Chinese students at Hogwarts

No matter how reluctant they are to leave, everyone will disperse at the end of the song, and everyone reluctantly bids farewell and prepares to leave. The little wizards want to set off directly from Zhang's home, but the destructive power of this group of naughty children together is really terrifying.

The discerning parents had long seen what little intentions these children had, and Mrs. Weasley, who was deeply aware of the trouble she had brought to the Zhang family, forcefully refused the request from Fred to Ginny.

Although Malfoy could stay, he still wanted to stay with his parents for a while after not seeing his parents for a long time.

So Zhang Xiao, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu stood at the door and watched the Granger couple's car start slowly and in a very orderly manner, while Sirius's sports car sped off into the distance with a low roar.

The Arthurs and Bill Charlie stretched out their arms, letting the twins and Ron Ginny hold them, and disappeared with the crackling sound of the Apparition.

In the end, the Lucius family gracefully bid farewell to the three of them, got into the exquisite magic carriage that could hide their whereabouts from Muggles, and disappeared at the end of the street along with a faint mist.

Only then did the family relax completely. Zhang Chengdao let out a long yawn: "Apparating is really convenient. Xiaoxiao, don't work hard these two days, just relax."

Zhang Xiao looked at the concerned expressions of his father and mother. He knew what his parents meant. Even on these days when everyone gathered together, he never slacked off and always found a quiet place where no one was around. Practicing.

I also know why this happens, because of the sense of urgency, because I know that the Great Teleport Talisman may not work sometimes, and because of many other things.

Because he met Dumbledore for the first time and saw the arrangement that Voldemort was most proud of. When he raised his head, the fog that originally shrouded his eyes dissipated a little, and he could vaguely see how high the ceiling was.

There are also what my father and mother said, the changes in the country, these things are like an unspeakable thing pressing on my chest, it is more like an instinct.

It wasn't until his father suddenly said this that Zhang Xiao realized that his condition had long been seen by his parents:

"Well, I understand."

Li Qingshu touched his head and said gently: "Haste makes waste. The way to practice should be gradual and gradual. These are all principles, but in reality, we also need to balance work and rest.

When it’s time to play, relax, play seriously, and when it’s time to invest, concentrate on it.

Xiaoxiao, dad and mom are always here. "

In the next few days of vacation, Zhang Xiao really kept his word and put aside the vague and vague sense of urgency. Even if he felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but want to practice, he would Still holding back with great perseverance.

Instead, she became even more immersed in the act of playing. She also made a set of things for Ms. Gloves, although there were only some classic but indeed ancient games.

But Zhang Xiao had a lot of fun playing it. He even had some small insights after completing Super Mario for the first time.

Even though the soundtracks of these games only have simple electronic sounds, the pictures are even mosaic-like color blocks, which cannot be compared with the exquisite 2k and 4k of the original time and space.

But these games can only focus on one thing, and that is gameplay. As a game, isn't the most important thing is whether it is fun or not, and then the rest?

After Zhang Xiao played the game happily for two days, he suddenly found that the feeling of chasing his life was gone. Even when he was playing the game happily, the feeling of practicing that had been swirling in his mind every moment was gone. Problems, but forgotten.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you doing?"

Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu stretched their heads curiously, watching their son look at the complicated drawings, holding a small square with a silver pattern in his hand.

At this time, heavy snow was falling outside the pavilion in the garden, and thick snow was piled on the lush plants. It was green and white, but it had a different kind of interest.

The snowflakes flew into the lake and disappeared. Looking down from a high altitude, the surroundings were covered in snow. Only this small artificial lake was still rippling with clear waves.

"Oh, isn't this the Christmas gift Mr. Dumbledore gave me last year? It's very magical. It's the work of Nicolas Flamel, the most powerful alchemist in the West.

I have ignored it before, but I think it should be used, otherwise it will be a waste. "

Zhang Xiao tossed the silver cube, which he privately called the 'Hradirim Cube', up and down, his eyebrows raised and he looked very proud.

"Oh? Works by Nicolés Flamel? I have also heard of this master. What is the use of this gadget?"

