Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhang Xiao withdrew from the golden book and jade book. He stroked the cold metal cover and looked at the training ground where countless sweat had been shed around him. He waved to the room and said goodbye. After all, there was a very special person living in the room that responded to requests. The boss of the house:

"I'm going to take a break for a while. Thank you for staying with me during this time."

The wooden hand of the "Crunch" training dummy started to move on its own, as if it was also saying goodbye.

Zhang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He made another ceremonial bow towards the room, tossed his robe and left briskly.

Dad is right, it’s time to slow down and appreciate the scenery on the roadside

Isn't it just lying down? No one knows how to lie down better than me!

Back in the dormitory, Sister Bird was still sleeping on her bed, and Zhang Xiao looked at her quietly.

After all, Zhang Chengdao in the Golden Book and Jade Book is just a memory. He can't see many things, but Zhang Xiao knows it in his heart.

I'm afraid Sister Bird still feels her urgency, right? Anxious to teach, eager to practice, eager to become stronger.

It was precisely because of my eagerness and unstable foundation that Sister Bird did not communicate with me, but tried her best to help me stabilize my mind.

As if she had noticed something, Sister Bird's crest feathers trembled and she opened her eyes. After seeing Zhang Xiao, she stood up reluctantly, combed her feathers, and called out to him in a low voice.

Zhang Xiao picked up Qingluan and gently stroked her dull feathers:

"Senior Qingluan, thank you."

Qingluan tilted his head, as if he understood something, and took out another small fruit from under his wings, put it in his palm, then stretched out his head, rubbed his cheek affectionately, and then fell asleep tiredly again.

Zhang Xiao carefully placed Sister Bird on the quilt, hooked his fingers, and the curtains around the bed immediately slid down silently, covering the bed tightly.

In the Slytherin common room, there were only first-year wizards playing cards or doing homework.

Because of the attack, the first-year wizards were taken to their respective common rooms by their professors after dinner and were not allowed to go out.

Grades 2-7 will go to the common room under the leadership of their prefects. After 10 o'clock, the professor will take them back to the dormitory to rest.

The stone dragon at the door temporarily stopped testing the little wizard, and actually became a guard, protecting the safety of the door.

Zhang Xiao looked at the little wizard playing and was a little dazed for a moment. Thinking back to the beginning of the school year until now, it seems that he really hasn't had much rest.

So.how should I rest?

I carefully recalled the rest I had in my previous life, which was probably reading novels, playing games and other activities. Shopping with my wife was a strenuous job that consumed a lot of energy.

When it comes to real rest, it seems that the only place to go is the Maldives during your honeymoon.

But before that, Zhang Xiao glanced at the direction of the lounge. I have to let senior Qingluan rest first.

Zhang Xiao walked down the stairs to the school's underground classroom, and skillfully found his dean's office, which was also a real dungeon in the minds of other colleges.

Knocking on the classroom door, Snape stood at the door, his eyebrows slightly raised, a little surprised why Zhang Xiao suddenly came to him.

He turned aside to make a way, and after Zhang Xiao came in, he closed the door and strode to his office, which was at the very back of the classroom.

This was Zhang Xiao's first time coming to Professor Snape's office, or rather, there were only a handful of people who had been here before.

The office was dimly lit, and the shelves along the wall were filled with countless glass specimen jars. Inside, was Professor Snape's private bedroom.

Professor Snape waved his hand and lit the candle. In the dim light, most of Professor Snape's face was hidden in the shadows, making it look even scarier!

He gave Zhang Xiao a glass of pumpkin juice and asked in a low voice in his usual indifferent tone:

"So Zhang, what do you want from me?"

"Professor, I want to learn memory magic from you." Zhang Xiao did not dare to touch the cup of pumpkin juice, or in other words, no one dared to drink the potion that Snape personally brought to you.

The little wizards rumored that once they drank it, terrible things would happen. Zhang Xiao didn't believe the rumors, but he had a lot of secrets in his body, so it was good for others not to reveal them.

"Memory magic?" Snape's eyes became colder and colder, and he asked in a tone similar to a whisper with a hint of danger:

"I have never revealed that I can remember magic. Based on what happened last time, Zhang, can I understand that you know a little bit about me?"

Zhang Xiao puffed up his chest and said confidently:

"Professor Dumbledore told me!"

As for whether Dumbledore told him or not, it didn't matter. Professor Dumbledore was an excellent shield. Anything that was difficult to make excuses or explain could just be dumped on Old Deng.

As a human being, you must be simple, just like putting things in your back pocket and taking things out of your belt are things that others don’t want.

Anyway, he wouldn't be angry over such a trivial matter.

"Dumbledore?" Snape fell silent. Zhang Xiao could clearly see the corner of his mouth curling up, but the cold and sinister aura was much less.

The cold office became quiet for a moment. Snape was silent for a while and finally spoke again:

"What do you want to learn?"

Zhang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. If this method had failed, he would have wanted to find Professor Lockhart and coax him into teaching memory magic at the expense of opening up the Eastern market and selling tens of thousands more sets of autographed books.

It's just a bit dangerous. Although Lockhart is indeed a parallel importer, he is a well-deserved master in memory magic.

“I want to learn how to close off a part of my perception.”

Snape raised his eyebrows again, and Zhang Xiao felt that he had not seen the professor's expression as much in a month as he had during this time.

He is obviously interested, because sealing one's own cognition is a relatively unpopular type even among memory magic. Many people learn memory magic in order to modify and tamper with their own memories.

Or seal off one's own brain, which is known as Occlumency, to resist Legilimency.

Why should we block part of our cognition?

Snape sat up straight, picked up his greasy hair with his index finger and smoothed it back, and spoke in a longer tone:

"Shielding cognition. This kind of memory magic lies in how to manifest one's own cognition and memory, and then use things full of symbolic meaning to lock up the things you want to seal."

Zhang Xiao listened carefully and was not surprised at all by what Snape said. After all, the so-called 'palace memory method' was circulated in ordinary society.

There is also a special TV series in Xiangjiang that makes this method magical. Sherlock in the British detective drama "Sherlock" also has his own thinking palace.

What is unacceptable about wizards embodying it in more concrete images.

Snape was a little surprised to see that Zhang Xiao seemed to understand what he said easily, because memory magic is very abstract for young wizards and is not that easy to understand.

Maybe I didn't make it clear how difficult this magic is?

This thought came to Snape's mind, and he decided to speak more clearly:

"Memory magic is very difficult. Although your performance has always been very good, I don't know if you have the talent in this area, Zhang."

Zhang Xiao looked at his arrogant dean and said with a relaxed and confident attitude:

"Professor, I think I should have."

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