It didn't take long for Gawain to realize what he had forgotten.

He had a good dinner, but the abyss was still in the bedroom... Moreover, guarding a can that is only open but cannot be eaten.

When he returned to the common room, Abyss was lying on all fours on the bed, staring at him viciously.

Its golden pupils have narrowed into a slit, clearly saying, "I am indeed not human, but you are really not human." ”

"Uh, I was wrong, forgive me. ”

Gawain said embarrassedly, his right hand tried to touch its little head, but it was pulled open by a claw.

"Two boxes of canned food. ”

He held out two fingers and felt the strength of his claws loosen a little, but there was no doubt that the chips were not enough.

"Three boxes. ”

The claws were weaker, but they still hooked him.

"Three boxes, if you eat it again, you'll be a ball. ”

But Gawain's left hand had already sneaked to its back, squeezing it lightly along the spine.

I saw that the abyss trembled slightly, and it collapsed into a cat.

"That's good, Gawain. Your relationship with it. ”

Neville, dressed in pajamas, came up behind Gawain and said enviously.

He had no idea how to bond with his toad, and he hadn't even had enough experience on how to track down Ryf.

"Maybe you should try talking to it, right, Abyss?"

Gawain said as he pulled open the cat can. Hearing his words, the little black cat waved its paw proudly.

Since bringing it home on vacation, Gawain has noticed that the Abyss is getting smarter and wiser.

"Okay. Good night. ”

"Good night, Neville. ”

Noticing that Gawain had picked up his pajamas, Neville made his way to his bed.

As for Seamus, Dean and a boy named Aurelius in the same bedroom, they had already slept in a mess.

"Dreamless sleep..."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gao Wen took the thin test tube, and drank it all with his head in a daze.

He didn't know why Professor Dumbledore wanted him to drink it, but he did seem to need a dreamless sleep, as the weird ghost woman had said.

The medicine was bitter and slid down Gawain's throat, making him feel a little cool. In the next second, the world seemed to become blurred, and suddenly darkened.

He lay on his back and fell asleep.

But Gawain woke up again.

It's in a dream.

But it shouldn't be in a dream.

He was in his pajamas and walking down an alley.

It was a dark, dilapidated alley, lit only by a mid-air oil lamp, the brick and stone road was muddy, the houses on either side were uninhabited, and the doors were crudely sealed with slats and willow nails.

In the sky, there was a blood-colored scarlet moon.

"Twelve sleeps, and the Red Queen sleeps under the stone crown;

Eight beasts, born in eight tumultuous nights.

the four holy nails, piercing the flesh and blood of sinners;

A prayer dedicated to the called hero.

Birds skimming the sky are vicious, and meteors are falling as bad omens;

New questions emerge and old answers wither. ”

A man's voice suddenly sounded, but it came from nowhere.

"Who are you, where is this?" Gao Wen asked.

"You came too early, maybe the destined future will no longer be predestined", the ethereal voice replied, "you are naturally in a dream." ”

"No way! I've drunk a potion of living hell and won't have dreams. And even if it's a dream, it doesn't hurt!"

Gawain tried to find the source of the sound.

He had already scratched his palms with his fingernails, and he was sure that he could feel the pain, and the cold feeling of the stone slab under his feet was extremely real.

This is not a dream.

"But how do you know that you are not in a dream?" said the voice scoffingly, "find the fifth person, and you will have a chance to regret it before the third dream comes." ”

As his words fell, the black alley began to crumble.

Instead of turning into broken bricks and tiles, they turned into lines of various colors, converging into large blocks of color, and eventually even the blocks of color became blurred.

A squeezing sensation came from Gawain's body, and he realized that he was about to leave this strange place.

"But who the hell are you!"

Gawain shouted, but the man didn't answer him.

The darkness swept over completely.

When Gawain woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Lying on his back on the bed in Gryffindor's bedroom, he had a piece of information in his mind.

"Controlling intrinsic time, accelerating the flow of time to achieve high-speed attacks and movements, slowing down to stagnate biorhythms for silent concealment, and even maintaining a slight acceleration in normal times to improve physical fitness... Is this kind of thing really magical..."

Gawain had developed an almost qualitative understanding of the strange magic of "Khronos", and the techniques were etched in his mind, and it didn't take much practice to use them skillfully.

"And the fifth man? Sleeping? What kind of nonsense is this. Shaking his head, Gawain shook off the strange thoughts.

It was his secret, and it was destined to be impossible to share, for he could not even tell whether the dream was real or not, let alone believable.

Ignorance is bliss.

What's more, today's class schedule is full.

After getting up and washing, Gawain changed into a robe and went downstairs, and after breakfast in the auditorium, he hurried to the greenhouse.

The greenhouse is in a corner of Hogwarts Castle, and the inside is divided into several areas, but they only went to the outermost and safest part today.

Herbology was in charge of Professor Sprout, a somewhat stocky but smiling woman who wore a lilac apron.

In the first lesson, the young wizards will need to identify some of your magic herbs that are commonly found in the wizarding world under the guidance of their professors.

This is not an easy task, because these flowers and plants are very similar in length, and they are all named in Latin, which requires repeated memory to distinguish them.

Fortunately, Professor Sprout, as the head of Hufflepuff, was very relatable, and even when Gawain confused the seeds of the poison pod with the sleepy bean, he was patient enough.

"Gawain, for Merlin's sake, how did you manage to confuse these two things, which are different in color and size!"

After class, Hermione dragged Gawain with a puzzled face.

After the herbal medicine class, Professor Binns's History of Magic followed.

Professor Binns, whose full name is Binns Cuthbert, is a ghost who has been teaching the history of magic since the founding of Hogwarts.

"My course is the history of magic, and I study facts, not myths and legends. ”

At the beginning of the lesson, Professor Binns "floated" on the podium, and said in an indifferent panting voice that looked a bit like a dry apricot.

On the blackboard behind him, the content of the course was densely written in small print, which gave Gawain a sense of foreboding.

But soon, his hunch came true.

He was interested in the history of magic, but not in Professor Binns's scripted, lethargic way of lecturing.

Thus, Gawain's first lesson in the history of magic mastered the most effective means of learning this subject.

- Start copying down the contents of the blackboard as notes during class, and then use the remaining half of the lesson to catch up on sleep. The dry background sound is very suitable as a lullaby, but the table is a little hard, and from time to time a little lion will gouge out the white of the eye.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the course that Gawain had been looking forward to was finally ushered in.

Spellology.

PS: The class schedule is made by the big guy of Baidu Tieba.,Wait for me to study how to send works related.。