Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 169 Diary
Zhang Xiao once again came to the familiar mysterious realm, as if using a third-person onlooker's perspective to calmly watch what happened around him.

Time slowed down, and the surrounding situation became extremely clear.

Everything within a radius of ten meters can be clearly seen, even Professor Flitwick's beard blown by the breeze, and the flickering candle flame.

It seems like he can do anything if he wants to.

However, Zhang Xiao, who was in a purely rational state, was not confused by this false feeling, it was just an illusion brought about by the surge in power.

It's just this feeling—it didn't seem to be like this when I entered the Kongming Realm before?
Slowly raising the wand, Zhang Xiao could even feel the trembling of the wand, it was excitement, it was the desire to fight, to vent out his power unreservedly.

Skills are important, but when the strength reaches a certain level, it can be reduced to ten times with one force!

The shaking of the wand became bigger and bigger, and the dazzling blue electric glow spewed from the wand with a sharp and piercing cry.

Flitwick waited in full force, although he felt a little unbelievable, but he did feel a sense of threat from Zhang.

Zhang Xiao shook his magic wand slightly, at this moment a strange feeling surged up from every corner of his body.

He looked down at his body strangely.

Start the analysis extremely calmly.

Excessive consumption, the body is on the verge of limit, and the superimposed consumption of the Golden Light Curse and the Kongming Mirror has reached a terrifying level.

I'm about to fall, about 3 seconds to go.

3, 2, 1!

Zhang Xiao's body froze suddenly, and under everyone's expectant eyes, he trembled violently, and the alluring golden light dissipated.

The whole person is like a log, falling straight backwards.

Flitwick froze for a moment, and immediately caught him with his wand.

The surrounding little wizards burst into deafening shouts, and everyone was desperately pushing forward, trying to see what happened.

Snape and McGonagall worked hard to maintain order, although they also wanted to go over to see the situation.

Lockhart was hesitant to step forward and cast his 'very good' healing spell.

Only Madam Pomfrey in the corner sighed as if she had expected it, picked up the medicine box, and squeezed in from the crowd.

I knew it!

In the school infirmary, Snape and Madam Pomfrey bent over to examine Zhang Xiao lying on the hospital bed in detail. Lockhart stood in the crowd and said with a regretful expression:

"It's a pity that I'm still a step late. I've already discovered that something is wrong with Zhang—as long as I use a spell, I can stop him!"

The surrounding professors looked at him with weird eyes.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him with some disgust, and said softly:
"Can you please shut up? Professor Lockhart, what we need now is silence!"

Lockhart's exaggerated smile froze on his face. He touched his curly hair and shrank back. The expression on his face suddenly became a little strange, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Dumbledore stood at the end of the bed, his azure blue eyes seemed to shine through the half-moon lenses.

Snape and Pomfrey straightened up, seeming to have reached a conclusion:
"It's nothing serious, just too tired." Madam Pomfrey frowned: "He seems to always make himself like this, how many times is this?"

Snape didn't speak, just took out another bottle of weakened life-death water, he felt that he had brewed more weakened life-death water this year than in 10 years.

Dumbledore looked away and nodded:
"Leave this to Madam Pomfrey, she can always take good care of the little wizards."

In Lockhart's office, the portraits were doing their own things leisurely, some with curling irons on their heads, some in pajamas holding their own works, sipping coffee while admiring their own works .

Others kept practicing smiling.

"Bang" the office door was suddenly pushed open, Lockhart's expression twisted, he muttered curses in a low voice, and strode in.

The portraits were taken aback. The one holding the coffee spilled the coffee on the silk pajamas. Angrily, he stood up and walked to the edge of the photo frame, pointing at Lockhart and shouting loudly.

Lockhart kicked on the gilt velvet high-backed chair. He let out a scream from the pain, knelt down and rubbed his feet desperately.

Now the portraits couldn't bear it anymore, they all stood up and stretched their necks, as if they were wondering what made him so angry.

Lockhart stood up, looked at his own portrait, with a vicious gleam in his eyes, and muttered softly to himself:

"You forced me, didn't you?"

The portraits all nodded—in fact, they didn't know what Lockhart was talking about.

Lockhart's expression became more and more distorted, and he said in a low voice: "I don't want to, I don't want to either. But even though I have achieved such great achievements, I even won the badge of the Merlin Sir Order, you still look down on me.
I don't want to"

He walked to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a thick book wrapped in a purple book cover.

I don't know where this notebook came from, it may be a gift from a fan.

I found it when I was packing my luggage.

At first glance, Lockhart felt that this notebook was very tasteful - high-grade leather cover, soft paper, it looked a bit worn out, but it was full of a sense of age.

Lockhart, who couldn't put it down, decided to use it as his autographed exercise book and excerpts from excellent fan letters, but he didn't like black very much.

But this is very easy to solve, as long as the cover of the notepad is wrapped with your favorite noble purple book cover.

But the things I wrote on them would disappear inexplicably the next day. Lockhart was overjoyed. Is there anything more suitable as a signature book than a notebook that can clear its contents by itself?

So he practiced signing hundreds of times in the autograph book every day, and sometimes he would also write those beloved words of fan worship on it.

Until one day. This notepad called him back.

"Do you want to truly stand at the top of the wizarding world and become a big shot?"

Lockhart took a few deep breaths, ended his memories, spread out the notepad, and wrote on it:

"What you said last time, I want to think about it"

This line of words immediately faded and disappeared, and then lines of slightly deformed handwriting appeared, showing the excitement of the person who wrote this line of words.

"Your wisdom is as outstanding as your appearance! Congratulations, you have chosen the right path. One day, you will stand at the highest point in the wizarding world, overlooking those incompetent residues!"

Lockhart showed a pleasant smile: "Do you think so too, Tom? After all, I am the winner of the Most Charming Smile Award from Wizards Weekly."

Tom Riddle in the diary was stunned. He couldn't even believe that the disgusting words of praise above were spoken by himself.

The young Voldemort remembered the day when he was turned over by Lockhart.

That. Unbearable to remember, a gloomy day.
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(End of this chapter)