HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

The next moment, Lin Mo felt his body being transferred, and a burst of white light pierced his eyes, making him squint.

However, the bright light soon disappeared, replaced by a scene of a Jiangnan water town. The antique pavilions and towers, like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, were not so fragile as to be easily destroyed.

Lin Mo could even feel the coolness of autumn, the desolation of falling leaves, and the gentle breeze. Lin Mo felt the sentiment expressed by the poet from a thousand years ago: "So many things have happened throughout history, yet the fisherman's song rises at midnight."

A gentle stillness, an ancient beauty, a tranquil sorrow, a refreshing scene.

Perhaps it was because Lin Mo had never truly appreciated the beauty of the place before that he was now so deeply moved; or perhaps it was the beauty of the scenery and the purity of the emotions that touched Lin Mo's heart.

"This isn't the Harry Potter world." Lin Mo looked around, seemingly enjoying the feeling it gave him. "But it's beautiful here."

"You should relax a bit, you've been working too hard." Changfeng's voice came from nearby, and the next second, he appeared next to Lin Mo.

"That makes sense, but only high-intensity work can make me feel meaningful." Lin Mo nodded, but his actions suggested otherwise.

Changfeng shook his head, somewhat helplessly: "This is my space. You can come in and relax from now on. Don't overwork yourself. The Harry Potter world is here to help you unwind."

"Okay." Lin Mo smiled, but he had a premonition, or perhaps it was an obsession, that he wouldn't have an easier time than in the real world.

"Alright, rest here for three days before going to the Harry Potter world, otherwise your mind won't be able to handle it." Changfeng said, leading him to a courtyard.

"Choose one yourself," Changfeng said. Lin Mo had a feeling that he was being kept by someone.

Lin Mo casually pointed to one of them: "That one."

"Okay, whatever you want, you'll find it there, emm... it's similar to the Room of Requirement in the Harry Potter world," Changfeng explained.

A——L——W——A——Y——S

That evening, Lin Mo had a barbecue in the wild, while Chang Feng next to him was rubbing his hands together, ready to snatch the food from Lin Mo's hands at any moment.

"Changfeng, aren't you supposed to be even more powerful than the system? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Lin Mo said speechlessly, seeing Changfeng's eyes practically glued to the food in his hand.

"Oh, I like dry rice, I'm just greedy, there's nothing shameful about it." Changfeng said casually, without any awareness of being a world administrator.

"Hey." Lin Mo handed the cooked skewers to Chang Feng. "Slow down, be careful, they're hot."

"Okay, thank you." Changfeng quickly took the skewers and put them in his mouth with a somewhat comical expression.

In fact, Lin Mo's reminder was necessary, because Changfeng was currently fiddling with his tongue to avoid burning his mouth.

Hearing the strange noise from Changfeng, Lin Mo quickly turned around and immediately burst out laughing.

Changfeng held several skewers in his hands, one of which was sticking out and missing two pieces of meat. He seemed a little overwhelmed with the number of skewers in each hand, his mouth moving rapidly as he exhaled hot air as if he were about to get burned.

"I told you to be careful, it'll burn you. See, you didn't listen." Lin Mo suppressed a laugh and said helplessly.

"Hiss, haha, hiss, I can't resist, it smells so good!" Changfeng finally swallowed it with difficulty. "I really can't resist the temptation of delicious food."

"Whatever, I just can't do anything with you." Lin Mo hadn't spoken to anyone so easily in nearly ten years, after all, no one could make him let his guard down.

The main reason he could chat so easily with Changfeng was that he was certain Changfeng wouldn't treat him badly; he only dared to relax when he was completely safe.

"Why is your name Lin Mo?" Changfeng put the skewers on a plate, holding only the one he had just eaten.

"Names... I'm an orphan, I don't know what they originally meant, but I believe I've lived out the meaning of this name." Lin Mo's hands didn't stop moving as he looked down at the firelight, the orange-red glow reflecting on his face, making his gaze appear somewhat uncertain.

"Lin is my surname, there's nothing to say about that. Mo means silent, lonely, unconventional, and taciturn... perhaps others might even see it as aloof." Lin Mo's eyes seemed to see some scattered memories in the long river of time.

