I really didn't want to practice immortality at Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Zhang Chun walked toward the auditorium in a daze, dozing off while walking.

"Hi, Zhang Chun, what's wrong with you?" Hermione followed him at some point and walked side by side with him.

"Sleepy! I wanted to absorb spiritual energy last night. I tried to sneak into the Owlery several times, but I always saw Filch's weird cat squatting there... I knew Filch wouldn't let it go, but I didn't expect him to be so... Perseverance, I don’t even rest on Sunday night.” Zhang Chun’s eyes were blank and he kept shaking his head.

"But what does it have to do with you being sleepy? If you can't go, why don't you go back to the dormitory and sleep?" Hermione's big eyes flickered.

"Hey, I'm not willing to accept it. I'm absorbing spiritual energy in Gryffindor Tower... There is very little spiritual energy here, and it's tiring to absorb it... I spent half the night, but I didn't sleep well, and I didn't accumulate much energy." Zhang Chun sighed. tone.

"...Well, um, before I went to bed last night, I tried to practice. Maybe I sucked up all the spiritual energy around me..." Hermione said sheepishly, lowered her head silently, and glanced at Zhang Chun again. See if he is angry.

"You? No, how big is the range of spiritual energy you can absorb now?" Zhang Chun was stunned.

"Probably covering the entire Gryffindor Tower..."

"Snapped"!

Zhang Chun slapped himself in the face and thought to himself, why don't I have any spiritual energy? How dare I let this dual body of Hermione, the Wonder Woman of Hogwarts, Captain Marvel of Gryffindor, and the primary school bully and the little repair bully? All the spiritual energy nearby was wiped out...

Now I can really understand why those monks who read cultivation novels in my previous life got into fights because of spiritual stones...

It’s true that on the road to spiritual practice, people will step on others. If you ignore them, they will just have to be stepped on!

"I'm sorry..." Hermione looked at his expression, feeling a little guilty.

She also knew that because she absorbed spiritual energy, Zhang Chun had no spiritual energy to absorb.

Zhang Chun quickly waved his hand, "It's okay, don't take it to heart. You know, from the moment I handed Yi Jin Dan into your hands, I knew that you and I would conflict. But I'm not afraid, I always feel that practicing The road should not just be fought over like wild beasts..."

Zhang Chun said, smiling warmly at Hermione,

"If we want to become immortals, to become heirs to the magic world and the spiritual world, to become new people in the new century that Dumbledore expects, we have to find a different path than the original one, right?

Okay, haha, don’t take it to heart, just practice your practice honestly, I think I will find my own path. "

Zhang Chun said "haha" unintentionally this time. In the past, Hermione would always warn him not to shout so intimately, but today, Hermione just lowered her head silently and nodded heavily.

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The first quarter class in the morning...is History of Magic.

Zhang Chun was still a little confused when he sat in the classroom. He clearly remembered that when he came to school a week ago, the first Monday morning was supposed to be herbal medicine.

He also brought a large jar of black soil dug out from his own spiritual field. He originally planned to use this to please Professor Sprout and find a way to get the position of assistant professor of Herbology.

"Herbology is taught every other week." Harry explained to him. "This year is the final year of History of Magic, so the fourth-year Herbology class has been compromised."

"History of Magic...what is it?" Zhang Chun was a little confused. He had no idea about this subject at all.

"...I can't even answer your question." Harry shrugged and smiled.

This time, Zhang Chun, Harry and Ron were sitting at the back of the classroom, while Hermione was still sitting in the front row.

Ron said to Zhang Chun with a serious face, "History of Magic - it is about the history of the magical world. Let me tell you, this class is extremely boring! Professor Binns is a ghost. When he reads the text, he always follows the text, and there is no point in it. There is no tone at all, it’s like the tone of a dead person!”

"Haha, Ron, Professor Binns is dead." Harry laughed.

"I'm telling you, this is the scariest class in Hogwarts! It's comparable to Snape's Potions class... But at least you can learn something in Potions class, right?" Ron looked at it seriously. Zhang Chun continued to explain.

