Chapter 5, Photographic Memory

"The lottery begins." The pointer spins rapidly. "Stop!" The pointer comes to rest on the smallest purple area.

A giant rotating wheel appeared in his mind, featuring seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. The areas corresponding to these seven colors decreased in size sequentially, and a bronze pointer was aligned with the central position at the top of the wheel.

Having only glanced at it once, Allen was about to return the storybook to Emily, but before his little sister could take it, he suddenly realized it was a test and handed the book to his older sister Daisy instead, then began to recite: "Once upon a time, there were three brothers traveling along a secluded winding path. As dusk approached, they walked until they reached the bank of a river, which was too deep to wade across and too dangerous to swim. However, the three brothers were skilled in magic, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared over the treacherous waters. As dusk approached, they walked until they reached the bank of a river, which was too deep to wade across and too dangerous to swim. However, the three brothers were skilled in magic, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared over the treacherous waters. When they reached the middle of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their path ... "

Meanwhile, Owen and his second son, Lunen, have surrounded the flying broom "Neptune," enthusiastically discussing the maintenance methods for the flying broom

Wow, this is truly incredible. Emily ran back to her room excitedly and then came running out again.

"Alright, Mom, I'll get a bottle for Emily too," Allen jumped off the chair, somewhat amused as he recalled this mother before him, who would never have allowed him and Emily, the two youngest children, to drink beverages before meals.

Perhaps we have given you too little attention, not realizing that my son is far more outstanding than we know! Father Owen grasped Allen's hand, his expression somewhat remorseful

Which pure-blood wizard can resist the allure of a top-tier flying broom? Even Allen, who has merged with memories, is fervently passionate about this sport, especially after personally experiencing the comfort of the excellent cushioning charm cast on this broom.

"The Collected Stories of the Poet and the Bean." Allen, having heard of this storybook, opened the cover with great interest

It is the somewhat unreliable voice of the system that makes one feel a bit disoriented: "Congratulations, host, you have completed the novice trial task and successfully received the grand prize. The system rewards you with one lottery draw and a copy of 'Application Strategies for Spells'"

The current state of the host can only endure a basic photographic memory, which allows you to remember any text you have seen

Of course. Allen wondered if there was something wrong with these systems; what kind of person would pass up the opportunity to draw prizes? It is important to understand that even after obtaining these prizes, many of the equipment and items would require time to master, not to mention the knowledge and skills that might demand a significant amount of effort to learn and master

Luck! After a moment of joy, Allen was actually somewhat surprised. The smallest area in purple must represent the most generous reward. At least from the perspective of this body, it is indeed true that he is a European.

"Allen, how did you do it?" Morgan le Fay gently stroked her young son's hair and carefully tidied it up.

Allen's relatives were utterly astonished. From Daisy's excited and jubilant expressions and actions, it is evident that although this article in the collection of stories is not lengthy, Allen must have memorized it word for word.

Regarding the story "The Legend of the Three Brothers". Emily turned to a story that she did not quite understand yet, as she had already had Allen read her stories like "The Fountain of Good Luck" many times.

Oh, of course. Oh, dear, you have been talking for so long!" Morgan le Fay waved her wand, and the kettle automatically flew to the sink, where clear spring water flowed into it from the pipe. The kettle then flew back to the stove, and a roaring flame automatically ignited beneath it. Even in the midst of excitement, she could skillfully cast silent spells with her wand—especially when it came to these household magics

Father, I actually quite enjoy reading, because my memory is exceptionally good. I can remember the written words completely after reading them a few times. Although you may not have noticed, I occasionally sneak a look at my older brother's and sister's textbooks. Allen articulated the explanation he had been contemplating for a long time, following his father's mistaken recollection.

It is quite late, and you must be hungry. Daisy, come over and help. I think we should prepare something sumptuous, like a beef kidney pie and a sheep's tripe pudding... Morgan le Fay briskly walked towards the kitchen, pulling Daisy away, who was engrossed in the storybook she held in her hands after listening to Allen recite.

"Allen, when did you become so impressive? After school, you must surpass Lunen and show him what you're made of." Older sister Daisy had often been mocked by Lunen for her grades. Although she came from Ravenclaw and her grades were decent, there was evidently a certain gap between her and the top student Lunen. She had focused more of her energy on her own interests.

