The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

In fact, the biggest problem for all young wizards who are new to Wizards' Chess is not understanding the rules, but getting their pieces to obey their commands. However, in Harry and Red's hands, this problem seems to be completely non-existent. The pieces move quietly on the board, crushing their enemies or being crushed. Everything is so quiet that if there were onlookers, they might feel a little scared.

It was like a silent war, with soldiers silently carrying out orders and dying silently. Even the most unruly pawns had no complaints at this moment and quietly went to their deaths.

"Phew...Relax a bit. I don't feel like we're playing chess."

Reid sighed. He didn't really see any difference between Wizard Chess and ordinary chess pieces. If he had to say, it was probably that they possessed a certain kind of intelligence, making one feel as if they were actually commanding soldiers.

"Oh...it seems so." Harry touched his scar, which was faintly burning. This was perhaps the secret to his ability to defeat all the wizard chess players except Ron. The Commandment of the Scar gave him a special kind of command ability, at least he had no problem commanding the pieces.

Then the pieces on the chessboard seemed to collectively breathe a sigh of relief. They didn't know how long it had been since they had experienced such a tense and oppressive scene, as if they were really engaged in a battle between two armies. The sense of oppression brought by that war was something that ordinary chess games could not provide.

"How's your Latin coming along?" Red asked casually. Seeing Harry's embarrassed expression, he knew that Harry probably hadn't made much progress yet. But he could understand that; not everyone's language talent was as outrageous as his, the administrator's.

"How should I put it..." Harry mumbled. He did want to learn, but the only textbooks he had on hand, besides a basic Latin dictionary, were strange books like "The Chronicles of Time, Volume One." To put it mildly, the words used in those books were elegant; to put it more bluntly, Harry felt they were words used by some ancient relic.

However, Harry then realized that Latin was already a language of the grave, and he let it go.

"Reading and writing shouldn't be a problem, but listening and speaking are a bit more difficult."

Harry reported his progress truthfully.

"That's normal, don't worry... It can take a person several years or even decades to learn a language, so don't rush. But I have to remind you that some languages ​​contain power. If you come into contact with similar languages ​​in the future, you must be very careful... Those powers are not all beneficial to humans."

Reid recalled the Ramsander language he had recently learned from Lady Sunshine, a language with power.

[Ramsander Language LV1]: This language is known as "Bird Language," "Bird Speech," "Bird Talk," "Ramsander Language," and "Hazel Language," but it is a secret language whose true name may never be used. The Bird-shaped Tsukito uses this language at the Perch, at least in the story. (Sex: 2 Moths, 1 Dome)

Harry nodded. He was never proud of his achievements. In fact, in the six months before he enrolled, Harry had already witnessed what a true genius was like. The fact that Red's learning speed was several times, or even dozens of times, faster than his completely extinguished Harry's little pride.

While he was still diligently studying the "Commandments of the Scars," Red was exploring the application and scenarios of this great art; and while he was still struggling with Latin, Red had already begun studying those powerful languages.

"By the way, don't fail your final exams, or Professor McGonagall will be the one giving you trouble instead of me. I'm not in a rush for the Great Arts, you should focus on your studies first."

Red kindly offered a reminder. As the administrator of the Silent Bookstore, he certainly didn't lack time. Dumbledore had talked to him about many things, but he had glossed over all the core issues. Therefore, Red hadn't been able to get much more information from Dumbledore, only a few points.

Firstly, Harry possesses a certain uniqueness, not in a historical sense, but in a physical sense.

Secondly, Dumbledore had certain expectations for Harry's future, so much so that he had to carefully try to guide and look after Harry.

Thirdly, Dumbledore had a permissive attitude toward what Harry was doing, but this permissiveness was accompanied by a degree of vigilance.

"Sigh, people who like to tell riddles can't be had a conversation... What an insolent old man."

Red sighed. Dumbledore was a very good headmaster and a very good teacher, but he was not a very good conversationalist. However, Red could tell that he seemed to have some kind of spell to peer into memories, but he didn't know if Dumbledore had used it back then.

"Uh... Reid, Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to start, or we might be late."

Harry glanced at the clock and reminded Red and the others that they were about to go to class. So the two young wizards, carrying their wizarding chessboard, rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Of course, both of them had to admit that Professor Quirrell was definitely the worst among the professors at Hogwarts. Harry didn't want to use any harsher terms, but the fact was that Professor Quirrell's teaching level made Harry feel that he might as well go back to reading books, at least the books wouldn't give off that disgusting garlic smell.

Even Professor Binns hadn't inflicted this kind of physical and mental blow on the students, so Harry really wanted to leave this classroom filled with the strange smell of garlic as soon as possible. He didn't know why Dumbledore had let Professor Quirrell take charge of this course.

Of course, Red was still studying hard. He didn't know much about the so-called dark magic, but the professor giving the lectures was obviously more interesting than the courses themselves. What Red wanted to do now was probably to ask Dumbledore if he was really too old to see clearly.

They couldn't even see that Professor Quirrell's soul had obvious problems.

"In that case... I really do need to go back and look through the history books. Although the history of this group is written in a fragmented way, there is still some information."

Reid was thinking when he made eye contact with Professor Quirrell for a moment.