Changfeng remained silent, watching Lin Mo's retreating figure without touching the food in his hands. The firelight cast a long shadow of Lin Mo, and Changfeng couldn't see Lin Mo's expression from behind, but he felt a strange connection to this young man.

He wasn't aloof, because it was pleasant to be around him; yet he wasn't friendly either, because he always gave off a vague feeling of being right in front of you but seemingly far away.

It wasn't a gentle warmth, but rather a mature indifference; it wasn't a coldness that was piercing, but rather a refined tranquility. His maturity couldn't be prefixed with intimacy, and his refinement couldn't be embellished with gentleness.

"Tell me about yourself. Why is your name Changfeng?" Lin Mo finished grilling the last of the food in his hand, turned around and put it on a plate on the table. He poured a glass of water for Changfeng and himself, and sat down opposite Changfeng.

"It should be taken from 'There will be times when the wind and waves will be broken, and the sails will be hoisted to cross the vast sea.'" Changfeng took the cup and nodded slightly, "Because several of my brothers also took their names from this."

"Oh? Is it Yunfan or Canghai?" Lin Mo asked with interest, feeling that the name Changfeng was not as nice as either of the other two.

"Emm...cough cough, call them Breaking Waves and Straight Hanging..." Changfeng said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Pfft, cough cough cough..." Lin Mo almost sprayed the water he hadn't swallowed onto Changfeng's face. He suddenly felt that the name Changfeng was really, really nice to hear, very artistic.

"Your name is cool," Lin Mo said, coughing between words.

"Oh, that's right, hehe." Changfeng replied to Lin Mo with a smile, acting as if it were a matter of course.

"By the way, you said this place is beautiful. If you had to choose, would you prefer the tranquil and peaceful Jiangnan water town, or the complex and dangerous world of Harry Potter?" Changfeng finally managed to suppress the slight pride on his face and turned to ask Lin Mo.

"I think..." Lin Mo paused, but he didn't seem to be thinking; he seemed to already have the answer. "I'd rather go to the Harry Potter world."

Changfeng was puzzled; he didn't know what Lin Mo was thinking: "Why? The Harry Potter world isn't a world where you can relax."

"Of course, but my life constantly reminds me that I cannot relax. I must shine to have meaning in my existence; I must do my best to shine so that I can light the way for others," Lin Mo said calmly, as if this had been engraved in his very bones.

"Have you really never thought about living for yourself?" Changfeng's voice suddenly became somewhat low, just like his emotions.

"Perhaps I have thought about it, but reality doesn't allow it," Lin Mo replied to Chang Feng, but Chang Feng didn't believe Lin Mo was telling the truth.

The wind blew through the night mist and the dim yellow lights shining from the side, looking directly into Lin Mo's eyes.

Their dark eyes held a deep, unfathomable, and indifferent coldness, as if even the scorching firelight could not warm them in the slightest.

Changfeng assured that among all the transmigrators he had guided, there were many with great perseverance, terror, and resilience, but he had never seen a young man who was just twenty-four or twenty-five years old with such eyes.

His gaze, though seemingly distant and aloof, exuded goodwill that drew people in, yet no one could truly penetrate the depths of his heart.

There seemed to be a barrier within him, keeping out not only enemies, outsiders, acquaintances, and friends, but also himself. This was Lin Mo's proud, closed-off, controlling spirit, because even he himself didn't understand what he truly wanted.

He just numbly repeated one dangerous thing after another, never thinking of betrayal, only wanting to do his job well.

Lin Mo seemed to sense the somewhat somber atmosphere between them. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "Alright, at least in the Harry Potter world I can use cheat codes, but here I can only cook for you, right?"

Changfeng also realized what was happening, and gave a resentful look: "Tch, fine, don't do it then, who cares?" Then he casually grabbed half of the skewers on the table and quickly started eating.

Lin Mo almost burst out laughing in front of Chang Feng as he watched Chang Feng's exaggerated actions, but in the end he still received two arrogant eye rolls from Chang Feng.

Under the starlight, two young men sat around a campfire, the flickering sparks reflecting their gentle smiles. Though they had only known each other for a short time, this did not prevent them from chatting about everything under the sun.