Chapter 322: Pinokangni Chapter (Eleven)

"Hey."

A clear, cold female voice suddenly came from the doorway.

The two turned toward the voice and saw Huang Quan blocking the doorway, the violet eyes scanning back and forth between Xing and Shajin, finally settling on the more imposing Shajin.

"What are you doing in my room?"

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Demon Slayer.

???

Feng Zhu Bu Si Chuan Shi Mi stared with a head full of question marks.

... so whose room is it, after all?

"Could it be that Mr. Shajin actually deceived Xing even in the room? Just to cooperate with Xing?" Hudie Ren pursed her lips and smiled, "Oh dear… such a posture and distance really invite bad impressions~ I hope Miss Huang Quan doesn't misunderstand."

"But… but..."

Gan Lu Si Mi Li almost fixed all her gaze and attention on Shajin, especially those eyes; she had never seen such beautiful and unique eyes, simply...

"Did you all not notice what's special about Mr. Shajin's eyes? They're practically glowing, huh?!" Her face suddenly flushed red, and her pink‑green braids swung with her excitement.

Fu Gang Yi Yong, appearing in the corridor at an unknown time, evaluated expressionlessly, "Indeed very special… especially dangerous, stronger than a demon's oppressive feeling."

"Ah la, Mr. Fu Gang Yi Yong actually gives an opinion too~" Hudie Ren covered her mouth with her sleeve and giggled, "But indeed, Mr. Shajin's gaze is like a poisonous snake eager to devour its prey in one bite. Oh, wait…" Hudie Ren suddenly thought of something, "Miss Huang Quan and Xing have met in a dream, so they're acquaintances; it wouldn't be that she saw Xing being pressed down by Shajin and came specifically to help her out, would it?"

"Makes sense, and it does fit the style of a Sea‑Patrolling Ranger." Xia Zhu nodded, "Although Shajin appears domineering, in the end it's just corporate management, no real power. Huang Quan, as a Sea‑Patrolling Ranger, her skills… everyone has already witnessed them."

When mentioning "witnessed," everyone simultaneously fell into silence; honestly, they hadn't actually seen how Huang Quan drew her sword.

That woman… she can't be stronger than Jing Liu, can she?

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"... your room?" Shajin seemed a bit taken aback.

Huang Quan said nothing, just silently stared at him.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became subtle.

"..."

After a long silence, Shajin finally spoke, praising Xing: "... Impressive, friend. You've only been in Pinokangni a short while and already learned how to recruit others."

"Don't misunderstand; I was just trying to warn you—this place is a mix of fish and dragons, full of ill‑intented folks. Keep your wits about you, for example… remember to close the door."

Having said that, Shajin left the room.

Now only Xing and Huang Quan remained in the room; after a long silent stare, Huang Quan asked curiously, "... why haven't you left yet?"

"... ah?"

Seeing Xing's reaction, Huang Quan was also puzzled, lowered her head and began to think, "... could it be that I went to the wrong room? This shouldn't happen; before speaking and disturbing you, I double‑checked the room number..."

"Could it be the wing area… no, the floor number is also wrong? Sorry, this hotel is huge, the corridors look alike, and a moment's inattention leads to getting lost..."

Saying that, Huang Quan intended to return to her own room, but before leaving she had one more question, which might seem rude or odd to Xing.

"... have we met somewhere before?"

"Perhaps in a dream..." Xing vaguely recalled the shape of that dream.

Huang Quan raised her head as if enlightened, "... right, it was a dream. On the way here I had a dream, and in that dream there seemed to be your figure… it felt like some thought flashed through my mind..."

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Harry Potter.

In the Transfiguration classroom, afternoon sunlight slanted through the tall windows, scattering onto the dancing dust and making it sparkle. Professor McGonagall tapped the blackboard with her wand, explaining the key points of turning a hedgehog into a pincushion, her sharp gaze sweeping the room.

Harry held his textbook upright, pretending to take diligent notes, while his eyes kept glancing at the ceiling—on the sky‑screen, Huang Quan and Xing met again, though she seemed to have no recollection.

"Hermione," Harry whispered, leaning to the side, "Her memory... does it remind you of anyone?"

"Who?" Hermione bit the tip of her quill, brow furrowed, "I haven't noticed anyone she resembles. Harry, do you mean... she's under something like a Forgetting Curse?"

"Do you still remember the Universal Locust Plague?" Harry said excitedly, unintentionally raising his voice, "That Self‑Destructor! That army leader! His memory lasts only three days, maybe it's related to Huang Quan—"

"Mr. Potter!"

Professor McGonagall's voice thundered like a bolt of lightning. Harry sat up sharply, and the textbook slapped onto the desk. The whole class turned, and Ron kicked him from under the desk.

"It seems you've mastered the Hedgehog Transfiguration to perfection," Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, the eyes behind the lenses flashing with a dangerous light, "Why don't you come up and demonstrate for us?"

Harry's face flushed red as he sluggishly walked toward the podium. As he rose, Hermione whispered urgently beside him, "The focus is on the hedgehog's back! Harry! Don't rush it!"

Professor McGonagall handed him a trembling hedgehog, "Begin, Mr. Potter."

Harry raised his wand, inhaled deeply, "Um... Transfiguration Spell?"

A blue flash flickered, and the hedgehog indeed turned into a pincushion—only a pincushion bristling with spikes, looking even more dangerous than before.

Someone in the audience couldn't help but let out a "pfft" laugh, and Professor McGonagall glared at them sternly.

"It seems some students' thoughts have drifted to the sky‑screen," she said coldly, "Tonight, detention, Mr. Potter, practice until you can produce a proper pincushion."

Harry slumped back to his seat, and Ron patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Harry, I just thought about it, and I think you're right," Hermione hurried over, lowering her voice, and handed Harry a parchment with her pre‑written conclusion, "Perhaps Miss Huang Quan really is linked to the Self‑Destructor, but the question is, can the Self‑Destructor..."

Harry was about to answer when Professor McGonagall's voice rang again, "Miss Ge Lan Jie! Do you also want to come up and demonstrate?"

Hermione's face suddenly flushed red, and she immediately covered her mouth.