Senior, Isn't Your Job Just to Guard the Door?

This Soul Library may not look large, but it is exquisite. It is built entirely of thick stone and its architectural style is exactly the same as Hogwarts.

The library is topped with a tall spire that looks like wildly growing branches, while the lit windows resemble the fruit growing on those branches.

The gate has two rings, almost identical to the oak gate of Hogwarts.

It's just much smaller in scale.

The door was now open.

"Let's go, senior Tom," Silan invited warmly.

The two walked into the library side by side.

The moment Tom stepped across the threshold, he could hardly contain his excitement.

They finally fell for it!

I've been wanting to get in for so long, and I'm finally in!

Tom opened his eyes wide, greedily taking in everything in the hall, as if trying to make up for the time he had spent looking at it earlier.

Although the library looks like a castle from the outside, its internal structure is not complicated.

At the far end of the spacious hall hung a huge Slytherin banner.

Long, narrow banners hung from the ceiling, embroidered with giant snakes that slithered slowly, seemingly observing the two people.

The hall was lined with exquisite glass cabinets, each edged with gold trim, and filled with antique books.

The book titles, written in Ancient Runes, included phrases such as "A Brief Discussion on the Essence of the Soul," "Reflections and Analysis on the Origins of Soul Spells," and "Reflections on the Practical Application of Soul Spells."

Wall lamps hung on the surrounding walls, and a huge and exquisite Crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.

Soft light streamed through the Crystal chandelier, reflecting off the wall lamps and illuminating the entire hall in a magnificent golden glow.

Tom looked at the old books in the glass cabinets, his expression calm, but his eyes revealed an uncontrollable greed and longing.

"These must be the secret treasures left behind by Slytherin..."

Tom stared intently at the glass case, thinking to himself, "If I can learn these Soul Magic and master the Soul Space, I can use that as a foundation to erode the Basilisk's soul in reverse."

"At that time, you will be able to extract your soul."

"As long as I find another vessel, I can once again reign supreme in the Wizarding World!"

"As for the best containers..."

Tom smiled slightly and looked at Silan.

Isn't that right in front of us?

I initially thought he was a smart person, but I never expected that just a few nice words and some networking would make him so easily swayed.

This kind of person has strength but no brains.

I was overthinking it.

Tom shook his head, thinking, "That's understandable; after all, no one comparable to me has been born yet."

He walked happily toward the nearest glass cabinet, but after taking only two steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

My foot froze in mid-air, unable to step down no matter what I did.

The thought of doubt had barely formed in Tom's mind when he found himself falling back down.

"What's wrong, Senior Tom?" Silan asked with concern.

"It's nothing," Tom shook his head.

Is it just an illusion?

No sooner had he finished speaking than Tom suddenly felt a powerful force come crashing down on him, sending him flying.

Fortunately, he managed to grab onto a brick on the ground in time, otherwise he would have tumbled all the way down the cliff.

What's going on?

What tricks did Prewett pull?

Or is the library excluding me because I'm not the heir?

Tom lay on the ground, staring in astonishment at the direction of the library, his mind filled with questions.

Silan appeared even more "surprised" than he was.

"Oh dear, what's going on?!"

"Senior Tom, how did you suddenly start flying?"

This is clearly a rhetorical question.

From the moment she entered the library, Silan realized that she had gained a certain degree of control over it.

No one is allowed to enter without his permission, and even if they do, they will be immediately expelled.

"Have no idea..."

Tom glanced at Silan suspiciously, then got up from the ground.

"It might be an accident. Let's try again, this time you go first."

Tom became cautious.

"Okay," Silan readily agreed.

The two kept a distance of two or three meters and walked into the library one after the other.

After Tom stepped across the threshold, he subconsciously glanced at Silan, wondering if he had done something underhanded.

But Silan remained calm.

"Phew... looks like it was an accident."

Tom took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Everything is normal, nothing happened.

This delighted him, and he continued forward.

Step.

Two steps.

Three steps...

Tom was completely relieved and strode happily toward the glass cabinet.

He was just one step away from opening the glass cabinet and taking out the magic book he had been longing for.

Unfortunately, that familiar feeling returned.

"I--"

Tom took flight again, his voice tracing an arc through the air, just like his body.

Once could be an accident, but twice? Could it be a coincidence?

Tom, who had fallen face-first into the mud again, raised his head angrily and glared at Silan through gritted teeth.

Could it really be this guy who did it?

"Oh dear, senior!" Silan ran over and helped him up with concern. "How could you be so careless?"

"It's none of my business."

Tom gritted his teeth, his cheekbones bulging. "I'd like to ask you, what exactly happened?"

"I don't know."

Silan winked at him, her expression as innocent and pitiful as could be.

She was like a pure, innocent white lotus who had never lied.

[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]

"I'm wondering about that too." Silan looked in the direction of the library and asked with a sigh, "But senior, didn't you say you were the librarian here?"

"Since you're the administrator, how could you not know how to get in?"

Tom was speechless.

"Could it be that only Heir of Slytherin can enter the library?" Silan guessed earnestly.

"That's about right," Tom nodded in a muffled voice.

"So that's how it is." Silan suddenly realized, and then added insult to injury.

"So, senior, your job is just to guard the gate? That sounds easy."

Gatekeeper?

Tom's expression froze.

That sounds weird, like I'm some kind of gatekeeper dog...

Tom clenched his fists, hidden in his sleeves, and turned his face away through gritted teeth.

His face looked rather pale.

Stay calm, you must stay calm.

The primary goal now is to gain his trust and secure entry into the Soul Library.

Calm!

"I'm new here, and I don't know much about the library yet," Silan continued, giving him hope. "Once I've studied it a bit, I might be able to get a feel for it, and then I'll ask you, senior, to go in."

This is the only option for now.

After giving himself a pep talk, Tom regained his composure and smiled at Silan.

That would be best.

"Don't move around here," Silan patted Tom on the shoulder. "I'm going to check out the library."