I really didn't want to practice immortality at Hogwarts

What I fear the most is that the air around me will suddenly become quiet.

At this time, Moody, Harry, Ron and Hermione all stared at Zhang Chun in disbelief with their eyes widened.

Zhang Chun was embarrassed.

But Ollivander seemed to have found the final answer to the question in one sentence, and continued in a slightly high-pitched voice, "There is no induction of any wand, and the wand neither accepts nor rejects him. I think there is only one explanation for this behavior. Mr. Zhang is not a magician at all. He has not awakened his magical ability. He is either a Muggle or a squib. He does not have any magical ability! Yes, that is the fact."

……

No magic, no awakening, either a Muggle or a Squib...

The person just described by everyone as "a top student at the Eastern Magic Academy, a disciple personally trained by the principal, and a winner of the first-class scholarship at Hogwarts" actually has no magical ability...

The air is filled with embarrassment now.

……

Zhang Chun's heart was pounding.

This is similar to pretending to be sick and skipping school in order to watch the NBA Finals live broadcast in middle school. You deceive your parents and teachers, but you will eventually be discovered by the doctor. It just depends on whether the doctor is kind-hearted or even how you feel that day...

Ollivander exposed Zhang Chun with one sentence.

To be honest, Zhang Chundi is very vain, but he is also a person who cares about face and will be poor even if he is about to die, let alone now that there is a system around him.

Zhang Chun smiled and said confidently, "Mr. Ollivander, you are wrong! This is a misunderstanding of Eastern practitioners."

"You can't be wrong, sir. Wands don't lie. All three wands have no response to the magic in your body. Then there is only one answer, that is, you do not have any magical abilities. Unless you can prove it." Ollivander said Have absolute confidence in your own profession.

"Maybe none of these wands match me."

"Impossible, mismatch and no response are two different things. I have been making wands all my life, kid. I can't be wrong." Ollivander was very confident in himself, so he stopped calling Zhang Chun "sir" and changed his name to "kid" "Yes.

"If I'm right..."

"Then I will spend my whole life looking for a wand that is really suitable for you, or you can choose from all the wands in my store, and I will do it for free."

"Well, it seems I can only prove myself!" Zhang Chun sneered.

After speaking, Zhang Chun took off the Taoist robe he was wearing and put it on the back of the chair.Then his eyes widened and he looked at the three boxes of wands on the table.

"Brother Chun is really coming!!" Ron praised in a low voice.

"Come on Zhang Chun!" Hermione also encouraged him.

Harry and Professor Moody also stared at Zhang Chun expectantly.Only old man Ollivander looked calm, as if he had seen too many such poor performances.

Zhang Chun got lucky and reached for the wand on the table. As soon as his finger touched the edge of the wand, he suddenly turned his head and said loudly to everyone, "...can I go to the toilet first?"

plop plop...

Professor Moody and Harry fell to the ground.

(The negative emotion value from Harry is +50, the negative emotion value from Ron is +35, the negative emotion value from Hermione is +66, and the negative emotion value from Moody is +24.)

"Please! Turn left at the end of the corridor for the bathroom." Ollivander said calmly.

……

"You forced me to..."

Zhang Chun had just closed the bathroom door when he took out his "Manual Spirit Refining Cauldron Bracelet" from the depth of his left cuff.

One, two, three...six, yes, the sixth one.

The sixth bead of the "Manual Spirit Refining Cauldron Bracelet" is the rosary that Zhang Chun put together three Yi Jing Pills and one Spirit Condensing Pill last night for refining.

At this time, the silver-white metallic luster of the rosary has spread on the surface of the bronze, and the words "100%" are displayed at the bottom of the rosary.

"Extract!" Zhang Chun shouted softly, and a sky-blue pill fell from the rosary into Zhang Chun's hand.

The second-grade Yijin Ningling elixir!

In fact, Zhang Chun finished refining this second-grade Yijin Ningling Pill last night.