"Constant ability to remember everything at a glance!" Allen asked the system in surprise, "Does that mean I will remember everything I have seen?"

"Alright, Ron," Allen responded somewhat perfunctorily to this overly enthusiastic new friend

The third brother lived to a very old age before finally shedding his invisible cloak, handing it over to his son. He then welcomed death as if meeting an old friend, departing from the world joyfully and on equal terms with him.

A purple treasure chest popped out. "Open." A line of golden text slowly appeared above.

After gathering with Ron and Daisy, Owen formally bid farewell to his family and the Weasley family.

The little sister Emily, who was charmed by a bottle of pumpkin juice, continued to surround Allen with questions, believing that her brother was more magical than magic itself

On the way back, Allen, who appeared to be silent, felt even more excited than when he was heading to Diagon Alley. The sudden emergence of the academic excellence system made him feel as if he had acquired a new toy, one that he couldn't help but want to fiddle with for a long time. This academic excellence system would undoubtedly become his greatest support in his current growth.

Allen had been silent all along, as he had just arrived home and heard the notification sound of the academic elite system

This is a very practical ability for Allen, who is about to attend Hogwarts. Allen is well aware of how much time this can save him during his studies, allowing him to get a head start over other young wizards and significantly ahead of Neville Longbottom

Having eaten and drunk to satisfaction, lying on the bed, just before entering the dreamland, Allen could not help but think: "What a wonderful day. Moreover, the feeling of being closest to my sister is truly fantastic"

Allen successfully recited the story, and the memories fused with his true self made him arrogantly gaze at his excited mother, Morgan le Fay: "Mother, I am thirsty"

As long as it meets the basic standards of text, there is no problem

"I don't want to go to a Muggle school!" Emily quickly rejected her father's proposal, then turned to Owen and said in a spoiled tone, "Daddy, I want to stay at home with you."

Allen quickly skimmed through the story, feeling as if each word was being scanned into his mind

May I ask, host, is it time for the lottery now

Mother, Allen is usually very clever; he just doesn't express it like Lennon does. Usually, only Allen can answer all my questions, while Lennon cannot. I have long known that there is no question that can stump Allen! This is Emily, who unconditionally believes in her brother. However, being too young, she does not realize that others are just annoyed by her questions and are deliberately pretending not to be able to answer in order to avoid her continued pestering.

"Allen, I know you usually love reading, but I didn't expect you to have become so impressive without a word!" Mr. Owen was trying hard to recall his son's usual habits on the way, but it was clear that he had mistakenly imagined the few instances of Allen reading, inflating the number of times significantly.

"Allen, I have never seen you so impressive before. How do you know all that knowledge without ever attending school? Did you already know the answers in advance?" Lunen was very surprised; he had never thought that his younger brother would possess a talent for academics that surpassed his own.

Is it only for text? Does it include hieroglyphs?

What?! You have peeked at my textbook!" Daisy realized she had shouted only after she finished yelling, and she was somewhat worried that her cringeworthy doodles had been seen by her younger brother

Upon returning home, the couple, Owen and Morgan le Fay, did not first attend to placing the expensive flying broom, but rather turned their concerned gaze towards their young son

"Allen, you should try this book and show them what you can do." The petite Emily struggled to carry a book over, even though it was not actually thicker than the others.

"Allen, we must keep in touch often, but my owl Errol is getting a bit old, so please do not reply immediately; let him rest for a while." Ron felt reluctant to part with his newly made friend, as this new companion was truly very cool

"Praise Merlin, Allen, you truly make your mother proud." Morgan le Fay affectionately ruffled Allen's hair and then carefully combed it back, "This is too slow, Allen, you go get a few bottles of pumpkin juice to drink by yourself, just don't drink too much or you'll upset your stomach"

I also do not believe that Allen would know the answer in advance, after all, he has no way to go to Diagon Alley himself, and this question is not something that would be recorded in ordinary wizarding books. It resembles more of the content taught in Muggle Studies. Allen, is this something taught in Muggle schools?" After saying this, Owen held Allen's face with both hands and examined it carefully for a while, then patted his face, "Daisy and the others have no chance now; perhaps we should send Emily to learn as well?" Then he patted his face again, "Daisy and the others have no chance now; perhaps we should send Emily to learn as well?"

I never expected that the one with the most potential at home would actually be Allen, who usually has little presence.