Harry Potter and Master of Magic

It seems that in order to fit the living habits of snakes, the Slytherin common room is located in the basement.

A wet stone wall hides a stone door, which will only be opened if the right password is spoken.

The passwords are not too difficult to remember, most of them are boastful words such as purebred, glory, and pride.

Prefect Gemma Farley delivered a lengthy speech at the door before chanting a password to open the stone door.

Many people have a misunderstanding of the Slytherin lounge, they think it is dark and damp, and it is no different from some dark basement.

But in fact, the Slytherin common room is located at the bottom of the Black Lake, and the scenery is not inferior to the lounges of the other three houses.

The ceiling of the lounge is carved from spherical crystal, through which you can see the bottom of the Black Lake.

If you are lucky, you may even see mermaids living in Black Lake.

Besides the ceiling, the various decorations in the lounge are also luxurious.

Black Gothic marble walls, patina chandeliers, ornately carved fireplaces...

All objects are full of art, and Slytherin's proud and critical personality is undoubtedly displayed here.

Zhang Hao is very satisfied here, at least in terms of living environment, Slytherin Academy did not disappoint him.

He found the dormitory assigned by the academy and prepared to sink into the mysterious illusion to practice the spell.

But to his surprise, Draco Malfoy was assigned the same dormitory as him.

"Oh! That sucks!" Malfoy frowned. "Damn it! How could I be parted with you?"

Zhang Hao glanced at Malfoy and said calmly, "I don't like being able to sleep in the lounge. It's very big and spacious."

"Why don't you go?" Malfoy said with disgust. "Only people like you deserve to sleep in the common room. You've never lived in such a luxurious residence, have you?"

Zhang Hao laughed dumbly, and the richest man was despised by others.

It seems that sometimes too low-key is not enough!

"What are you laughing at?" Malfoy said again. "Am I wrong? You bastard!"

Zhang Hao took out his wand from the suitcase and said indifferently, "If you want to fight for the ownership of the dormitory, take out your wand. Otherwise, please shut up!"

Malfoy's expression changed immediately. He timidly took two steps back and said with a gulping saliva, "This is against the school rules, and the academy has already been deducted 40 points for you. Trust me, even if you only cast a spell on me, the school will not will fire you."

Zhang Hao sneered: "Then you can guess, will my next spell be a life-threatening spell?"

In fact, he didn't know the death curse at all, it was just to scare Malfoy.

"Oh! You're a lunatic!" Malfoy's already pale face looked almost bloodless. He said in horror: "Don't be impulsive, can't I give you the dormitory?"

Zhang Hao slowly retracted his wand, and Malfoy was amnesty, rolled up his bed and rushed out of the dormitory.

There was only one person left in the dormitory, but Zhang Hao had no sense of accomplishment.

Since the beginning of school, he has not done any serious business at all, as if he has only done trivial things to bully children.

He shook his head and lay on the bed, his consciousness gradually sinking into a mysterious space.

No matter how far or near, there is a cloud of gray everywhere.

Some strange scenes rise and fall in the fog, some like collapsed high-rise buildings, some like islands floating in the air, and some like broken stars...

Mushroom clouds, tornadoes, lightning and thunder...

All kinds of strange sights come and go, but only light and shadow without sound.

In the dead silence, there was only Zhang Hao's faint breathing.

Every time he came to the illusion, he was inexplicably shocked. He tried to find the boundaries of the illusion, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.

finally,

He can only use this place as a testing ground.

"Hmm! Practice the smashing spell today! I hope you can master this spell before dawn. It should be easier to have a wand, right?"

When Zhang Hao thought about it, the magic wand appeared in his hand.

And not far in front of him, there is also a stone statue as a target.

"Redktor!"

The wand didn't respond, and Zhang Hao didn't care about it. He carefully recalled the details, and at the same time compared the standard spell release method in his mind, trying to find the flaws in the spell casting process.

"Uh! It seems that the pronunciation is wrong, and the final sound should be a little bit clearer!"

After a while, he began to make a second attempt.

"Redkto!"

"Huh? The pronunciation is fine, but it still doesn't work! Could it be that the rhythm of the swing is wrong? What kind of rhythm should the Smashing Charm be used?"

...

There are always various problems when practicing magic spells. If not, Zhang Hao, who has the blessing of illusion, would have become a magic spell master long ago.

From spell articulation to wand swing rhythm, to spell casting determination...

Almost all details need to be figured out by oneself, and in the process, mistakes in casting spells can even lead to serious consequences.

In fact, most spells are born out of this dangerous experiment.

As far as Zhang Hao knows, many people in the history of magic have sacrificed for this, and Luna Lovegood's mother in the original book is one of them.

Modern spells wouldn't be so streamlined without those pioneers.

What Zhang Hao is doing now is to reversely deduce the specific casting method of magic through known spells.

The process was no safer than creating new spells, and he died more than once because of spell explosions.

If it weren't for the illusion here, he wouldn't dare to risk his life like this.

The first time he encountered the spell explosion had frightened him enough, and that relived death in a fantasy world almost made him believe it.

One day in reality is one hundred days in fantasy.

It has been more than two months since Zhang Hao came into contact with the magic spell, which can be converted into a fantasy world for sixteen years.

In 16 years, he reversely deduced and mastered the seven magics, and they can cast spells without a stick and without a curse.

Compared to the speed at which predecessors created spells, this was not too slow.

"Derrick Thor!"

"boom!"

Another spellcasting failure, Zhang Hao was blown to pieces.

After a long time, his body reunited.

Compared with before, his face paled a lot.

Resurrection in this illusion is not without cost.

Time passed minute by minute, and I don't know how long it took, the illusion suddenly shattered into countless pieces like a mirror that fell to the ground.

Zhang Hao, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, and his pupils gradually focused.

"It's a pity that I still couldn't learn the Smashing Spell!"

In fact, Zhang Hao can occasionally successfully cast a smashing spell. But this kind of accidental success, in his view, is a failure.

Zhang Hao can be completely satisfied only if every spell casting is successful, and every time he exerts the maximum power of the magic spell.

After all, this is not a cast without a staff. If it can't be perfect, wouldn't the powerful golden finger be blinded in vain?

The wizarding world has so many bizarre spells that a shattering spell is so difficult, how much time does the more advanced Patronus and Apparition take?

"I hope Professor Flitwick's teaching progresses faster!" Zhang Hao put part of his hope in the curse class.