Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The dry wood in the fireplace made a crackling sound under the burning flames.

Zhang Xiao was sitting next to the warm stove, his dark brown pupils shining brightly in the light of the fire.

Sister Bird was lying comfortably in his arms and taking a nap with her eyes closed. The weather outside was not very good, and the biting cold wind had been howling with snowflakes all day long.

Zhang Xiao gently stroked Sister Bird's soft feathers, frowning slightly, as if he was worried about something.

There was a piece of parchment spread out on the small table in front of him. Because the quill couldn't rotate, he bought a fountain pen.

At this time, the valuable pen was lying casually on the parchment. Zhang Xiao stared at the content on the parchment:

"Postpartum Care of Sows"

"Lord of the Rings" complete works

"Dragon Ball" hardcover color edition (several)

"Huaiyang Recipes - Picture and Text Version"

"Five Thousand Years of China (Pinyin Version for Children)"

These were all Christmas gifts he had prepared, but he had trouble giving them to some people.

For example, what did Professor McGonagall give?

The first thing that comes to Zhang Xiao's mind is the cat climbing frame that often appears in the fandom.

If you don’t, you will be turned into a mouse! Or become a cat and crawl a hundred times by yourself!

Um? I think I can send this as a gift?

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up and he hurriedly wrote the gift he thought of on the parchment.

Hehe, Professor McGonagall would probably like it.

The gift to Professor McGonagall was like opening the door to a new world, Zhang Xiao wrote on the paper one after another.

Professor Flitwick - Xiangyun (children's version: maximum rise 1.5 meters)

Professor Sprout - Changbai Mountain ginseng (it is said to be able to raise ginseng dolls)

Professor Snape - Rejoice large bottle (crossed out) Head & Shoulders large bottle (crossed out) Hong Kong and Macao celebrity scissors VIP card (crossed out) Talk show annual pass (crossed out) Little chemist training class (crossed out)

Air conditioner (crossed out) oil tin (crossed out)

Zhang Xiao was so angry that he almost threw away the pen, and finally wrote on the medicine cabinet (constant temperature medical grade)

After finally finishing writing the gift list, Zhang Xiao closed the pen, cut and sealed the parchment, and Qingluan also woke up, tilting her head slightly to look at him.

"Sister Bird, wait until the weather gets better before setting off. By the way, there are a lot of things this time. Can you carry them?" Zhang Xiao handed the gift list to Qingluan and asked worriedly.

Qingluan nodded proudly. As the legendary messenger of the Queen Mother of the West, if he couldn't carry any weight, how could he undertake the task of delivering the message?

Picking up the letter, he turned around and stuffed it under his wings. Zhang Xiao looked at it eagerly, as curious as a cat scratching his head.

He had seen it countless times, and no matter how hard he searched, he could not find where Sister Bird usually hid the little fruit.

Extradimensional space pocket?

Zhang Xiao reluctantly looked away. If he had known that Sister Bird hid all the things there, he would have eaten a lot of little fruits!

By the way, there's one more thing. I hurriedly took out the telescope again. This time it was my mother who answered the call. She first asked about school life in detail, and then paid attention to the study progress.

It took Zhang Xiao almost half an hour to deal with his mother's concern. Being distracted by this, he almost forgot about his business of finding his parents.

After describing her needs to Li Qingshu, she pondered for a while and said:

"It seems that the thing you mentioned exists. Wait a minute, I'll let your dad talk about it. He knows more about miscellaneous items."

After a while, Zhang Chengdao's voice sounded over there: "What's going on?"

Sometimes Zhang Xiao wonders how Zhang Chengdao managed to transform someone who sounded like a noble and domineering young master of Longhu Mountain into a rich young man.

He is obviously versatile, handsome, and a Taoist genius who was awarded a salary at the age of 16. It is not an exaggeration to call him a Taoist master.

But he could always make you forget all the adjectives above the moment he opened his mouth, leaving only one thought: "This young master is good at everything, but he just has a long mouth!"

I have only been in the Northeast for a few days, and I already have a strong smell of dirt.

Zhang Xiao feels that at least half of the extravagance in his current personality was learned from his father, and the remaining half was brought about by his previous life.

Sighing: "Dad, I read in the miscellaneous books that our Taoist sect has quite a lot of research on magical animals, and what they call spiritual beasts, right?"

There is something called a spirit beast collar. Is it difficult to get it? Can I have one? "

"Spirit beast collar?" Zhang Chengdao just thought for a moment: "Yes, there is such a thing.

However, this collar has a single function, relatively narrow uses, and is not cheap. Rarely seen anymore. "

It really does, Zhang Xiao got excited. The miscellaneous book he read was almost fifty years ago. That's the problem with the extraordinary world. If the relevant knowledge is not important, updates are extremely slow!

Hogwarts also has many old textbooks that are over a hundred years old!

"Can I have one? If it's too valuable, forget it."

Zhang Chengdao laughed and said lightly:

"Son, expensiveness is relative to its actual value. One of your wands can be exchanged for a box. What a joke!"

coming! here we go again! This damn rich aura and vague sense of weirdness.

After ending the call with his father, Zhang Xiao took out another sandbox. He asked Professor Flitwick to cast a powerful restoration spell on this sandbox.

He took out a small bamboo pole and skillfully drew a few talismans that he could learn on the sand table.

There are no shortcuts to the talisman, only perseverance and practice make perfect.

Whenever he has free time during this period, he will take out the sandbox to practice and never dare to slack off.

It is said that there is a huge pen-washing pool in the Taoist Gate. This pen-washing pool is comparable to Shichahai. The originally rippling blue water has turned pitch black.

Even the golden arowanas raised inside have turned into black arowanas, which is a testament to the efforts of Taoist priests who have practiced drawing talismans for thousands of years.

The bamboo pole moved smoothly on the sand table like a snake or a dragon. A strange character that resembled a bird, a bird, a cow, or a cow quickly took shape, and then a faint blue light seemed to flash on the rune.

This means that I did not draw it wrong.

As soon as the bamboo pole left the sand surface, it was like an invisible hand brushed over the sand table, slowly returning to its original state.

Magic is still convenient. If Daomen were like me, then the arowana in the pen sink would have to drink less ink!

Zhang Xiao began to close his eyes and tried to draw silently by instinct. There is an extremely advanced method in Taoism called volley drawing.

Its difficulty is comparable to the combination of advanced spellcasting skills without sound or wand.

The main difficulty is that when drawing the runes in the air, because there is no reference object, it is extremely easy for the strokes to connect, causing the runes to deform and stick, leading to failure.

Even if some monks have practiced this method, it is rarely used in actual combat, because it is difficult for them to keep their movements from deforming and successfully draw the talisman in the fierce and rapidly changing situation.

Therefore, when talisman paper is already very convenient, drawing talisman in the air is more of a show of skill and pursuit.

As for whether it is to show off skills or to pursue higher pursuits, it all depends on the individual.

Zhang Xiao closed his eyes and held his breath, concentrating on manipulating the bamboo pole in his hand while constantly changing his handprints with the other hand.

In his mind, he imagined a scene of dark clouds covering the sky, golden snakes dancing wildly, and rolling thunder reverberating between heaven and earth.

This talisman was so familiar that he drew it almost in the blink of an eye.

After putting away the pen, Zhang Xiao hurriedly opened his eyes and looked at the sand table expectantly.

On the sand table, a rune was vaguely glowing with light blue, and then slowly dissipated under the influence of the spell.

Zhang Xiao stood up suddenly, waved his fist, and succeeded!

After a month of repetition, he finally succeeded!

Come on~~~ Rush the duck!

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