Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhang Xiao retreated from the Kongming Realm. At this moment, he felt as if he had participated in a triathlon. He was sweating profusely and very tired.

Almost falling to the ground, Li Qingshu hurriedly caught her son, poured a glass of water distressedly, and took out a pill to calm her nerves and restore her strength and stuffed it into her mouth.

He smiled reluctantly at his mother, and the pills turned into sweet liquid very quickly and flowed into his throat.

This Kong Ming Realm is really powerful, but it consumes too much. If you cast another Golden Light Spell,

Zhang Xiao felt like his small body was being squeezed dry in minutes!

"Dad, have you seen this kind of thunder talisman?"

I've seen a ghost!

Zhang Chengdao succeeded immediately and even took out the communication talisman to contact his father on the spot.

As the three of them waited eagerly, the communication talisman finally lit up.

Zhang Chengdao hurriedly clicked on the communication talisman and directly replied. A clear and old voice sounded:

"I know, what the hell! Is there anything abnormal? It's God's will."

Zhang Chengdao:

Zhang Xiao:.

Li Qingshu:

"What did my father think? It's not normal no matter how you look at it!" Zhang Chengdao patted his thigh sadly.

"How did my dad get away with this! How come he doesn't know this?!" Zhang Xiao patted the ship's board sadly.

Li Qingshu looked at the father and son with a subtle expression, and suddenly felt that the Zhang family's style was passed down from generation to generation.

The scene became deserted for a while.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaocai said softly:

"So, this is unexplainable, right?"

Zhang Chengdao looked uncomfortable. He nodded with rare confusion:

"I've never seen it anyway, and my education tells me it's impossible, but facts speak louder than words."

Zhang Xiao said calmly:

"Dad, the Taoist sect is divided into three branches: Talisman, Dharma, and Curse. Now you only teach me Talisman, and Dharma only teaches me the Golden Light Curse. Is this also decided by my grandfather?"

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a while and nodded slowly:

"To be precise, things related to fasting rituals cannot be taught."

"I know." Zhang Xiao didn't ask any more questions, because if he asked, it would be the same as before, and everything would wait until the ceremony was completed.

At this moment, he was extremely looking forward to his early death. He had too many questions that he wanted to answer.

The scene fell into the same silence as before.

Zhang Chengdao looked a little apologetic and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

It was Li Qingshu who smoothed things over, and her mood was also a little low:

“Actually, your father and I don’t know much more than you do.

But I can be sure of one thing, your grandfather will never harm you. It is your family's tradition to protect your shortcomings and prefer the old to the young."

"Your mother is right, your grandfather said that you have to find the answer by yourself, based on my guess.

I'm afraid there's only one reason for not telling you. Knowing everything too early might be harmful to you. "

It can only be said that Zhang Chengdao's character is indeed terrifyingly strong. He has recovered in this short period of time. He hesitated for a while and added:

"Some things are passed down from generation to generation by heavenly masters. They cannot be described and can only be stored in the mind."

Zhang Xiao pondered for a while, and then reluctantly agreed to this reason. Dumbledore of the West was an old Thousand-Fruit Man and the Riddler, and my grandfather was almost the same!

Just like the end of the universe is landing, is the destination of the strong the old Riddler?

Zhang Xiao simply lay on the boat with his hands behind his head, looking up at the stars in the sky.

Stop worrying about things that you don’t have answers for now.

Seeing his son like this, Zhang Chengdao simply lay down. The board of the boat was not big, so it was a bit crowded for two people lying side by side.

Li Qingshu became more playful and imitated them, lying down in the cabin and putting her head on the father and son.

The night was like water, and the clear moonlight filled the sky. The boat swayed in the sky. It was so quiet for a while, and Zhang Chengdao suddenly asked:

"Son, can you still do what you did just now?"

Zhang Xiao felt his own state for a while and shook his head gently:

"No, the Kong Ming Realm has just been added to me, and many factors have been suppressed together and released together.

Now it is difficult for me to draw the talisman in the void. Although I have been practicing the thunder talisman for more than half a year, the accumulation is still not enough.

I can only say that it happens by chance, but if you give me time, I will definitely be able to do it in the future.

Just like I can only play the silent lighting spell now, I haven't practiced enough. "

"That's scary enough. You're only 12 years old! It's no longer common to draw talismans in the air among Taoists, let alone point your wand.

The void becomes a talisman! The power is surprisingly great. "

Zhang Chengdao touched his son with his elbow and asked curiously:

"What's up with your silent spell? How can it be illuminated in Chinese?"

"How should I say it?" Zhang Xiao relaxed his mind and said leisurely:

"Actually, this is a fixed mindset. Once you turn a corner, everything will be easy to explain. It's a silent curse. Of course you can shout whatever you want."

After Zhang Chengdao licked it for a while, he had to admit that what his son said made sense.

But he always felt that this kid still had reservations, and I'm afraid it wasn't just what he said.

Hey! This little brat has learned so badly that he actually learned to say one point and leave nine points!

good! Like the Zhang family!

Li Qingshu hit her father and son with her head and said dissatisfied:

"Okay, don't discuss these things here, enjoy the quiet and empty your head!"

