Psychologists have said that there are always some things in childhood that will have an indelible impact on one\'s future.

Obviously, Hermione Granger is in such a state at present. She doesn\'t even show any surprise when she learns that two friends are driving a flying car to school.

Because compared with Draco\'s dark eyes, this boring story is as childish and ridiculous as a child\'s house.

To be exact, she didn\'t sleep well last night and had nightmares all night. Now she looks pale and tired. Even the roaring letter sent by Ron\'s mother a few minutes ago didn\'t make her laugh.

"Hey! What\'s the matter with you?" Harry Potter first noticed something wrong and asked with concern.

Hermione hesitated obviously. She just wanted to say something. She found that Draco had just walked across the corridor towards herself.

Thinking of the conflict that broke out in the carriage before, she couldn\'t help shivering. She quickly pulled up her friend and ran in the other direction. While running, she shouted: "don\'t talk nonsense! If you don\'t want to be late for class on the first day!"

"But it\'s at least 15 minutes before class! We have enough time!" Ron protested weakly.

"Better early than late! Don\'t forget..."

"Hey, Potter, where are you going?"

Before Hermione finished, Draco suddenly jumped out of the corner and stared at his old enemy with snake cold eyes.

Although he had not pulled out his wand according to the school regulations, the cold murderous spirit had begun to spread in the air, and several junior students who happened to pass by were scared to stand still.

"Malfoy! What do you want?"

Early in the morning, Ron, who was full of fire, immediately pulled out his wand, although it had been two short sections and was only barely stuck together with tape.

"Hum! I didn\'t talk to you, fool. As a servant, you should learn to ask your master\'s permission before you speak." Draco glanced contemptuously at each other, and then continued to turn his attention to the Savior. "Dear Potter, I think Granger should have conveyed my words to you?"

"Convey? Convey what?" Harry Potter subconsciously frowned and glanced at his friend.

Seeing his reaction, Draco immediately understood something and said with a sneer: "I see. She hasn\'t told you what happened on the train, has she? It doesn\'t matter. I\'m a very generous person and I\'m willing to give you some time to discuss it. Remember, you only have three days. After three days, I will start to fulfill my oath."

Seeing the most annoying guy in school turn and leave, Ron immediately asked, "Hermione, what\'s the matter? Did you just hide from the annoying Malfoy?"

"What happened on the train?" Harry pursued.

"Damn it! Don\'t force me!"

The huge pressure made the girl\'s sensitive nerve break, and her tears couldn\'t stop flowing out. She pushed Ron away from the front and turned around and ran towards the women\'s toilet.

Because it happened so suddenly, the latter didn\'t notice that a silver thread went into his body along his neck, held the wall and asked foolishly, "er... Did I say something wrong just now? Why did she cry!"

"Don\'t ask me! I don\'t know! But it must have something to do with Malfoy! We\'d better ask and see who Hermione is sitting with in the car." Harry shook his head in annoyance.

"OK! But before that, we\'d better go to class."

While saying this, Ron\'s pupil flashed an imperceptible silver light, followed by a feeling that was completely different from before.

But the feeling came and went quickly, and the blink of an eye returned to its usual appearance.

The poor "savior" didn\'t find that his friend had been replaced at the moment. To be exact, he was invaded and manipulated by another person\'s consciousness.

During the whole day, whether in class or during recess, Zhang Cheng kept spying on Ron\'s body and the soul fragments in each other\'s lightning scar.

Although Tom Riddle split his soul into several pieces, most of them were attached to dead objects. Only this piece was attached to another fresh body and soul, which was not at the same level in terms of research value.

Unfortunately, Ron\'s body and magic level are too useless. Even after his optimization as a wizard, he is still too poor to support too long-term research.

When it was late at night, he finally let go of his control over his body and let the fragile boy have a good rest all night, so as not to accidentally overdraft and die suddenly.

"Master, how are you? Have you got the information you want?" the supreme authority asked curiously.

"No, No. although the structure of this magic is not complex, the core part involves the rules of death, which can not be figured out in a day or two. Fortunately, we still have at least five or six years, so don\'t worry too much. By the way, where\'s my lovely pet?"

After saying that, Zhang Cheng raised his head and toured around, looking for the mink who had been promoted to the spirit of nature.

"Goo Goo! Goo Goo!"

With a deep cry, the little guy quickly got out of the corner and stared at his master with a frightened face.

According to its current intelligence level, it can clearly realize how powerful and terrible the young people who buy themselves are, so they dare not go against each other\'s will.

"Well, the shape seems very stable without signs of collapse or degradation. Maybe we can carry out the next stage of the experiment, don\'t you think?" Zhang Cheng asked the supreme authority while fiddling with the mink whose forehead has grown to nearly 20 cm.

The latter answered without hesitation: "I think so too! Through analysis, I found that the power of creation is not so much a power of creation as a power of birth and change. It does not have the basis for making matter out of thin air, but through the injection of changing factors, it makes matter and life rapidly evolve in an unpredictable direction."

"So? Don\'t tell me that the woman who claimed to be the creator created countless powerful primitive gods and creatures through a series of uncontrollable factors." Zhang Cheng\'s tone revealed strong dissatisfaction.

He hated the feeling that he was out of his control, and he hated that so far he had not found out what the root of creativity was.

"Sorry, dear master, there is only so much we can confirm at present, and the rest needs a lot of practical operation to verify. In addition, I suggest you\'d better finish plan x quickly and let the damn artificial intelligence process these complex data and information. It is much more efficient than me."

"Don\'t worry, plan x is already in preparation. As long as you solve the mystery of creating the soul out of thin air, I will give it real life, just like you..."