The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

"Phew, at least... I survived."

Red took a deep breath, relaxed his body, and then almost dragged his heavy body back to his small room. It was a bit old, but well-ventilated, which was one of the few advantages of this orphanage. At least the caregivers and old nuns here really wanted to protect every child.

"How exactly did I get to that place?"

Red lay on the metal bunk bed, covered himself with a thin blanket, and took out his diary.

He had almost finished organizing the contents of the diary. He only needed a little time to study it carefully before he could fully understand what was recorded in the diary. But the problem was, how was he going to get back to the Silent Bookstore?

And, is that guy named Harry Potter back in his original residence like him, or is he still at the Silent Bookstore?

Reid instinctively tried to straighten his weathered, oversized clothes, and then touched something that shouldn't have been there on his chest.

"Wait... why this key...?"

Red was stunned. The huge and heavy key that required both of his hands to lift had shrunk to its normal shape and was hanging quietly around his neck. He hadn't even noticed it.

So Red touched the key, and the next second, the firelight of the fireplace appeared in front of him. He was back in the guardhouse, where the neatly made bed was even partially open, as Harry had prepared for himself to lie down. But it was clear that Harry Potter had also left the island, and he wondered how he could get his beloved free laborer Harry back to work for him.

"Forget it, let's go back first. Disappearing suddenly in the orphanage late at night will scare those guys half to death."

Reid sighed, touched the key again, and just like before, returned to the cold little room to rest. He was really too tired. After temporarily strengthening Naya's body so that she could fight the disease on her own, Reid's strength was almost insufficient to keep his eyes open. He had only barely kept his body up because of the horror and excitement. After relaxing, he just wanted to fall asleep.

"At night, I had a dream; it was a road leading to the top of a mountain ridge, surrounded by a bright silver atmosphere..."

However, every part of me was telling me that I must not step into this place now, I must not take another step forward, so I retreated and returned to the sweet dream woven from silk.

When Red opened his eyes, he saw the sky had already brightened. Spring in London was still rather cold and gloomy. In fact, apart from summer, he didn't think there was any season that was kind to orphans like them.

"The children... are God, God bless them... that's wonderful..."

The old nun gripped her old but well-maintained crucifix with excitement. Red did not believe in any religion because God would not give him even a penny of bread or any other necessities, but he never stopped others from believing in religion.

So at this moment, when the old nun made such a move after seeing that Naya's condition had miraculously passed the most dangerous moment, Red simply stepped forward and gave her a slight hug.

"I will continue to take care of her. I'll have to trouble the chef to make the soup a little thicker these next couple of days... I'll try my best to make some money back."

The old nun trembled and could not say anything. She could only nod silently. Their orphanage had not received any decent assistance for a very long time. The fact that they could still barely survive was the result of many children who had left the orphanage turning back to help. Most of them were powerless to do anything more.

Of course, Red didn't go out immediately, and Naya's condition only stabilized slightly.

Red quickly finished reading the amber-inlaid diary in his hand. The great techniques recorded in it had transformed into teachings that flowed into his mind, waiting to be used when needed.

"This is truly a great technique... a power that surprises us."

Red put away his book, which contained teachings on two great arts, one of which he had just learned.

【Glass and Forged Light LV1】: "Break a window. What have you created? A road? A ray of new light? A weapon?" — Natalia Brulov (Sex: 2 Lamps, 1 Dome)

【Dome】: Gentle breeze, storm, echo, song; the complexity of mathematics, the principles of flight. The touch of laws is sometimes lighter than we imagine. [Balance, harmony, and necessity.]

What surprised him was not only that the great technique was successfully transformed into knowledge and engraved in his mind, but more importantly, that this knowledge was so vast that even a beginner could catalyze powerful alchemical products and special memories and spells as long as they gathered enough materials and the power of the element.

Of course, Red immediately tried out his newly learned great technique. The sunlight filtering through the already blurred glass of the orphanage transformed into a small, thin line. Red held that faint ray in his hand and let it dissipate again. Just as Natalia had said, the light in his hand could be forged into something. Although it would disappear as soon as the power maintaining it was removed, it was still a very useful weapon.

"Next up is... another great technique, hopefully it will be even more useful than in the game..."

Reid focused his mind on the teachings in his head. He had already figured out how to make money. Although he didn't know if there was any organization like the Anti-Corruption Bureau in this world, he figured he could use his great skills to perform a few magic tricks to earn some money without being discovered. After all, if it weren't for the fact that the banknotes in his hand were antiques from 1936, he could have taken out a shilling to improve everyone's meals.

【Dawn's Contemplation LV1】: "Seeing the future in the past." Those who practice this precept can see the end and the beginning, the path and the transformation, as they see dawn and sunset. (Characteristics: 2 lamps, 1 blade)

[The Blade]: All conquest begins at the blade. One dwells there, blind yet unharmed. The other is incomparably powerful, growing stronger with each battle. [The blade is the standard of combat and resistance.]

Red quietly walked out of the orphanage, and then he saw a cat, a cat that was different from the ones he had seen before.

Almost instinctively, he wanted to use his soul essence to carefully investigate what the cat was all about, but he immediately stopped himself from doing so.

Because then, the cat in front of him transformed into a person.