Wang Yong is hidden in this fantasy world. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That's right, it turns out that he was ready to do something even more excessive.

But I don't know if it was Lily's crimson hair that reminded him of something, or Snape's mental breakdown and desperate pleading moved him, or Wang Yong's conscience made him stop, or just because Wang Yong was a simple lolicon.

Snape looked to be about nine or ten years old, with a sallow complexion, a short stature, and a lean physique.

Watching the smaller girl swing higher and higher on the swing than the other, his thin face showed undisguised longing.

"Lily, don't do that!" The older girl screamed.

However, when the swing reached the top, the little girl let go of her hand and flew into the air, really flying, laughing and throwing herself into the sky.

She didn't fall heavily on the asphalt of the playground, but glided through the air like an acrobat for a long time, and when she was about to fall to the ground, Wang Yong suddenly appeared from the air and gently caught Lily.

"Who are you?" Lily asked curiously in Wang Yong's arms, and this person suddenly appeared in the air to catch her.

Instead, Penny looked at Wang Yong vigilantly.

"I'm a wizard, and so are you." Wang Yong smiled and put Lily on the ground and touched her head.

Lily quickly slapped the hand that had been placed on her head.

"Weirdos! It's rude to say that to someone! Lily looked at Wang Yong and said as if she was a little angry, and turned to walk towards her sister.

Wang Yong didn't say anything, just smiled faintly.

His gaze looked at Snape. Gone.

"Weirdos!" Lily looked at the place where Wang Yong disappeared and thought, "Is he really a wizard, and I am really a witch?" Phew! I'm not! But that big brother seems to be quite gentle......"

She quickly shook her head, getting rid of this strange thought.

Penny grabbed Lily's hand and tried to drag her away from the damn place.

Snape, kneeling there, stared at the fading illusion with a gentle smile on his face.

Until you come back to the underground corridor.

Wang Yong looked at Snape, who was kneeling on the ground and was deranged, shook his head, and prepared to push open the door of the Potions classroom and walk in.

Planting fear in Snape's heart, the so-called threat of Snape is just a cry of stubble for him, but the unhappy Wang Yong still chose to give him such a threat.

Although Wang Yong did not make a dead move, looking at Snape's appearance, he obviously achieved his goal.

Suddenly, Snape fell to his knees and said, "That illusion...... I know, you have a way to bring Lily back to life, don't you? As long as you resurrect Lily, I'm willing to do anything......"

He looked at Wang Yong feverishly.

The corners of Wang Yong's mouth provoked a mocking smile, although he has a resurrection stone, maybe resurrecting people under the rules of the magic world may not be a problem for him in the future, but-

"Put a hat on Potter's father, you thought of it......" He pushed the door open and walked in.

At this time, the bell rang at the end of class, and the students rushed out.

Wang Yong took Susan's hand and walked out together.

Snape was still deranged, kneeling there with a dejected expression.

"What's the situation?" Susan asked quietly.

Seeing Snape's crazy appearance, the students who came out couldn't help but talk and quickened their pace to leave.

"His braincase is probably not normal...... Wang Yong teased and left with Susan.

The afternoon was even worse, the sky was gray, it was raining continuously, and the air seemed quite humid.

It's okay when I was in divination class, after all, I still have Susan with me, although I learned "Dream Interpretation Guide".

The guidance of dreams to reality is very complex, and a keen prophet can find a corresponding place in the middle, but the world is constantly changing, but at the same time chaos and dreams are intertwined.

Wang Yong and Susan were quite happy to discuss each other's dreams in class, and they laughed together, until Professor Trelawney cast an unkind look, and the two of them could not stop.

Defence Against the Dark Arts was a bit awkward, and he didn't know who to sit with when Hermione had a strained relationship, and the last one sat in the back row and picked up a study of ancient Babylonian magic borrowed from the forbidden book section and read it.

He is still very interested in the magic of Babylon, and although this magical shrine fell thousands of years ago, its ideas are still widely spread around the world, or there are ways for it to communicate with other planes.

I don't know if it's true or not, let's take a look, even if it's nonsense, Wang Yong thinks it's quite meaningful.

Especially the locket box in Wang Yong's hand, the bright star world is like a huge crystal inlaid in the sky, the distant and vague world seems to be within reach, but it can't be reached-

However, it could not be reached.

……

He sat there like a transparent person, a magic he loved that could make the people he hated see him as nothing, although he was also a little evasive, but it was somewhat less troublesome.

Umbridge started class, well, Wang Yong sat there without moving, just looking at his book.

The surrounding Potter, Weasley, or Goldstein looked a little stunned.

But soon they were annoyed by Umbridge, and when they found that Umbridge didn't see him, they couldn't help but understand that this was a clever magic, and they couldn't help but be a little envious.

After that, Umbridge first argues with Hermione, who loves to learn, then the challenge of the whole class, then Potter goes forward and talks to her about Voldemort's resurrection, and finally Umbridge is honorably handed a note, which means endless confinement, and Potter slams the door.

Of course, he seemed more irritable than he had been on the world line—perhaps, after all, he hadn't seen him before.

Potter is rightly doing justice, but now he's desperate to prove himself when he is not trusted and ignored.

In short, after killing Harry who took the lead, the students in the class were much more well-behaved, even Hermione, maybe something was brewing, and in the absence of skipping class sugar or the Weasley brothers making a big fuss, Umbridge's jurisdiction was still quite deterrent.

This made her look a little snarky and proud, and it was okay to find a sense of existence in front of a fifteen-year-old boy, Wang Yong observed her.

When the bell rang for the end of class, it was already dark.

Wang Yong put his books on the shelves in the space, and then walked out, looking at the bustling crowd, the black sky, and the cool breeze with raindrops, he couldn't help but awaken his memory of a long time ago, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bring a smile.