Shanhe Sheji Map

The smile on Brook's face froze instantly.

He turned to look at the staff table.

Dumbledore was watching him with a gentle expression.

But no matter how he looked at it, that smile was full of ill intent.

The Sorting Hat had been about to place him in Hufflepuff.

Then, after a silence, it suddenly changed its mind. If Dumbledore had not meddled behind the scenes, Brook would never believe it even if beaten to death.

Brook: (╯-＿-)╯╧╧

At that moment, the Gryffindor table had already erupted into enthusiastic applause.

The commotion was almost on par with Harry's welcome.

Although many of the younger students did not know what it meant for the Sorting Hat to speak, the older students did!

The older students applauded, so they could only follow along.

Hermione clapped hard as well, her little face flushed red with excitement.

Brook placed the Sorting Hat back on the stool, walked to the Gryffindor table, and sat beside Hermione.

Whether in this life or his previous one, Brook had never considered himself a particularly kind person.

He would not go wild just because he had transmigrated and turn into some chaotic-evil lunatic.

But Dumbledore really thought he was a sunflower, huh?

You old bastard, just wait.

Sooner or later, he would drop something huge on him.

"That's great, Brook. We got sorted into the same house."

Hermione: (ღˇ◡ˇღ).

"Yeah, it really is pretty great." Brook was not entirely being perfunctory.

Being in the same house as Hermione would at least make copying homework much more convenient.

Dumbledore rose to his feet, spread his arms, and said warmly, "Welcome!"

"Welcome, everyone, to Hogwarts for the start of a new school year! Before the feast begins, I would like to say a few words. And they are: 'Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!' Thank you all!"

He sat down with a smile.

Everyone politely applauded and cheered.

"What does that mean?" Hermione looked utterly confused.

"Maybe it's some profound spell. Hermione, would you like some lamb chops?"

Brook placed a large piece of lamb chop onto his plate.

"Lamb chops?" Only then did Hermione notice that the empty golden plate before her was already piled high with food.

"Cut me some."

Brook cut two lamb chops for Hermione, while he grabbed a bone himself and began gnawing on it in huge bites.

Despite having been in Britain for a year, he was still not used to using a knife and fork.

Big chunks of lamb like this were only satisfying when gnawed on.

Boiled.

The taste was passable.

It had a strong lemony tang.

It had probably been marinated with lemon to remove the mutton smell.

It was just missing a dipping sauce.

He had plenty of soy sauce and chive flower sauce in his space, but it was inconvenient to take them out right now.

Brook ate until he was quite full.

Although all the dishes had been simply roasted or boiled, the ingredients were very fresh, emphasizing their original flavors.

As for the steak-and-kidney pie, he did not even touch it.

He quite liked kidneys, but not prepared like this.

Especially with that lingering gamey stench, which made him nauseous.

The only vegetables were carrots and peas.

He did not like carrots.

The peas were boiled too. How was he supposed to eat them without dipping sauce?

Meanwhile, Hermione beside him was beginning to regret things.

She had eaten plenty of snacks on the train, but she had still been starving.

So she had unconsciously eaten quite a lot of meat.

The various desserts after the main course put her in a difficult position.

Apple pie, treacle pie, chocolate muffins, fried jam doughnuts, rice pudding, ice cream, and more.

She wanted to eat them, but did not dare to.

Brook directly pushed a mango-flavored ice cream in front of her.

"Dessert is cold, so it has no calories."

"You're lying."

Hermione huffed adorably, but she still began eating it in small bites, her face blooming with a satisfied smile .

Once everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Dumbledore stood again.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drunk their fill, I have a few more words to say... Finally, I must warn you all: any student who does not wish to meet with an accident, or even death, should stay away from the corridor on the right-hand side of the fourth floor."

He suddenly became very excited.

"Now, let us all sing the school song together!"

With a light flick of his wand, a golden ribbon drifted out and spiraled through the air, forming lines of lyrics.

"You may freely choose any tune you like."

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"Ready, sing!"

Hogwarts,

Hogwarts,

As the final two people finished the last note to the tune of the Funeral March.

Dumbledore looked thoroughly satisfied.

The welcoming feast came to a complete end.

Gryffindor's common room was located in a tower on the seventh floor.

Through the window, Brook could see sparse stars scattered across the night sky.

After saying goodbye to Hermione, he headed to the dormitory alone.

There were six four-poster beds in the room, each draped with deep crimson flannel curtains.

Hogwarts had assigned all six first-year wizards to the same dormitory.

Brook greeted the others in the dormitory and introduced himself, then went to take a bath.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, the dormitory was completely quiet, and the others had already drifted into dreamland.

Perfect. He could draw prizes now.

He had gained another five chances to draw.

The two tasks he had completed afterward were [Successfully enter any house] and [Be served by a House Elf].

He did have some impression of House Elves.

They were creatures that looked somewhat similar to Goblins.

But he had no idea when a House Elf had served him.

Still, an extra chance to draw was always a good thing.

Out of habit, Brook prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens.

"System lottery, five consecutive draws."

A system notification immediately sounded in his mind.

[Thank you for participating]

[Congratulations, Host. You have received the second prize: 1,000 crates of high-purity malt liquor.]

A Norwegian Ridgeback's favorite food. It can greatly increase its favorability toward you.

[Thank you for participating]

[Thank you for participating]

[Congratulations, Host. You have received the grand prize: Shanhe Sheji Map]

The Host may freely alter its internal environment and store items and living creatures.

Due to force majeure, the Shanhe Sheji Map will be issued to the Host in the form of a ring.]

Brook did not lack alcohol at all.

He had several hundred tons of premium baijiu.

Malt liquor did not even deserve a place on his table.

As for the Shanhe Sheji Map, it truly was a good item.

Although its functions overlapped somewhat with his independent space.

He took out the Shanhe Sheji Map that had been transformed into a ring.

Its design was quite ordinary.

It had none of the ethereal aura from the movies, nor was there any paintbrush.

The band was not made of metal, but looked more like it had been crafted from some kind of crystal.

It looked smooth on the surface, but closer inspection revealed delicate patterns within.

A huge gemstone was set into the mount, with blue and purple hues flowing through it.

With a thought, Brook appeared inside the Shanhe Sheji Map.

The sky inside the space was actually dotted with little points of starlight.

The entire space was enormous. He could not see its end at a glance.

It was even less beautiful than the environment in the movies, just a barren expanse of land.

He pointed imperiously at the sky.

"I say, let there be light."

Yet the space did not change at all. Only the starlight continued to flicker.

Brook felt a little embarrassed.

It was fine.

Try again.

"I say, let there be mountains."

This time, the space finally reacted.

In the direction he pointed, a towering mountain instantly rose from the ground.

Brook suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed onto the ground.

It was as if his body had been hollowed out.

Fortunately, he had plenty of experience dealing with this sort of situation.

He adjusted his breathing slightly, then opened the hidden door.

He took out a great deal of chocolate from his independent space and quickly devoured it.

After more than a dozen pieces of chocolate went into his stomach, Brook gradually recovered his strength.

He looked at the mountain before him and estimated that it was over five hundred meters tall.

It seemed this space could not be altered freely after all. It was probably tied to his physical strength.