After saying goodbye to Uncle Mu En, Harry still saw those words flashing before his eyes. Then his expression gradually hardened.
After arriving at the Great Hall on the first floor and casually eating some breakfast, he headed down to the underground Potions classroom.
There was still nearly half an hour before class, so he decided to read for a while.
He had gradually adapted to life at Hogwarts. Other than flying lessons not starting until next week, he currently had nothing else to occupy his time.
Reading was far more fulfilling.
Or rather, he had grown accustomed to this kind of life.
And learned to find satisfaction and a sense of achievement through studying.
He hoped to quickly solidify his foundations, then build a Runes system of his own. Only then could he hurry up and learn a few tricks from Uncle Mu En.
Moreover, he was not simply reading. A closer look would reveal that although his hand seemed to be supporting the book, there was actually a large gap between his palm and the book, where a luminous blue glow flowed.
Even when turning pages, he tried his best not to make physical contact.
About ten minutes passed before the first person finally arrived in the classroom. Only then did he stop practicing Mage Hand, put away his book, and take out his Potions Class textbook and loose-leaf notebook.
Yes, the notebook had to be loose-leaf. That was the only way it could have the feel of a master's manuscript!
It was not until class was about to begin that Hermione hurried in. She sat beside Harry, quickly opened her book, and complained between breaths, "Oh my God, that section of stairs I usually take suddenly changed position today. I didn't even have the time I'd set