"It's very useful, like ha--" Zhang Xiao held his breath and concentrated. The square suddenly seemed to crack into gaps, and then spun very quickly. During the process of deformation, Zhang Xiao patted the Qiankun bag again and grabbed a piece. Throw stuff in.

The transformation time of a little more than one second passed in an instant. When the transformation was completed, what appeared in his hand was a shining silver M1911.

Zhang Xiao pulled the sleeve, pointed directly at the lake and pulled the trigger, ‘Pah, pah, pah! ’ There was a series of crisp gunshots. Zhang Chengdao opened his mouth and pointed at the gun, with an awkward expression that he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to say it.

"No, this thing can also turn into a gun?"

However, Li Qingshu observed more carefully: "Xiaoxiao, are the handfuls you just grabbed bullets?"

"Yeah, it's a bullet -" Zhang Xiao's hand turned into a ball of afterimages in an instant, and he quickly dismantled the m1911 into a pile of parts: "General transformation techniques can only change the appearance, look like, touch It looks similar, and a more powerful transformation technique can even simulate activation.

But unless you have studied the structure in detail and know the mechanical functions well, what you create can only be regarded as a model.

And just having a gun is not enough, you also have to have bullets, which is even more difficult, because the deformation spell cannot produce the kind of bullet with a primer, it is not made of one thing. "

Zhang Chengdao frowned and thought for a while, and said thoughtfully: "Listening to what you said, it is a bit like the Taoist deception, it is only superficial, but not true."

Li Qingshu pointed at the small silver cube that had changed back again and said, "So this thing can have both appearance and reality, and what you see is what you get?"

"Almost, it can record more than two hundred mechanical creations." What my parents said is quite right.

"Then this is really a treasure - Principal Dumbledore is interested." Li Qingshu sighed. Is there anything with a similar concept in Taoism? Yes, but the concept is similar.

It is a thing called "ruyi". Reciting a spell can help you simply achieve some things you want to do, such as making water out of thin air, making fire, and turning it into weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks.

Simple functions such as this, but it cannot perform complex mechanical changes such as squares. It can only be said that inches are longer and rulers are shorter.

"It's okay. Our Taoist sect has also helped Dumbledore a lot. People of his level will not value these things, nor will they value the so-called taking advantage. The pattern is there."

Zhang Chengdao didn't pay too much attention. He was considered an expert, and he was quite sure of his father's mentality.

If Zhang Xiao knew that Dao Sect still had treasures like Ruyi, he would take Gao Luo and put them together with the cube, and combine Chinese and Western elements to make a simple wishing machine.

Zhang Chengdao got a small red clay stove, threw a few pine cones into it, and photographed a bunch of snowflakes out of thin air. He was about to throw it into the small teapot on the stove, but he remembered that the pollution in London was very serious.

He shook his head and threw the snowball he had taken aside. He could only pour some mountain spring water brought from China. The clear spring water slowly filled the teapot.

The pine cones on the small stove were burning cracklingly, gradually emitting a soft sound similar to pine wood. The flames gently licked the bottom of the small teapot, and soon a trace of heat steamed from the lid. rise.

The couple waited for the water to boil and watched their son busy, then asked curiously:

"Then what are you doing now?"

Zhang Xiao was distracted, and the small silver cube in his hand that was slowly deforming suddenly shook and turned into a strange-shaped thing.

It failed. He used the wand to restore the cube, but Zhang Xiao didn't care. This small cube was just as Dumbledore said. The complex and precise transformations played a great role in improving his transformation skills.

Failure once or twice is nothing, just treat it as practice anyway.

Zhang Xiao put the cube aside, picked up the drawing, shook it, looked at it carefully and said, "Didn't I get a Harley motorcycle some time ago? I plan to give it to Professor McGonagall as a gift."

"Wait a minute! What are you talking about? Give that old lady Mai a motorcycle as a gift?" Zhang Chengdao's eyes widened, and he wanted to open his son's head: "Do you like it?"

