Psychologists have said that there will always be something in childhood that will have an indelible and huge impact on a person's future. *Say, "Dream", "Small", .com

It was clear that Hermione Granger was in such a state at the moment that she didn't even show the slightest surprise to learn that her two friends were driving a flying car to school.

Because compared to Draco's gloomy eyes, this kind of boring story is as childish and ridiculous as a child's play.

To be exact, she hadn't slept well at all last night, had nightmares all night, and now looked pale and tired, not even the screaming letter from Ron's mother a few minutes ago had made her laugh.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Harry Potter asked with a concerned look on his face.

Hermione visibly hesitated, about to say something, only to find that Draco had just walked down the hallway towards her.

As soon as she remembered the conflict that had broken out in the carriage before, she couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly grabbed her friend and ran in the other direction, yelling as she ran: "Don't talk nonsense! If you don't want to be late for the first day of class!"

"It's at least fifteen minutes before class! we've got plenty of time!" Ron protested weakly.

"It's better to be early than late! don't forget to ......"

"Hey, Potter, where are you going?"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Draco burst out of the corner and stared at his old enemy with snake-cold eyes.

Although he hadn't drawn his wand yet, the cold murderous aura had already begun to spread in the air, and several junior students who happened to pass by were so frightened that they didn't dare to move.

"Malfoy, what do you want to do?"

Ron, who had been holding back the fire in the morning, immediately pulled out his wand, although the wand was two short sections, and it was barely glued together with duct tape.

"Hmph! I didn't talk to you, idiot. As a servant, you should learn to ask your master's permission before you speak. Draco glanced at the other man with contempt, then continued to turn his attention to the Savior. "Dear Potter, I suppose Granger should have relayed my words to you, right?"

"Convey, convey what?" Harry Potter subconsciously frowned, and turned his head to glance at his friend.

Seeing his reaction, Draco immediately understood something, and sneered and teased, "I see, she hasn't told you what happened on the train, has she? Remember, you only have three days, and after three days I will begin to fulfill my vows. ”

Seeing his most annoying guy in school turn away, Ron immediately couldn't help but ask, "Hermione, what the hell is going on? Could it be that you were hiding from the nasty Malfoy just now?"

"What happened on the train?" said Harry.

"Damn it, don't push me!"

The huge pressure made the girl's sensitive nerves break, and the tears suddenly flowed out uncontrollably, and she pushed away Ron, who was in front of her, and turned around and ran in the direction of the women's toilet.

Because it happened so suddenly, the latter didn't notice that a silver thread was drilling into his body along his neck, and he leaned against the wall and asked stupidly, "Huh...... Did I just say something wrong? Why did she cry!"

"Don't ask me! I don't know! But it certainly has something to do with Malfoy! We'd better ask and see who Hermione was sitting with in the car. Harry shook his head in annoyance.

"Okay, but before we do that, we'd better go to class first. ”

As he said this, a subtle silver light flashed in Ron's pupils, followed by a feeling that was completely incompatible with the previous one.

But the feeling came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its usual appearance.

The poor "savior" didn't realize that his friend had been replaced at the moment, or to be exact, invaded and manipulated by another person's consciousness.

For a whole day, whether it was class or recess, Zhang Cheng stood against Ron's body and constantly probed the soul fragments in the other party's lightning-shaped scar.

Although Tom Riddle split his soul into several pieces, most of them were attached to dead things, and only this one piece was attached to another living soul, which was not on the same level at all in terms of research value.

However, it is a pity that Ron's physical and magic level is too wasteful, and even after the optimization of his division, it is still too far behind, and it is completely unable to support too long of research.

When it was nightfall, he finally let go of his control over his body, allowing the fragile boy to rest for the night, saving him from accidentally overdrawing and dying suddenly.

"Master, how is it, have you got the information you want?" asked the Supreme Authority with a curious expression.

"No, no. Although the structure of this magic is not complicated, the core part involves the rules of death, which cannot be figured out in a day or two. Fortunately, we still have at least five or six years to go, so we don't need to rush too much. By the way, where's my cute little pet?"

With that, Zhang Cheng raised his head and looked around, looking for the little mink that had been promoted to the spirit of nature.

"Goo-goo!

With a low cry, the little one quickly emerged from the corner and stared at his master with a frightened expression.

According to its current level of intelligence, it can already clearly understand how powerful and terrifying the young man who bought it is, so it does not dare to go against the will of the other party at all.

"Well, the form seems to be stable, with no signs of collapse or degradation. Perhaps, we can proceed to the next stage of the experiment, what do you think?" Zhang Cheng asked the Supreme Authority as he fiddled with the mink whose forehead had grown to nearly twenty centimeters.

The latter replied without hesitation: "I think so too!" Through analysis, I found that the power of creation is not so much a force to create, but a force to generate and change. It itself does not have the basis for creating matter out of thin air, but by injecting factors of change, matter and life form evolve rapidly in unpredictable directions. ”

"So, don't tell me, the woman who claims to be the creator has created countless powerful primordial gods and creatures through a series of uncontrollable factors. Zhang Cheng's tone revealed strong dissatisfaction.

He hated the feeling that he wasn't in control, and he hated that he hadn't figured out what the source of the creative power was so far.

"Sorry, dear master, there is only so much we can confirm at the moment, and the rest will require a lot of practical work to verify. Also, I'd suggest you hurry up and finish Plan X and let that damn AI handle all this complex data and information, it's much more efficient than I am. ”

"Don't worry, Project X is already in the works, just crack the mystery of creating a soul out of thin air, and I will give it real life, just like you......"