Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

Qiu Zhang then walked over, blinked when he saw Puni, and then silently took out the small mirror he was carrying and handed it to Puni.

"Thank you." Puni took it, then looked at himself in the mirror.

Several lines appeared on his face, initially faint but now slowly emerging, spreading from the corner of his jaw and meandering along the contours of his cheeks, mottled and interwoven.

"You look like a tabby cat!" Qiu Zhang covered his mouth and laughed.

Puni looked at himself in the mirror and his lips twitched.

When did he get infected?

No wonder Professor Snape had a faint, mischievous smile on his lips when he was flapping his black robes as he walked away. I thought he was seeing things!

"Looks like you'll be going to your morning and afternoon history of magic classes with this smeared face on your face." Cho Chang grinned from ear to ear.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Puni squinted.

He began to mobilize the holy light within his body.

"Shh!"

In an instant, a surge of magical power rose up and rapidly traveled through Puni's limbs and bones.

A faint, holy halo slowly emerged from his body, its swirling light carrying a sacred quality, enveloping him in a warm, gentle glow.

The holy light quickly detected the remaining poison powder in his body and enveloped and dissolved it.

The ugly lines on his face gradually faded and blurred under the holy light, becoming indistinct marks until they disappeared without a trace.

Standing beside him, Qiu Zhang and Marcos widened their eyes and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"What is this? What kind of magic is this?" Qiu Zhang asked in confusion.

“And Puni, you didn’t even use your wand!” Marcos exclaimed, his mouth agape.

After confirming that his reflection in the mirror had returned to normal, Puni calmed the holy light.

“A little trick.” Penny smiled. “Alright, didn’t Professor Snape just ask the two of us to clean up? Let’s get started.”

Marcos nodded blankly: "Oh, oh..."

"Let me help you too," Qiu Zhang said.

Her roommates had all left by now, leaving only the three of them in the classroom.

Qiu Zhang looked at Puni with a gleam in his eyes.

He's really amazing...

Especially after being enveloped by those incredibly calming lights...

Puni became completely divine!

So handsome...

Thinking of this, Qiu Zhang suddenly came to his senses, stopped himself, and shook his head.

What is she thinking about?

Puni didn't stop them, letting his two helpers finish tidying up the classroom.

The three then walked together towards the cafeteria.

Quite a few people have already come to eat.

Puni and Marcos found Roger and the others, while Cho Chang went to sit down next to her roommate as usual.

After finishing the meal.

Puni returned to his dormitory, took out a book, and continued reading.

The sun is shining brightly today.

He usually doesn't take a break at noon.

Reading is a great choice.

Some of Marcos and his friends came back for a nap, while others were out doing who-knows-what. In any case, none of this had anything to do with Puni.

It wasn't until afternoon classes were almost over that he put away his books, then woke up the fast-sleeping Marcos, and the two of them went together to the history of magic classroom on the second floor of the castle.

"We're getting ready for class."

As the bell rang, Professor Spencer crawled down the wall above, startling many people.

After all, it had been almost a day since the start of the semester, and they already knew that the History of Magic course was taught by a ghost professor.

But their unusual way of making an entrance still surprised them quite a bit.

"The fairy uprising is not an isolated incident; its root cause lies in the Wizarding Guild's continued deprivation of fairies of their right to possess wands, while simultaneously imposing heavy taxes on the gold coins minted by fairies..."

"Many people mistakenly believe that fairies are merely greedy, which is a typical example of ignorance. What they are rebelling against is the long-standing arrogance of wizards who have treated magical creatures as appendages and tools..."

"Fairies believe that the creator always owns the object, and that fairies are always the masters of their creations..."

Sunlight streamed through the arched windows of the History of Magic classroom, bathing everyone in its warm glow. The faint scent of old paper lingered in the air, complemented by Professor Binns's drawn-out, monotone lecture…

"It really is a perfect lullaby."

Puni looked around. His roommates were initially able to stay alert, open their notebooks, and intend to take notes seriously.