According to the talent skill [Knowing and Understanding], this elixir can easily strengthen the muscles and focus the mind, and its effect is far better than that of ordinary initial elixirs. It can not only strengthen the body but also increase the level of true energy and skill. However, you need to wait for a longer period of practice to slowly use it. Take it, and then use it for six full hours to guide the refining.Otherwise, the potency of the elixir will be too strong and harmful to the user.

But now I can't control that much!

Opening his mouth, Zhang Chun placed the second-grade Yi Jin Ning Ling Dan on the surface of his tongue. At this time, the elixir was slightly cold on the tongue;

With a little luck, the pill had already passed through the throat and rushed into the abdomen.

In just a few seconds, a well-shaped elixir turned into a ball of mellow and warm gas that rippled in the abdomen.

This mass of gas suddenly turned into two streams.

One line goes straight along the chest to the top of the skull, then goes along the back to attack each spinal column one by one, and finally penetrates into the sea of ​​qi; the other line uses the place where the elixir is dissolved as the core to radiate out the qi line, and bombards all the acupoints and acupoints on the body, limbs and bones one by one. .Every time an orifice was opened, Zhang Chun felt comfortable all over and his meridians were smooth.

Finally, two strong medicinal qi converged in Dantian. Zhang Chun shivered, and countless pores all over his body spit out dirt at the same time. Then he sweated profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Is this the effect of the second-grade Yi Jin Ning Ling Dan?

Zhang Chun felt a little guilty...

Not to mention the feeling of anger, now his Dantian was as hot as if he was in a sauna under the poisonous sun at noon in the hot summer and kept pouring water on the stones.

Suddenly, Zhang Chun felt a heat in front of his nose, and hot nosebleeds flowed from both nostrils.

At the same time, while Zhang Chun was fixing his bleeding nose, the "Inspiration" circle at the bottom left of the triangular talent tree, the highest-level talent in his system, quietly flashed twice and became brighter than before. .

……

In the lobby of Ollivander's Wand Shop, Harry, Professor Moody, and Ollivander himself were all waiting for Zhang Chun, but each behaved differently.The three of them, Harry, were secretly worried about their new friends, Moody was thoughtful, and Ollivander was sitting on a chair, looking calm and unfazed.

"Many pure-blood wizards do not accept that they have a Squib descendant. Mr. Zhang's situation is not uncommon." The old man said calmly.

"But this is the top student from Oriental College whom Dumbledore selected." Professor Moody still couldn't believe it.

"Everyone can make mistakes, but the wand doesn't lie." Ollivander was confident.

At this time, the bathroom door rang and Zhang Chun came out.

The three of them quickly craned their necks and looked at the corridor.

I saw Zhang Chun walking over with long strides, sweat all over his body, wind in his robes, and nosebleeds flying...

The three of them were stunned and began to continue to contribute negative emotion points to Zhang Chun.

This style of painting is so weird, okay?

Ron stared at the approaching Zhang Chun, and the muscles under his eyes began to twitch...

Zhang Chun said he went to the toilet, but he was still sweating profusely when he went to the toilet. Did he go to the toilet or take a shower?And your nosebleed... turned out not to be flowing out, but spurting out.

Even though Zhang Chun was wiping away with a handkerchief, the two nosebleeds still came out without interruption...

"...Zhang Chun, your nose is bleeding..." Hermione reminded kindly.

Zhang Chun took a deep breath, wiped it with a handkerchief, and replied, "It's okay, I just got angry..."

Get angry, get angry, get angry...

Even Hermione didn't have time to ask what was going on at this stall.

Perhaps because the blood in Zhang Chun's nose stained the floor, even Ollivander began to contribute negative emotion points.

"Mr. Zhang, are you sure you can still choose a wand in this state?" the old man reminded kindly.

"No problem! And I need to speed it up!"

Zhang Chun grabbed the elder wand closest to him, thinking that if I were delayed for a while longer, you would have to send me to the ICU of a Muggle hospital.