When the mother spoke, the father and son immediately became quiet.

Zhang Chengdao quietly slowed down the speed of the boat, resting on the splendid galaxy, enjoying the indescribable tranquility and etherealness.

Linlangtian Villa, Zhang Xiao is sitting in his spacious study room

"Sister Bird, if I go crazy later, remember to wake me up!"

Zhang Xiao touched Qingluan's head and said seriously.

Sister Bird tilted her little head, nuzzled him, nodded and agreed. She jumped on Zhang Xiao's shoulder, looking at him curiously with her bright golden pupils, as if wondering what Zhang Xiao was going to do.

After waiting for so long, he finally waited until Sister Bird came home after having enough fun. He could recruit Sister Bird back, but it was unnecessary and it was not a very urgent matter.

And Qingluan is not a pet, but a family member.

He has been holding back these questions for the past few days and has not dared to think deeply.

If I hadn't experienced the feeling of being obsessed, I would have started to sort out my thoughts without hesitation.

After telling Sister Bird, Zhang Xiao sat in his large armchair, closed his eyes and meditated.

I did still have reservations about the silent lighting spell. In fact, I only had one thought in my mind at that time, which was to light up the wand.

There is no such thing as silently reciting mantras in my heart or mental mantras.

Whether it means "bright" or "let there be light", in terms of meaning, what shines in my heart is to light up.

So, the spell is not necessary to cast the spell?

Some questions have been solved, but more questions are like glaciers buried deep under the sea, so big and scary.

Zhang Xiao suddenly slapped his head, feeling a little annoyed.

I'm so stupid, the silent spell actually told the truth.

If magic spells rely on chanting spells to communicate energy, then silent spells are chanted silently in the heart?

Is a mantra that is not recited still considered a mantra?

Zhang Xiao arranged his questions in his mind, and inexplicably thought of the transformation technique.

Because transfiguration is the most intuitive manifestation of idealism, in fact, the incantation of transfiguration is also useless?

We visualize the outcome in our mind, and the mantra is more of a catharsis.

Little wizards need a way to vent the results of their visualization.

Hiss. Zhang Xiao took a breath of air, feeling excited about having a difficult problem solved.

If you look at it this way, the 'enumeration' fluid transformation technique of many young wizards can be easily explained.

I have a Taoist foundation of meditation and meditation, and my visualization skills are far better than those of the little wizard.

Those little wizards couldn't do this, but after countless attempts, they could finally complete the transformation.

Is it because they tried again and again, and finally became numb and instinctively replaced the object with something that was about to deform, and thus succeeded?

If magic spells don’t require chanting, then what’s going on with the entire magic system?

And I have personally seen that chanting the wrong mantra can lead to different consequences, if the mantra is useless.

What about magic potions and alchemy based on magic spells?

Hasn't anyone thought about it?

No, someone had thought about it, and they should have known what was going on, Professor Flitwick's well-intentioned advice that 'first year is a crucial time'.

Why is first grade the most important moment?

At this moment, Dumbledore's warning words seemed to ring in his ears again:

“Don’t try to master something you don’t understand yet.”

Zhang Xiao shivered violently, gasping for air, almost forcibly cutting off his thoughts.

It was only then that he realized that his hand had unconsciously touched the wand, and he was sweating profusely, as if he was being washed with water.

Sister Bird has already prepared her posture and is about to peck her forehead.

Zhang Xiao showed a tired smile and said feebly:

"Sister Bird, thank you. Fortunately, I woke up in time, otherwise it would have been so much fun!"

Qingluan took out a small fruit from under his wings and put it in his hand, looking at the not-yet-old child with some worry.

Putting the small fruit into his mouth and feeling its sweetness, Zhang Xiao sighed.

We can't go on any longer. The question of the nature of magic is too big.

Far beyond his current reach.

In this idealistic world, sometimes thinking is really scary.

If his guess is correct, the wizard's knowledge may have an impact on the real world, so he cannot be cautious.

It is enough to know that magic is not triggered by spells, and Zhang Xiao also roughly understands the reason why the family witches do not have doubts about this.

That's the limitation of thinking.

Just like countless people in previous lives knew that Apple should land, but how many people had doubts about it?

The same goes for wizards in the wizarding world.

Don’t overthink them, but what is the total population of wizards?

How many geniuses are there like Dumbledore and Voldemort?

Not to mention Muggle-born wizards. At the age of 11, they don’t even have a stable outlook on things. It’s even more unrealistic for them to ask questions.

That is to say, the separation between the wizarding world and the Muggles is too severe. Otherwise, the Muggles would have opened tens of thousands of topics on magic, right?

Maybe there will be another Nobel Prize for Magic or a Magical Progress Award?

Zhang Xiao was amused by his own thoughts. He buried his questions deeply. One day, these questions would be answered, but not now.

A thought quietly emerged from the depths of my heart. From my own guess, the upper limit of a wizard should be frighteningly high.

If the strength is strong enough, Zhang Xiao trembled violently.

There must be light. I’m afraid it’s not an empty talk, right?

What is the thing that limits the strength of a wizard?

