It was extremely rare that Elena was at the forefront of everyone.
The ship-wide navigation system loaded on the Hyperion allows her to experience a hint of the joy of "omniscience and omnipotence".
Hermione, Hannah, and Luna followed Elena closely. They looked at the dull hair on the head of the white-haired ball in front of them, secretly exchanged funny looks, and tried hard not to laugh.
Speak up - as best friends, of course they know the reason for Elena's good mood.
"Okay, this is your bedroom and resting place for the next two days."
Elena manipulated the light screen for a few seconds, and finally stopped at the end of the passage inside the ship.
"The captain's room of the Hyperion. The three of you will write your identity cards into the 'bedroom' and end here. If you get lost in the Hyperion, enter your identity cards at any teleportation point and you can go directly
Back here... The more important point is that this is the real throne that controls all places on the Hyperion, or it can be understood as the highest authority of the 'Demon King's City'..."
Hermione and Luna said nothing, they stared at the place behind Elena.
Right in front of the captain's lounge after opening the door is a lifelike, lifelike, slightly trembling relief sculpture of the Hyperion.
It does not look full of science fiction like light screen projection, but it exudes the mystery unique to magic:
Luna felt like it was a breathing, dozing magical relief.
There are light silver chains outlining the lines in the relief, and there are haloes on the lines that look like many fireflies.
The "fireflies" are not all of the same color. Some of them are green, some are white, and there are a few bits of gold. However, most of them are tightly gathered together, and occasionally a few scattered haloes of light fly quickly on the silver chain.
Moving.
But after looking carefully for a minute or two, Luna and Hermione realized that these "fireflies" were actually words.
The halos of different colors gradually turned into understandable words, and among these words, the most easily identifiable ones were naturally the few broken golden words gathered together, or their names: Hermione Granger
, Luna Lovegood, Hannah Abbott...
"Huh? This looks like... a moving map?"
Hannah looked curiously at the relief in front of her, stepped forward, and excitedly pointed at the few golden light spots.
"Look, there are our names in it!"
"In short, everyone comes in first, and then..."
Before Elena could finish speaking, she suddenly realized something and turned her head to look at a certain fool who was very powerful.
"Hannah, don't touch that thing, that's——"
However, she obviously spoke a little late.
Almost as soon as Elena finished speaking, Hannah tentatively reached out and poked "Hermione Granger".
At the same time, Luna rushed in, and narrowly grabbed Hannah's finger that was about to point her name. Although she didn't know what would happen, a certain voice told Miss "Reserve Priestess" that it was best not to
Let Tiehanhan stamp his name randomly.
"What are you doing-"
Hermione looked at Luna with confusion as she rushed out as if she had seen the Golden Snitch.
The next moment, Hermione, who was standing by the door, felt as if she was pushed by some invisible force.
Hermione stumbled suddenly, lost her center of gravity and fell forward.
The expected pain and collision did not come, and Hermione felt as if she had fallen into an extremely sticky swamp...
No! This is infinitely weirder than falling into a swamp!
Something cold and moist enveloped her body silently.
The clothes seemed to have disappeared.
The weird, sticky, wet feeling spread to every inch of her skin instantly.
The cold, moist breath penetrated from every part of her body, and then came out again.
"Don't... please... no..."
Hermione struggled in her heart, hesitating and fearful, trying to break free.
Her body seemed to have lost control, and she couldn't even tremble her little finger.
A few minutes, a dozen minutes, or...actually only a few seconds, a few tenths of a second passed...
Hermione Granger suddenly opened her eyes and found herself in an empty and dark space.
There is no light, no sound, and no feedback of touch——
She was floating in the middle of a boundless dead zone.
"This is……"
Hermione curled up subconsciously, trying hard to resist the weird dampness and coldness that kept creeping into her body.
amber!
Amber of the Hyperion!
The word flashed through Hermione's mind.
She didn't have much experience with that safety mechanism just based on the words she just described, but this didn't affect Hermione's immediate realization of what kind of unlucky situation she might be in - she was trapped in amber!
As for the reason, it's probably due to Hannah's operation just now.
but……
This also means...
Sure enough, the next moment, the darkness in front of Hermione's eyes broke instantly.
The missing gravity returned to her body again, and Hermione continued to fall forward with the inertia of stumbling before.
Fortunately, Elena reached out her hand to support Hermione in time, so that she did not fall to the ground in embarrassment. The cold that originally lingered in her body quickly dissipated, and a strange shiver spread throughout Hermione's body like an electric current.
.
"Are you OK?"
Hannah asked with concern, scratching her nose in embarrassment, "I accidentally locked you in just now..."
"amber."
Hermione took a breath and said calmly.
"That one just now...is the Hyperion's amber, right? Elena."
"Yeah. That's right."
Elena nodded.
As she spoke, she waved her hand and silently closed the hatch behind Luna.
"Then what is this? Why-"
Hermione frowned and looked past Elena at the strange relief.
"This is the true name magic that the professors mentioned, right? So 'amber' is still a curse magic."
In last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they learned some knowledge about curses, witchcraft and the like.
According to Professor Apokalis and Professor Quirrell, casting spells on the true name is the most difficult to prevent and one of the most profound magics.
Because of this, giving yourself a magical name when you officially enter the magical world is an ancient tradition that some highly skilled wizards in the Middle Ages and even now still maintain. For example, "Voldemort" is Tom Riddle for himself.
The magical name given.
"Well, a more accurate term is composite magic——"
Elena shrugged, untied Hermione's and her own robes and hung them aside.
"In principle, it is roughly based on dozens of magics such as real name display, reverse plotting, space folding... etc., to set up a 'sand table' that can monitor and manage all members of the Hyperion ship in real time." So.
, try not to mess with the names on the 'sand table'... The captain's office has the highest management authority and can unconditionally let everyone on the Hyperion close the small black room-that is, Amber."
"However, the scope of effect is limited to the captain's room and all spaces within a forty-meter radius with the Hyperion as the origin. And if the other party hides his real name, it will also be invalid. Of course, there are many restrictions. You will