Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

Jack was so embarrassed that he almost dug out a castle with his toes.

What kind of cerebral palsy drama is this?

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but ask: "Ideal City, what is she doing?"

Ideal City did not speak, but generated a line of words on the light screen.

The script of "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me" is currently in development.

Okay, now there is no need for AI to explain in detail, Jack also knows what this means.

Hermione is performing spoiled wife literature in the matrix.

However, there is a very serious question...

"Who's Jack in there?"

Jack is now concerned about this issue.

"He is a copy placed in the database by the master." AI answered straightforwardly.

Before Jack became a god, he left a digital copy of his life in the digital world, as well as a large amount of blood for easy cloning.

What I thought before was that if I died in the upper world, I could use these backup methods to resurrect again.

As for the resurrected 'self' with its own memories and genes, there is no need to worry too much about whether it is the real self.

Because that is obscure philosophical territory.

What Jack didn't expect was that Hermione would take the copied data and use it.

what is this?

I green myself?

Jack waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, I won't read anymore."

He said that, but he was unhappy.

To be honest, he didn't know why he was upset, he was just upset anyway.

Following Jack's command, the light curtain was turned off.

There was no picture, no sound, and the Queen's Palace once again seemed extremely silent.

For a moment, there was no extra sound except Jack's breathing.

Jack looked blankly at Hermione in the crystal.

At this moment, a trace of regret emerged in his heart.

In order to ascend to the dimension and become a god, he seemed to have given up too many things.

Even if he comes back again, things will have changed and things will have changed.

Can we go back to the way we were before?

It seems that it can't be done anymore.

He seems a little out of tune with this world.

To be honest, even if he woke Hermione up now, he wouldn't know how to face her.

Are you going to tell her your heartfelt feelings and then have a heart-to-heart fight with her for three hundred rounds?

Or talk about some old topics?

Like Hogwarts?Like Gryffindor?

Wake up, Hermione has lived too long and has no feeling for those things anymore.

The same problem is similar when applied to Navi and others.

Jack is already a very, very distant symbol in their hearts.

It has no meaning other than symbolizing the power of the empire.

"Inexplicably, I ended up living alone?" Jack couldn't believe this.

In fact, from his perspective, he is not over 16 years old this year.

He officially ascended the throne as emperor around the age of 14, and then spent some time to become a god.

To be more precise, he is only 15 years old.

Very young.

However, he ended up living alone.

"I'm really angry." Jack thought for a moment and snapped his fingers, "Ideal City."

"I'm here."

"Implementing new scripts on my memory clones."

"Okay, which script should I use?"

"Let me think about it..." Jack looked at it and quickly found a script that looked great.

"Although I became a girl when I traveled to another world, I lived a happy life of partying with my wives every day."

"Very well, that's all."

Jack smiled with satisfaction.

Although it is a copy of his own memory, it can't be too shabby, right?

At least she has a harem.

It’s just that the big brother is gone.

"Okay, the script is about to start." AI's voice sounded slowly, "Extract the memory copy from "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me" to generate a new script, a new world..."

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This person's hair color is so weird. Why is it green?

When this thought occupied his mind, Jack was slightly in a trance.

His thoughts became more and more divergent.

It’s just green, and there’s still a dull hair…

Wait, I'm not dazzled, right? That stupid hair can still move?

despair!

Along with a slight pain, a small object fell on the leg.

Look down.

It turned out to be a small piece of chalk.

"Jack!"

An angry voice sounded from the front.

Jack looked up.

The woman with long pink hair looked over with sharp eyes.

"You are absent from class! What are you thinking about every day!"

"I……"

Jack didn't know what to say.

I have indeed deserted.

He was actually thinking about that green hair.

"I guess you won't be able to answer this question, right?"

The pink-haired woman looked like she hated iron.

"Forget it, copy my name three hundred times and hand it in tomorrow."

He handed down the punishment lightly, then turned his head and scanned it again.

"Don't imitate her.

Okay, let's continue with class.

I just mentioned that a system of linear equations of one variable..."

Jack was stunned by the pink-haired woman's smooth combination of punches.

What’s even more confusing is that I know how to solve linear equations of one variable!

So, copying the name three hundred times can be saved, right?

and many more……

There seems to be something wrong with this?

Jack's brain started to work, and his eyes kept wandering, looking around.

Here.

A classroom, obviously.

The classroom looks weird.

Take that wall for example.

A lot of the wall coverings have fallen off and it looks very old.

You can take a closer look.

These walls don't look like they are falling off naturally.

Instead, it's a bit like after being violently beaten, it couldn't withstand the impact and had to fall off, exposing the brick underneath.

Those turns are also incomplete.

Potholes.

It seemed like he had been hit by something.

The reason why it is described as 'thing'.

It's because the traces on the wall are numerous and complex.

It looked like it had been scratched by some kind of wild animal, leaving several parallel scratches.

There were also signs of being burned by fire, causing the bricks to turn black.

It must be described.

It's like an old house in a war zone that has been damaged by the war but is still strong and still usable.

There are many students in the classroom at this time.

A rough calculation.

There should be 64 students.

Most of these students are very non-mainstream.

They either have green hair, pink hair, red hair, blue hair, purple hair, yellow hair...

Is this a non-mainstream concentration camp?

Jack scratched his head a little.

It can't be the Rainbow Team reserves, right?

No, that's not the case.

He patted his head subconsciously.

The green and pink hair and the old classroom are not the point.

The point is...

I have to copy my name 300 times today.

That's the point... right?

Jack pondered.

But the more I thought about it, the more my head hurt.

Not anymore.

Unbearable……

Brain, brain is about to grow...

Isn't it a good thing to have a brain?

No, I've always had a brain, right?

What the hell is a brain growing?

It's coming, it's coming!

Oh my God!Brain, brain!It's going to grow!

The pain mixed with all kinds of strange thoughts turned the brain into a boiling hot pot.

Jack had to hold his head.