But before long, he couldn't resist the lazy atmosphere, his head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, and his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Marcos was doing better; he took a nap.

"But who is saying that Professor Binns is just reading from the textbook? The content he is talking about is clearly distilled and could obviously be knowledge points that will be on the exam."

If we ignore Professor Binns's strange tone.

In fact, Puni believed that he could still hear many interesting things from the other party.

This is definitely more interesting than simply flipping through those magical history books that can kill people.

Moreover, Puni is quite interested in history.

By flipping through past chapters, one can clearly see the rise and fall of an era.

Looking back at the traces of history, we will naturally understand the reasons for rise and fall.

Chapter 33: On which floor is the "Wish-Fulfilling House"?

Sometimes, understanding the past is also a way to anticipate the future.

Puni was very curious about what immortality was like.

If one reaches that level, they would be almost like a god, right?

"So, actually, I want to become a god?"

Puni shrugged.

In short, if he can learn something from the past that can propel him further down the path of knowledge or information, he will not hesitate to learn it.

"By the way, are we going to learn about the Lich Wars in our first lesson? Shouldn't we start by explaining the origins of wizards, following the chapters in the textbook?"

Halfway through the lecture, Puni suddenly realized something.

As he took notes, he stole glances at Professor Binns, who was lecturing slowly and monotonously on the podium.

"It seems that Professor Binns does have some differences in his choice of courses and chapters. If anyone says that Professor Binns' lectures are meaningless and have no educational value, I'll beat them up."

Until get out of class ends.

Puni put down his quill.

His roommates also slowly woke up to the ringing of the alarm.

"sucking"

Marcos and Roger smacked their lips, then looked at Puni with dazed expressions.

"What happened? I feel like I was knocked unconscious by someone?" Marcos rubbed his head.

"Me too! It feels like something hit my temple, and it still hurts a little!" Roger grinned.

Puni glanced at him and said, "You were sleeping when your pencil case was pressing against your head."

Although Eddie was also sleepy in class, he managed to stay awake several times, dozing off and then waking up again, but he still managed to listen to the whole class.

He nodded: "Puni is right. I also saw that you didn't feel uncomfortable when you were sleeping."

Roger chuckled: "This is the first time I've heard a ghost lecture. I didn't expect it to be so hypnotic. Now I won't have to sleep tonight."

Marcos stood up and, as soon as he took the things in his hands, he saw that Puni's notebook was filled with his notes, including his thoughts on the textbook and the knowledge points taught by the professor.

Marcos's eyes widened: "Dude! You can even listen this attentively in this class?"

Eddie finished packing his things and came over. When he saw Puni's notes, he said, "Please lend them to me. My notes are fragmented, and some seem to have been written in my sleep. When I looked at them just now, they looked like runes, and I couldn't understand what I had written at all!"

Puni casually handed him the notebook: "Here you go."

Eddie was immediately delighted: "Thank you!"

"But at least we've made it through the day, let's go eat!" Marcos didn't intend to copy the notes again; instead, he patted his stomach.

"We've only just met, but you're getting hungry way too fast, aren't you?" Roger grabbed Marcos's shoulder.

"If you're hungry, let's eat. Let's go." Puni walked out.

After finishing his meal, Puni chose to read in his dormitory instead of going to the lounge.

Marcos and Roger then pulled Eddie into the lounge to play chess.

Night fell, and twilight once again shrouded the ancient castle.

When curfew arrived, since Marcos and the others repeatedly explained that they couldn't see the lights Puni had turned on upstairs, Puni simply blocked them with the curtains and, without even casting a spell, read a book in his bed.

Marcos and Cody were all asleep, their snores filling the air.

Puni stood up and looked down from upstairs.

"I've had a day of classes at Hogwarts, and the fog on the map in my notebook hasn't cleared much. I might as well take this opportunity to wander around."

Puni went downstairs.

The three of them didn't make a sound.