(McGonagall put on the broomstick goggles that had been hidden in the box for decades, put on the faded Quidditch leather jacket, turned the accelerator, and rushed into the sky. On the exhaust pipe, "Hoburg's fastest" , the Chinese characters for "noisy and superior" shine brightly.)

"Then I will definitely not give anything that the professor doesn't like. Dad, do you know what Gryffindor's house slogan is?"

"Um?"

"Gryffindor, courage is supreme. Our dean can turn into a cat. The holy fire shines brightly. All my disciples will meow, meow, meow."

Zhang Chengdao, Li Qingshu:?!

Zhang Xiao laughed loudly: "I made it up, but Professor McGonagall is just like Hermione, with a Ravenclaw head and a Gryffindor body. She must like it!"

(McGonagall stepped on the gear and turned the accelerator to the limit. The flying motorcycle made a deafening sound, blue flames spurted out from the exhaust pipe, and flew out instantly. Dumbledore held a piece of sizzling bees. Tang, standing at the window, looked at Professor McGonagall who had turned into a black dot, and almost bit her finger.)

Shaking the drawing in his hand: "This is the design drawing of the turbojet that I prepared to accelerate the flying motorcycle. It took a lot of effort."

Zhang Chengdao slapped his head and suddenly realized: "It's the one you asked me to find someone to design. Then why did you change into this whirlpool?"

"Wait a moment, it will be finished soon, just a little bit away."

Zhang Xiao held the cube in the palm of his hand and stared at the drawing attentively. As time went by, the cube began to shine little by little, as if there were thousands of secrets flowing in it.

Seeing their son's concentration, the couple stopped disturbing him. Just as the water in the heater was boiling, it was bubbling. The color of the water was clear, and the water vapor was steaming like clouds.

Li Qingshu took out the bamboo tongs that had a crystal clear surface and picked up some tea leaves. This unknown tea leaves must be boiled to get the three flavors.

Not long after, Zhang Chengdao's fingers lit up with a faint golden light, but he directly lifted the hot handle of the kettle, and the kettle nodded three times in the air.

Tea had already been poured into the small teacup on the stone table. Li Qingshu was not idle either, but lit some homemade incense. The incense flowed down the small holes like water, and soon covered the stone table.

The family of three was in this stone pavilion, looking at the heavy snow falling outside, sipping tea, no one said anything, and there was always a kind of tranquility that was worth a thousand words.

The cube in Zhang Xiao's hand flashed with bright light from time to time, and then turned into a pile of strange objects. This was a failure and had to start over.

But he is not discouraged. He has failed a few times. In his previous life, he played those hard-core games. If he was not patient enough, he would have died of a cerebral hemorrhage long ago?

At that time, one card would cost more than one boss per day.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Chengdao had made three pots of tea. The concept of time among practitioners is always weaker than that of ordinary people.

Even though I was just enjoying the snow and drinking tea quietly, I didn't feel bored, but rather enjoyed it.

"Hey! Master Tao, I'm done!"

Zhang Xiao roared excitedly, and saw the cube in his hand shaking violently, and rays of light flowing. In almost a moment, a pair of strange-looking things appeared in his hand.

Li Qingshu lightly hit him on the head and said angrily: "How old are you? You still have to be a master!"

Zhang Xiao held his head and grinned very happily. He didn't care about anything else. He stood up and stretched, holding two strange things turned into squares, and said excitedly:

"Dad, Mom, please watch carefully——"

The couple put down the cups in their hands, sat up straight and looked at Zhang Xiao's performance with smiles on their faces.

A turbojet is a turbine engine that relies entirely on gas flow to generate thrust.

It is necessary to pressurize the air flow at low speeds, but not at supersonic speeds, because at this time the pressure itself has exceeded the pressurizer.

But do wizards need this? unnecessary!

As long as the cyclone sweeps away enough and is strong enough, there is no need to pressurize! As long as you are strong enough, you will always have enough fuel!

Zhang Xiao shook the little thing in his hand, which was a mixture of human technology and magic supported by transformation. What he sucked in was wind and what he spurted out was fire.

Depends on the rotation of the rotor to generate force.

So here it is – Hot Wheels!

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