Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 162 Don't give it away next time
The "creaking" thinking hut faithfully reproduced the details in the memory, and the door still had a small abnormal sound.

The light in the bedroom poured out from the open door, leaving a long and narrow shadow behind Zhang Xiao, a lonely shadow.

"What am I expecting?" Zhang Xiao smiled wryly and shook his head, the curtains fluttered slightly, just as in memory, there were familiar furniture and furnishings in the bedroom, but there were no familiar people.

Walking in with complicated emotions, there was a photo on the bedside table. Zhang Xiao picked up the frame and gently wiped the dust that did not exist on it.

Looking at the girl who was smiling and baring her teeth, Zhang Xiao felt sore again.

At the beginning, I rushed forward to block the child, and a large part of it was because the little girl looked like a girl, right?
Flipping the photo frame upside down on the cabinet, Zhang Xiao stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the ordinary life with infinite nostalgia, the tenderness in her eyes was finally replaced by firmness, and she turned her head and left the bedroom.

Beige walls, gray fabric sofa, log-colored coffee table, ugly foldable table Zhang Xiao silently watched everything familiar around her rapidly darken and age, like a color photo that has faded away. color, and finally only black and white.

Irregular cracks emerged and turned into torrents of color swirling around. When he stretched out his hand, the torrent of color immediately seemed to be attracted by something, forming a funnel-shaped vortex, and quickly gathered towards his palm. , forming a thick book.

Zhang Xiao caressed the word 'home' on the spine of the book, and walked to the remaining room, which was his study.

This place is a bit different from before. The originally less than 10 bungalows have expanded to more than 20 square meters.

After solemnly placing "Home" on the table, he began to survey the entire room.

There are rows of tall bookshelves around, and books are densely arranged on them.

These are my memories and cognitions?
Zhang Xiao had never experienced thinking from this perspective, and he curiously took out a book that was shining like a marquee.

This book has such different reactions, it is as dazzling as a firefly in the dark night, must it all record my glorious moments?
With this in mind, Zhang Xiao casually turned to a page, only to see that it said "Today, I will confess to the girl I like, and I am going to use the action of the wall in the TV series"

"Crack!" Zhang Xiao closed the book expressionlessly with lightning speed, and stuffed it into the bookshelf. The book is tightly pasted.

You said that you are not good at recording, but you insist on recording my embarrassing moments, and how many of my embarrassing moments can form a book? ? ?

After a failed browsing experience, Zhang Xiao gave up the idea of ​​continuing to browse, and turned to scan the entire bookshelf like a horse on a horse.

Some books have words written on the spine, such as "school", "dinner" and "game"; others have nothing at all, which should be trivial life fragments.

On a bookshelf, Zhang Xiao also found the books he had read, which are too many, but most of the contents inside are intermittent, is this because of forgetting?

According to Professor Snape, after building the thinking hall, you can try to rub the content of the book in your mind. This is very exhausting, but you can record it completely, so that you can read and recall it in the thinking hall.

After thinking about it, several huge bookshelves appeared again in the open space. The next goal is to fill these bookshelves with rubbed books!

Next... is the purpose of coming here.

Zhang Xiao cast his gaze to the other side of the bookcase, where some distorted scenes are slowly escaping from a book, and the distorted power it exudes seems to be like the beauty of a mobile phone, and the surrounding books Under its influence, it also twisted, bent and stretched into weird shapes.

It can only be said that the thinking hall is indeed very powerful. Maybe he can't provide power, but he can intuitively reveal many abstract things.

By the way, what about my memory that was sealed off by myself?

Zhang Xiao immediately searched carefully on the bookshelves, and finally found a very unique book at the back of a bookshelf. It was very thin, but it was shrouded in a layer of cloud and mist, making it impossible to see anything.

He tried to reach out to grab it, but the cloud and mist immediately rolled up and turned into the color of dark clouds, and there was still faint light of lightning and dull thunder inside.

Zhang Xiao could even feel a tingling sensation coming from his arm, and the tiny hairs stood on end.

Withdrawing his hand, the strange feeling disappeared immediately.

So what the hell did I do to have such a dangerous memory?Zhang Xiao pinched the bridge of his nose.

According to what Professor Snape said, if you want to block cognition, you need to take out the thing you want to close separately and lock it with something full of symbolic meaning.

Zhang Xiao thought for a while, then hooked his fingers at the book exuding twisting power, and the book slowly floated over, hovering over his shoulder.

Next comes the symbolic stuff.
On one side of the room, a quaint cabinet slowly appeared. The door of the cabinet opened to reveal the empty partition inside. After the books floated in, the door of the cabinet was immediately closed tightly.

Thick chains emerged out of thin air like boa constrictors, locking the cabinet tightly.

Zhang Xiao frowned slightly, and Ling Jue immediately told him what he had forgotten, but he couldn't remember what he had sealed except for the fact that he had sealed off the cognition of the magic spell system.

The debate about the origin of the magic spell that I saw in my previous life, Ron's wrong spell, and the doubts about life magic... all disappeared from my memory.

At the same time, he immediately felt a lot lighter in spirit. The tense feeling before, as if he was walking with a heavy weight, dissipated, and his whole body was unexpectedly relaxed like never before.

At this moment, Snape's indifferent voice sounded in the room:
"Zhang, it's almost time."

The room was like a shattered mirror, which turned into tiny pieces and disappeared with the wind. Zhang Xiao only felt his eyes go dark. When he regained his vision again, he found that he had returned to the underground office.

Professor Snape stood not far away, with his arms crossed, his whole body was mostly hidden in the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"When this magic is not yet proficient, it is not suitable to stay in the thinking hall for too long, remember?"

Zhang Xiao nodded, and really felt dizzy. This is different from "Golden Book and Jade Book". It was originally a treasure, but he just borrowed his own cognition.

But the thinking hall is completely constructed by oneself, and the consumption is naturally different.

Snape snorted lowly and tossed a small bottle over.

"Awakening potion?" Zhang Xiao pulled out the cork, put it under his nose and sniffed it. A pungent smell rushed straight to his forehead, which made him sober up a lot.

Sure enough, it had to be the dean of his own family. After thanking him, he was about to leave, but he heard Professor Snape suddenly say:
"Wait a moment."

Zhang Xiao watched curiously as Snape used his wand to drag out a cabinet in the corner, pointed at the plug and said in an inexplicable tone:
"Don't give a gift with a plug next time."

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