Chinese students at Hogwarts.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Xiao stood in the empty bathroom, took out the time turner, and put the thin golden chain around his neck.

There were no more than eight hours a day, and one hour was used for the experiment, that is, seven circles.

Zhang Xiao twisted the time turner, counted seven turns, and then let go. The time turner shook violently, and the movement was much louder than when it turned once.

A huge pulling force came from his back, pulling him into the air. The surrounding scene was too blurry and turned into colorful blocks, as if someone had knocked over a paint bucket.

When his feet touched the ground again, Zhang Xiao found that he was already standing on the marble steps of the auditorium. The sunlight filtered through the tall windows and left beams of light in the empty front hall.

Little bits of dust are looming in the beam of light.

"Good afternoon, MR Zhang."

Professor McGonagall stood on the second floor platform holding a thick piece of parchment and looked at him in surprise.

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall."

Zhang Xiao smiled and said hello.

"If I remember correctly, you should be taking Care of Magical Creatures class right now."

Professor McGonagall's stern gaze passed over her glasses, and she pursed her lips.

His eyes fell on the thin gold chain around Zhang Xiao's neck, and the murderous look on his face softened:

"It looks like you've been using it, right? How many hours?"

"7 hour."

"Seven hours?" The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth that had just been curled up were straightened immediately: "We generally recommend that little wizards use it for no more than an hour.

The 7-hour experience was too much of a burden. "

She walked down with a thump, and said worriedly:

"Zhang, I don't know why Dumbledore would allow you to use the time turner in this way, but you must remember that if you feel uncomfortable, please stop using it immediately.

It's not that the Time Turner has never caused casualties. On the contrary, the Ministry of Magic has suffered a lot because of its abuse. "

Zhang Xiao nodded. Professor McGonagall is the dean that young wizards can trust at any time:

"I remember, Professor."

Mag stared at him for a while, wanting to say something, but in the end she shook her head and left holding the parchment. She could still vaguely hear her muttering:

".Too ridiculous."

Zhang Xiao watched Mag's back disappear around the corner, and then walked briskly towards the distance.

He didn't know what the energy source of the time turner was, but it was really scary. He touched his wand. Miraculously, the wand was still there, but the Universe Bag was not.

Zhang Xiao had thought about this problem as early as the first time he looked back. If you want to say why, is the wand connected to his own blood, more like an extension of his limbs?

The Slytherin common room was deserted, but the first-year wizards were content because they had the large room to themselves and even sat in armchairs by the fire.

This is the best seat in the entire lounge.

Two or three little wizards were playing wizard chess at the table, head to head.

They glanced at Zhang Xiao, as if they were wondering why the boss of the college didn't go to class. They didn't dare to ask, so they could only show him a big smile.

Zhang Xiao waved his hand casually in return.

He took the Qiankun bag he had left there from the dormitory, turned around and walked directly towards the Room of Requirement.

Zhang Xiao was not sure whether Ms. Glove was a Horcrux or her origin.

But he could ask people.

When I was communicating with Dumbledore during the summer vacation, I made a sideways question about the Room of Requirement.

Dumbledore smiled happily, still looking like the old Riddler.

"Zhang, that lady is willing to appear in front of you?

Hmm - very good.

You were the first to see this lady among the little wizards who discovered the Room of Requirement, except of course the Headmaster.

As for the safety issue you are concerned about, I can only say that that lady is admirable, very noble and kind, and you don’t have to worry about what she will do - "

Listen, listen to the speech of this riddle, just like grandpa. Grandpa said that there are some things in this world that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. The Heavenly Master is in the mind.

As for Dumbledore, hey, he just won’t say anything.

It's still the familiar bedroom, with the lady's gloves hanging in the air with her hands folded in a very ladylike posture.

The parchment floated over leisurely, and a line of beautiful handwriting showed:

"Long time no see. What type of room do you need this time?"

Zhang Xiao returned the gift and patted the Qiankun bag between his belt:

"Thank you for your help. I have learned the Patronus Charm. I am here to fulfill my promise. Do you remember that I said I would get you a set of movie equipment?"

The movement of the lady's glove paused, and after a while, new writing appeared on the parchment:

"Have you learned the Patronus Charm? Can you show it to me?"

"no problem."

Zhang Xiao readily agreed. The wand drew a graceful arc in the air, and the silver carp squeezed out of the wand.

It swam back and forth around him, its long beards swaying and its fins flapping, just like a living creature.

The lady's gloves were suspended quietly in the air, like an elegant woman standing there, looking at the scene in front of her with a smile.

It's strange. Although there is only one pair of gloves, Zhang Xiao feels that the lady's gloves are smiling.

"A very beautiful patron saint, and also very powerful. It seems that your past is surrounded by happiness and warmth."

The writing on the parchment paused, and then continued:

"Film equipment? Is there anything you need me to do?"

Zhang Xiao nodded: "You may need a separate room."

Lady Gloves made a please gesture.

"First, I need an empty room."

Zhang Xiao recalled the settings of the private theater.

Following his imagination, the surrounding environment quickly distorted and transformed.

The chandelier on the ceiling swayed and retracted, the fireplace flipped over, the wallpaper on the wall shook, and cracks appeared on the floor, revealing a soft carpet.

After shrinking, the furniture jumped into the wall, as if it had jumped into water, causing ripples on the wall.

What finally appeared in front of Zhang Xiao was an empty room with carpets.

"Next, I want two very comfortable armchairs and a coffee table -"

Zhang Xiao rolled up his sleeves, waving his hands in the air as if he were conducting an orchestra, and said his request cheerfully.

The leather armchairs are like bamboo shoots springing up after the rain, 'jumping' out of the ground, swaying and getting bigger.

"Hmm - the wall seems a bit small"

As soon as he patted the Qiankun bag on his waist, the wand seemed to be pulling invisible threads - it looked more like he was directing the ensemble.

The packaged curtain was fished out of the Qiankun bag and hung on the wall obediently. Although the white wall can also be used as a curtain.