Zhang Chun looked at him blankly, wondering if it was that exaggerated?

Harry nodded quickly to him, expressing his approval of Ron's words, "That's it. History of Magic is the easiest class to fall asleep in. Generally, you can fall asleep in class in just 5 minutes. If the weather is very hot, It doesn’t even take three minutes. Professor Binns is a strange person, and no one can stand his embarrassing teaching style...except Hermione."

"Yes, except Hermione!" Ron nodded quickly, "But I think this is also a kind of destruction to her..."

"...But Dumbledore asked me to be a teaching assistant for each class! A teaching assistant for the History of Magic..., what should I do?" Zhang Chun's eyes widened. Since he arrived at Hogwarts, he had never thought that there would be another teaching assistant. Such a terrible challenge.

—Being a teaching assistant in a class where the entire school is bored?

Harry and Ron looked at me and I looked at you, then both looked at Zhang Chun, clicking their tongues, with expressions of pity on their faces...

Not long after, the school bell rang.

Then, a transparent milky white ghost passed through the door and floated slowly to the podium.

Professor Binns is a ghost wearing a weird robe. He looks very old, with wrinkled eyelids, as if he is tired and unable to open his eyes. It is not known whether he became like this after death or was like this before death.

"Dear students, please turn to page 587 of "History of Magic". Let's talk about the rebellion launched by the goblins in Hogsmeade." Professor Binns began the lecture unhurriedly.

Hogsmeade?And the goblin rebellion?

Zhang Chun's eyes lit up, and he felt that this was a very good subject, and it was so close to Hogwarts...

"Hey, Harry, Ron... don't lie down on the table? Listen, today we are talking about the goblin rebellion, and it is in Hogsmeade! It is right next to Hogwarts!" Zhang Chun greeted quickly Two of my friends.

The two friends raised their heads, smiled politely at him, and hid their faces in their arms again.

"You guys don't like studying! Look at me, I will listen carefully!" Zhang Chun made a contemptuous gesture towards Harry and Ron, and then quickly sat upright to listen to Professor Binns' lecture on "Goblins" A wonderful story about the battle with the wizard"!

...Zhang Chun finally endured it for two and a half minutes.

Damn it!Professor Binns actually told such a dramatic thing as the Goblin Rebellion in a single tone, without any logical emphasis, and in a scripted manner. The bargaining and fighting between wizards and goblins that should have been exciting was just a word from his magical mouth. As boring as two torn cotton covers exposed to the afternoon sun...

This is equivalent to a battle that burned Red Cliff, and the story is the same as "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain...".

In less than 3 minutes, all the students in the classroom were lying down, and some of them were snoring after sleeping late last night.

Only Hermione was still listening, but looking at her back... it was as awkward as having a louse on her back.He is probably fighting the sleepiness in his body...

Professor Binns didn't mind the performance of the students... He had seen too much. He continued to squint his sleepy eyes and murmured calmly according to the original text in the book...

Zhang Chun felt that Professor Binns was actually using a profound magic - group hypnosis.

Even though he was determined to "get an offer as an assistant professor of History of Magic", he couldn't help but want to lie down on the table and sleep.

Go to sleep, go to sleep!You didn't sleep well yesterday.

A voice in his mind urged him.

He planned to save himself again,

But the next second, he fell asleep on the table.

I don't know how long it took, but he entered a weird dream...

In the dream, there was a strange eye staring at him. The eyelashes were curved like a woman's. The eye stared at him fiercely. A voice sounded next to him, "You shouldn't be here! Hogwarts!" The secret is not something you should pry into. You were lucky last time, and the enemies coming next time will be even more terrifying! You should leave quickly."

As he spoke, these eyes pounced up on him, almost swallowing him in their eyes...

"Ah!!" Zhang Chun screamed in fright, and even stood up involuntarily.

The entire History of Magic classroom was awakened by his roar!

Gryffindor and the fourth-year Ravenclaw students in class looked at him in confusion.

Even Professor Binns, who had been giving lectures like this for more than 1000 years, looked at him blankly, and finally asked,

"...This classmate, what do you want to do?"