It has lasted for a long time, the inheritance has never been cut off, and how strong is the Taoist sect with a complete system?

You can’t think about it, you can’t think about it, and if you continue to think about it, you will be gone.

Zhang Xiao shook his head to get rid of these chaotic thoughts and began to think about some easy and simple questions.

Consider, for example, what happened in second grade.

The Dark Lord's diary is the top priority. If you don't pick up Xiaotang's wool, you would be embarrassed to say that you have been to the world of HP.

This needs to be stopped at the source. There are too many variables when it comes to school, so the best way is to just buy Ginny a brand new set of books.

When she and Lucius met, eh, it just changed.

Get the diary!

stable! Zhang Xiao silently gave himself a thumbs up.

Where did you get the diary? If we communicate, will we be seduced by Voldemort? 16-year-old Xiaotang is a professional at seducing people.

But I have Sister Bird, so the worst I can do is let Sister Bird watch from the sidelines.

After I got the diary, the subsequent events in the Chamber of Secrets should be gone. The only drawback is that Dumbledore was not sure whether Voldemort made Horcruxes.

Hmm. It doesn't matter, Voldemort's soul is in hand, and Taoism is the ancestor of playing with souls. Is there still no way to deal with him?

I heard that the Seven Arrows Book of Nailheads is also hidden in Longhu Mountain. I will worship him directly when the time comes!

Then he lied about giving Xiaotang a birthday, found out his birth date, and beat him up!

A small hammer in three days, a hammer in five days!

Just use the soles of Gore's shoes. His feet are the smelliest!

Zhang Xiao burst out laughing and almost fell down on the table with laughter. Sister Bird looked at him inexplicably, not knowing what was wrong with this child.

Then he thought of Harry inexplicably. If things really went according to plan, Harry wouldn't have to bear that heavy fate and could live his life happily.

After being plotted by Dumbledore, Voldemort ended up risking his own life in the end.

This is the consequence of mismatched professionalism!

He had already settled matters concerning Sirius, and he and Harry would definitely be reunited happily, and Dumbledore was also very rough in doing this.

You said that you are so powerful that you can't rehabilitate Sirius. Doesn't this mean your reputation as the White Devil is in vain?

It's settled that they will be reunited! I said!

If I can't do this little thing well, won't my father's work as the underground minister of magic be in vain?

How can I have the dignity to call myself Mr. Xiao Ge or Mr. Xiao Minister?

It seems that with Voldemort gone, the wizarding world will be at peace!

You can live your life with peace of mind, cultivate party members, and gather wings

Maybe I can inherit Longhu Mountain or something, and then I will have the final say in the East and the West?

Hiss. Am I so powerful?

Zhang Xiao ended his reverie with satisfaction. Proper dreaming is helpful for physical and mental health.

In the blink of an eye, most of the summer vacation has passed.

Because there were no distractions from Dharma and mantras, my efforts to focus solely on the Thunder Talisman finally bore fruit at the end of the summer vacation.

In the daily feeding moves, Zhang Xiao successfully used the volley symbol to frighten his father, and took the opportunity to give him a knife.

Hmm. Even though it was hit by the golden light of body protection, it was bounced far away.

But this was the first time he really hit Zhang Chengdao.

Zhang Chengdao, who had been laughed at by Li Qingshu for a long time, could only say with a grimace, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each generation becomes stronger than the last." ’

But it wasn't long before he started to smile and chatter.

Holding the messenger talisman and not letting go, he sent messengers to his hometown one by one.

"Hello? Second Senior Brother, how is your boy? Is he going to be buried soon?

Alas, this one in my family is not up to par. He is only 12 years old, and he can barely draw talisman in the 'competition'.

Still not working. Hahahahahahahahahaha!

Second Senior Brother, why don’t you speak? What? You want to challenge me when you come back?

One-on-one, one-on-one, who is afraid of whom? "

"Fifth Senior Sister, have you heard that your child specializes in talismans? Has he drawn the talisman in the void?

Oh. I can barely draw, and the success rate is less than 50% without interference?

Xiaoxiao? Xiaoxiao can’t do it!

I drew one just now when I was playing around, and it shocked me!

Hey, hey, Fifth Senior Sister, why did you stop the interrogation? ? ? "

Zhang Xiao watched with a dark expression on his face as his father slapped a circle of communication talismans on all his relatives and friends, and all the precious long-distance communication talismans were consumed in this way.

Dad was still a little unhappy about this, holding his chin and thinking about who else to pass it on to.

It’s better to be mom, not as unstable as dad, otherwise mom would be a goddess.

You must be mature, steady, beautiful and generous, so you won’t be so out of touch!

Zhang Xiao turned around and saw his mother taking out a group communication talisman that was even more precious and almost only used when summoning disciples for important events, and said happily:

"On the Guihai day of the Wushen month of the Renshen year, my son Xiaoxiao completed a volley and drew a talisman in battle.

Hope everyone knows! "

It’s over! What is the experience of social death?

Thank you for the invitation. I was in the underworld and I died as soon as I got off the Naihe Bridge.

The cause of death was probably because he was posted on social media by his parents.

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The following is a summary of the plot