Chinese students at Hogwarts

On weekends, Zhang Xiao wandered out early in the morning. With his popularity and popularity in school, there were even little girls in second and third grade who gave him secret looks.

What are you thinking about, sister! I'm only 11 years old, can I do this?

After rejecting a large number of student groups, such as the Gobstone Club and various Quidditch clubs, Zhang Xiao felt that there would be more and more such things in the future, so he had to take action.

Although the courses at Hogwarts are very easy for me, I still have the self-study courses at Longhu Mountain. As I gradually progress into the solitude, I see that it is not far away from all 8 characters.

It was time to find a quiet place without being disturbed by others. After thinking about this, Zhang Xiao first thought of the Room of Requirement, which is a must-visit check-in point in Hogwarts.

Arriving on the eighth floor of the castle, Zhang Xiao immediately discovered the huge tapestry.

It showed several trolls in ballet costumes, holding sticks to beat a wizard also in ballet costumes.

This is the troll beating silly Barnabas with a club.

Zhang Xiao admired the tapestry for a while, then stood in front of the bare wall opposite, closed his eyes and said silently in his heart:

"I need a quiet place to practice magic."

After repeating this three times, Zhang Xiao opened his eyes and saw a wide door in front of him.

There are complicated patterns on the door, revealing a sense of vicissitudes that have been washed away by time.

When you open the door and walk in, the first thing you see is a small empty square, covering an area of ​​about half a basketball court.

There are rows of human-sized dolls beside them, some wearing iron armor, some wearing leather armor, and some wearing nothing at all, exposing their bare wooden bodies.

There are stacks of thick cushions surrounding the small square. There are no windows in the entire room, but soft light fills every corner, making it extremely comfortable.

The ground is paved with square tiles, and you can vaguely see a lot of strange writing-like things flowing on it.

Is this the protective magic of the Room of Requirement? Because your idea is to practice magic spells? Zhang Xiao touched his chin and thought thoughtfully.

There are many conjectures about the past life of the Room of Requirement, which can generally be divided into several schools, but Zhang Xiao is not very interested in pursuing the secrets behind the Room of Requirement.

As long as it works, why bother asking about it?

He took out his wand and practiced the spells he had learned again. Zhang Xiao seemed a little reluctant when he found that his wand was casting protective magic.

But when I released the offensive spell, I was as excited as if I had turned on the vibration mode, and I almost shouted: "Punch this staff into the head of the dog on the opposite side! Today, I will use my staff to make a mess!" "

Like a certain Slytherin senior, he also chose armor protection and fainting. He also practiced other spells such as Obstacles and Expelliarmus.

Fiery spells pierced the air with dazzling light and hit the targets, sending those poor targets flying in all directions.

But soon those targets recovered themselves under the pull of a magical force and returned to their original places.

He also raised his wooden arm creakingly and made a provocative gesture.

Can this be tolerated?

Zhang Xiao raised his wand and spoke as fast as he was naming the dishes. He kept switching between several spells. In the process, he could clearly feel that he was becoming more and more familiar with the spells.

Sometimes you can't take shortcuts just by being smart. He understood this in his previous life. Talent determines your speed of improvement, but hard work is what ultimately determines your height.

"Collapse!"

After casting the spell on the target, the panting Zhang Xiao slowly sat on the mat.

The hand holding the wand kept shaking, and the sweat soaked his black hair, and strands stuck to his forehead.

The black Slytherin robe had been thrown away a long time ago, and the white shirt he was wearing had been soaked until it was transparent and stuck to his body.

He took out a watch, bit open the cap of the ballpoint pen with his mouth, and slowly filled in a number in the small box on it.

36! This is the number of spells that can be released continuously, and it is also his limit. From the day he got the wand, Zhang Xiao began to record the number of spells that he cast.

Sure enough, there is a problem. According to what I know, the little wizard's magic power increases year by year. Excluding the special phenomenon of magic power bursting, the overall curve should be rising smoothly.

The Taoist sect is similar. Although there are ways to refine Qi, the speed is extremely slow, otherwise there wouldn't be so many crooked ways.

But the numbers in the table don't say that now. Although the overall trend is still rising, the jump is more obvious, and the curve is like a staircase.

Pick out the dates on which each sudden increase occurred, and the same thing must have happened on those days to cause the increase in magic.

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up. Could it be that he was meditating?

There is a big difference between Taoist meditation and meditation. Generally speaking, meditation is an extremely relaxing state and can even be used as a means of rest.

But the real way of meditating in Taoism is to look for the violent movement in extreme stillness, and use movement to explore the mysteries of Tao. Just like the yin and yang fish, extreme stillness is vivid, extreme movement generates stillness, and everything carries yin and embraces yang.

Therefore, it is extremely laborious to meditate and enter concentration. Zhang Xiao does not enter this true state of enlightenment every day, usually about twice a week.

The sample is too small now, and we will wait for more data before we can determine whether the sudden increase in the number of times I cast magic spells is related to meditating and entering trance.

If this is really the case, wouldn't the answer to this version be a combination of Chinese and Western styles, style... ah, Taoism and demons blossom?

Don't underestimate this little improvement, it's simply unimaginable, because most people have no way to improve other than staying up for a while.

Even if it increases by one thousandth each time, it will become a very scary number over time, because it counts as multiplication!

He took out a small jade bottle from the Qiankun bag, poured out a small pill to replenish physical strength, and threw it into his mouth. He slowly felt the pill turn into a sweet liquid at an extremely fast speed and enter his stomach.

Zhang Xiao suddenly thought of Professor Snape. If he saw this Eastern method of refining 'magic potion', he would probably be very interested, right?

It's a pity that he bit off more than he can chew, so he might as well forget about refining the medicine. As a father, he is destined not to lack these things.

After resting for a while, the crackle of the magic spell sounded again in the room, and he continued to squeeze his potential in order to climb higher mountains and see the scenery that others could not see.

Let yourself be distracted, concentrate on approaching that purity, and then surpass yourself!

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By the time Zhang Xiao walked out of the Room of Requirement, the sky was completely covered by night. He staggered back to the dormitory, took a difficult shower, and then collapsed on the bed.

Although both mentally and physically he reached his limit, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but smile.

It feels so good to not have to think about anything and just concentrate on one thing.

What a fulfilling day...