Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 160 Memory Magic
Zhang Xiao withdrew from the golden book and jade book. He stroked the cold metal cover, looked at the surrounding training field where countless sweats were poured out, waved his hand to the room, and said goodbye. After all, there is a very homely boss living in the room of responsiveness:
"I'm going to rest for a while, thank you for your company during this time."

The wooden hands of the "crunch" training dummy started to swing by themselves, as if they were also saying goodbye.

Zhang Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed. He made another Taoist ceremony towards the room, and left briskly with a flick of his robe.

Dad is right, it's time to slow down and enjoy the scenery on the side of the road
Isn't it just lying flat?No one knows how to lie down better than me!

Back in the dormitory, Sister Niao was still sleeping on her bed, 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 own urgency, right?Eager to confer the talisman, to cultivate, to become stronger.

It was because of my eagerness and my unstable foundation that Sister Niao didn't communicate with me, but tried her best to help me stabilize my mind.

As if sensing something, Sister Niao's crown feathers trembled, and she opened her eyes. After seeing Zhang Xiao, she stood up reluctantly, combed her feathers, and gave him a low cry.

Zhang Xiao hugged Qingluan, and gently stroked her dim feathers:
"Senior Qingluan, thank you."

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

Zhang Xiao carefully placed Miss Niao on the quilt, hooked her fingers, and the curtains around the bed immediately slid down silently, covering the bed tightly.

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

Because of the attack, the first-year little wizards were taken to their common rooms by the professor after dinner, and they were forbidden to go out.

Grades 2-7 will go to the common room under the leadership of the prefect, and the professor will take them back to the dormitory to rest after 10:[-].

The stone dragon at the gate temporarily stopped testing the little wizard, but actually became a guard to protect the safety of the gate.

Zhang Xiao looked at the little wizard playing around, and was a little dazed for a while. Looking back at the beginning of school, it seemed that he hadn't had much rest.

So. how should I rest?

I carefully recalled the rest of my previous life, probably reading novels, playing games and other activities, and going shopping with my wife is heavy physical work, which consumes a lot of energy.

To talk about a real rest, it seems that the only place to go is the Maldives on honeymoon.

But before that, Zhang Xiao glanced at the direction of the lounge, I have to let Senior Qingluan rest first
Zhang Xiao went down the stairs all the way to the school's basement classroom, and skillfully found the office of his own dean, which was also a real dungeon in the eyes of other colleges.

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

He turned his body sideways to make way for Zhang Xiao to come in, then closed the door and strode to his office—the innermost part of the classroom.

It was the first time for Zhang Xiao to come to Professor Snape's office, or it could be said that there were only a handful of people who had been here.

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

Professor Snape waved his hand and lit the candle. Under the dim light, most of Professor Snape's face was hidden in the shadows, making him look even more frightening!
He gave Zhang Xiao a cup 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 didn't 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 if they drank it, terrible things would happen. Zhang Xiao didn't believe the rumors, but he had a lot of secrets, and it would be good for others not to reveal them.

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

"I never disclosed the news that I can remember magic. Combined with what happened last time, Zhang, can I understand that you know a little bit about me?"

Zhang Xiao straightened his chest and said confidently:

"Professor Dumbledore told me!"

As for whether Dumbledore told him or not, it doesn't matter. Professor Dumbledore is an excellent shield. If it is not easy to make excuses or explain anything, just leave it to old Deng.

As a human being, you must be simple, just like putting things in your butt pockets and not wearing belts are things that others don't want.

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

"Dumbledore?" Snape fell silent, Zhang Xiao could clearly see the corner of his mouth twitching, but the cold and gloomy breath was much less.

The gloomy office fell silent for a while, Snape was silent for a while, and finally spoke again:
"What do you want to learn?"

Zhang Xiao heaved a sigh of relief. If the road didn't work out, he would go to Professor Lockhart and coax him into teaching memory magic at the cost of opening up the Eastern market and selling tens of thousands more sets of signed 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 part of my cognition."

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

He is obviously interested, because closing one's cognition is relatively unpopular even in memory magic, and many people learn memory magic to modify and tamper with their own memories.

Or close one's own brain, that is, Occlumency, to resist Legilimency.

Why block some cognition?
Snape sat up straight, used his index finger to pick up some greasy long hair and smoothed it back, and elongated his tone:

"Block cognition. This kind of memory magic lies in how to manifest one's own cognition and memory, and then use something full of symbolic meaning to lock the thing you want to close."

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

Xiangjiang also has a special TV series that exaggerates this method. Sherlock in the British detective drama "Sherlock" also has his own thinking hall.

It is unacceptable for wizards to manifest it in a more concrete form.

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

Maybe I didn't clarify the difficulty of this magic?
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 her Tsundere Dean, and said with a relaxed and confident attitude:

"Professor, I think I should have."

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(End of this chapter)