Extremely rarely, Erina walked at the very front of everyone.

The full-ship navigation system loaded onto the Hyperion allowed her to experience a hint of the joy of being "omniscient and omnipotent."

Hermione, Hannah, and Luna followed closely behind Erina. They looked at the bouncing ahoge on the white fluff ball's head in front of them, exchanged a comical glance, and tried hard not to laugh – as best friends, they certainly knew the reason for Erina's good mood.

"Alright, this is your bedroom and resting place for the next two days."

Erina manipulated the light screen for a few seconds, finally stopping at the end of the ship's corridor.

"The Hyperion's captain's quarters. Your three ID cards are programmed to direct you here as the 'bedroom' destination. If you get lost within the Hyperion, swiping your ID card at any teleportation point will bring you directly back here... More importantly, this is the true throne for controlling everything on the Hyperion, or you can understand it as the highest authority of the 'Demon King's Castle'..."

Hermione and Luna didn't say anything, their eyes fixed on the area behind Erina.

Directly in front of the open captain's lounge was a realistic, lifelike, and slightly trembling Hyperion relief.

It didn't look as futuristic as a light screen projection, but it exuded the kind of mystery unique to magic:

Luna felt like it was a magical relief that was breathing and dozing.

Within the relief, light silver chains outlined patterns, and on the patterns were clusters of light auras resembling many fireflies.

The "fireflies" were not all the same color, some were green, some were pearly white, and some were scattered gold. However, most of them clustered together, and occasionally a few scattered auras of light quickly moved along the silver chains.

But after carefully observing for a minute or two, Luna and Hermione realized that these "fireflies" were actually words.

The light auras of different colors gradually turned into comprehensible words, and among these words, the easiest to recognize were naturally the few clusters of scattered golden words, or rather, their names: Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Hannah Abbott...

"Huh? This looks... like a moving map?"

Hannah looked curiously at the relief in front, stepped forward, and excitedly pointed to the scattered golden light spots.

"Look, our names are in there too!"

"In short, everyone come in first, and then..."

Erina hadn't finished speaking when she suddenly realized something and turned to look at a certain ever-active airhead.

"Hannah, don't touch that thing, that's—"

However, she was obviously a little late.

Almost as soon as Erina's voice fell, Hannah tentatively reached out and poked "Hermione Granger."

At the same time, Luna rushed in, narrowly grabbing Hannah's finger that was about to point at her name—although she didn't know what would happen, a voice told the "reserve priestess" that it was best not to let the iron-headed girl poke her name randomly.

"What are you doing—"

Hermione looked at Luna, who had rushed out as if she had seen a Golden Snitch, in confusion.

The next moment, Hermione, who was originally standing by the door, suddenly felt as if she had been pushed by some invisible force.

Hermione staggered violently, losing her balance and falling forward.

The expected pain and collision did not come. Hermione felt as if she had fallen into an extremely viscous swamp...

No! This was countless times stranger than falling into a swamp!

Something cold and moist silently enveloped her body.

It was as if her clothes had disappeared.

A strange, viscous, and wet sensation instantly spread to every inch of her skin.

A cold, moist aura drilled into every part of her body, and then drilled out again.

"Don't... please... no..."

Hermione struggled in her heart, wanting to break free in bewilderment and fear.

But it was all in vain.

Her body seemed to be out of control, unable to even twitch a little finger.

A few minutes, a dozen minutes...

Or maybe only a few seconds, a few tenths of a second had passed...

Hermione Granger suddenly opened her eyes and found herself in an empty, dark space.

There was no light, no sound, and no tactile feedback—

She was floating in the center of some boundless dead zone.

"This is..."

Hermione instinctively curled up, trying to resist the strange, cold wetness that kept drilling into her body.

Amber!

Hyperion's Amber!

The word flashed quickly through Hermione's mind.

Regarding that safety mechanism, she didn't have much experience with it based on the verbal description just now, but this didn't prevent Hermione from realizing what kind of unlucky situation she might be in at the first moment—she was trapped in amber!

As for the reason, it was probably Hannah's operation just now.

However...

This also meant...

Sure enough, the darkness in front of Hermione's eyes instantly shattered.

The disappeared gravity returned to her, and Hermione continued to fall forward with the previous staggering inertia.

Fortunately, Erina reached out in time to support Hermione, so she didn't fall to the ground in a mess. The coldness that originally surrounded her body quickly dissipated, and a strange chill spread throughout Hermione's body like an electric current.

"Are you okay?"

Hannah asked with concern, scratching her nose embarrassedly, "I accidentally locked you in..."

"Amber."

Hermione took a breath and said calmly.

"That just now... that was Hyperion's Amber, right? Erina."

"Yeah. That's right."

Erina nodded.

While speaking, she waved her hand and silently closed the hatch behind Luna.

"Then what is this? Why—"

Hermione frowned, looking past Erina at the strange relief.

"Is this the true name magic the professors mentioned? So 'Amber' is still a kind of curse magic."

In last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they learned some knowledge about curses, witchcraft, and the like.

In the mouths of Professor Apocalis and Professor Quirrell, casting spells based on true names was one of the most difficult to defend against and also one of the most profound magic.

Because of this, giving oneself a magical name when formally entering the magical world is an ancient tradition still maintained by some highly skilled wizards from the Middle Ages to the present, such as "Voldemort" which was the magical name Tom Riddle took for himself.

"Well, a more accurate way to say it is composite magic—"

Erina shrugged and casually unbuttoned Hermione's and her own robes and hung them aside.

"As for this, well, Cvnm Live Comprehensive Total Control Sandbox—the official name is even more complicated."

"In principle, it is roughly based on dozens of magic such as true name display, reverse mapping, space folding... to establish a 'sandbox' that can monitor and manage all members of the Hyperion in real time."

"So, try not to mess with the names on the 'sandbox'... The captain's quarters have the highest management authority and can unconditionally put everyone on the Hyperion in a small dark room—that is, Amber."

"However, the scope of effect is limited to outside the captain's quarters and all spaces within a 40-meter radius from the Hyperion."

"And if the other party hides their true name, it is also invalid."

"Of course, there are many other restrictions. You can check the information yourself later..."

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A little shorter...QAQ