firewood burning, and Penelope was relieved of her preoccupation with her book, and she looked at the West over there.

Someone was holding a few pieces of paper that looked like children's graffiti, but they were obviously so far out of the world that they didn't even notice if they took the paper upside down.

"That is the blueprint of the communicator designed by George Fred?" Penelope was still a little interested in that communicator, after all, magical communication on a global scale was not an easy task.

Siwen pouted, "They're just designing something like a Muggle telegraph."

The encoding of the communication destination and the encoding of your own device is sent to the magic network, and then the sound is transmitted and received through the coil.

In fact, that magic net could have been used for telepathic communication directly. ”

Roughly understand what is going on, Penelope has used the elven communication stone in the Azeroth continent, and the communication stone based on the magic net is much more stable than the communication stone of other races.

"Is there such a powerful magic net on Earth?" Penelope asked a little strangely, "Even a blood elf or a high elf can only make a regional-level magic net." ”

How to put it, the magic net established by the mortal race is just that, and it is on a par with the god of chaos, Nyaratotip.

You don't see a cloud-piercing arrow on Ulduar's side, and the Titan Watcher comes to meet you.

It's hard to explain, though, after all, Nyaratotip is essentially similar to the Old Gods of Azeroth, and in Azeroth's worldview, the Old Gods are enemies of all mortal creatures.

"If you don't say, I don't ask. Penelope continued to look down at the thick arcane codex on the table, which was something that even a demigod was not as sought-after as Azeroth the dog.

The blue curtains fluttered slightly in the evening breeze, and when I looked up, the bright starry sky on this rare pure land in Britain unfolded like a picture scroll.

Xiwen lay by the window, looking at the starry sky, if it fails, this bright starry sky will also lose its vitality, and finally be swallowed by the void.