Chinese students at Hogwarts

Whether he wanted it or not, exam week finally came, and during this period Zhang Xiao had been paying attention to Quirrell's movements.

But he clearly looked like he was about to collapse, but there was no follow-up action.

The weather in June was very sultry, and the large classroom where they answered questions was even more uncomfortably hot.

Zhang Xiao changed into new equipment and wore an ice silk vest under the academic robe. His whole body was cool and refreshing. It is said that the land is vast and rich in resources, and he can always find some strange things.

The exam quills are cast with an anti-cheating spell. The teacher will issue them specially during the exam and take them back after the exam.

For me, I don't even need to think about this kind of theoretical stuff, just take a rest.

The more interesting ones were the practical exams, such as the Charms exam. Professor Flitwick called them one by one to enter the classroom.

When it was Zhang Xiao's turn, Professor Flitwick, who was sitting on the auspicious cloud (children's version), said with a smile:

"Ah, Zhang, although I think you will get high scores without a doubt, how about we try something more difficult?"

After saying that, he waved his cane, and the pineapples on the table turned into two. One was wearing a white ballet skirt, and the other was wearing a bow tie.

"Ballet and tap, I guess that won't be a problem for you, right?"

You are the professor and you have the final say!

He looked at Zhang Xiao and said gently and seriously:

"Remember the principles of the spell, Destination, Determination, and Deliberation!"

Zhang Xiao nodded and said silently in his mind, "Follow your heart, follow your stick."

This is his own summary of the rules of magic, which is actually similar to what Professor Flitwick said.

He pulled out his wand and waved it lightly.

"Yugadio Leviosa!"

This course actually tests the complex application of the levitating spell. Asking pineapples to dance ballet and tap dance does not really make them grow two legs to dance.

Just make general movements.

For example, tap dance involves making the pineapple dance rhythmically up and down on the table.

The difficulty of ballet is a little higher. You need to make the pineapple tilt and use a fulcrum on the side to keep rotating and walking in a straight line.

When Zhang Xiao successfully completed the exam, Professor Flitwick couldn't help but applaud:

"Wonderful spell! Although I only added a pineapple, the difficulty has more than doubled! Although I can't give you more than full marks, Slytherin will add 20 points!"

The same thing happened with other exams.

As soon as Professor McGonagall saw him, she immediately upgraded the mouse from a snuff box to a jewelry box!

After successfully adding another 20 points to Slytherin, I finally met a teacher in the third class who didn't give me any trouble.

The Potions exam was not held in an underground classroom, but in a large classroom.

Professor Snape cast a spell to raise wooden partitions, dividing the classroom into small compartments.

There is a standard single-person potions table in each cubicle, with a crucible next to it.

Professor Snape was like a ghost in the cubicle. He just stretched his head to look at Zhang Xiao's stove and walked away without interest.

Rather than watching Zhang Xiao brewing the forgetfulness potion, he wanted to stare at Po Te.

The last subject is the history of magic.

In the large classroom, there was only the sound of the pen tip scratching across the parchment. Zhang Xiao glanced at the last few big questions.

I wrote down in detail which eccentric old wizards invented the automatic stirring crucible.

All that's left is to wait!

Everyone couldn't help but cheer when the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up the parchment on which they had answered the questions.

"Much easier than I originally thought,"

When they followed the crowd to the sunny field outside, Hermione said, "I don't actually need to remember the '1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct' and the elf rebellion."

She held the book, spoke quickly, and suddenly turned the question to Zhang Xiao:

"Zhang, how did you write the penultimate question on the impact of the First Goblin War?"

Before Zhang Xiao could speak, Ron had already shouted with a grimace:

"Oh, please, Hermione, we just finished the exam and finally got rid of the books. Can you please let us relax for a while!"

Then he made a vomiting gesture:

"Stop it, stop it, it makes me sick to go over the test again after it's over."

Harry kept rubbing his forehead. Zhang Xiao noticed this keenly and thought to himself.

Harry felt a headache. Voldemort's violent fluctuations in emotions were transmitted to him. Does this mean that Quirrell should act quickly? ?

This guess made Zhang Xiao feel scared, and he hurriedly found an excuse to escape. He had no interest in the three little ones.

It's just something Dumbledore tests newcomers, whoever loves it goes!

After making up his mind, Zhang Xiao coughed twice:

"I haven't had much rest recently. I may have caught a cold. I'll go check on Madam Pomfrey first!"

Amidst the concerned greetings from the three little ones, Zhang Xiao coughed and waved goodbye.

Perfect escape!

I've already caught a cold. When you take risks, you won't call a patient, right?

Zhang Xiao ran to a secluded place proudly.

He took out his health suit from the Qiankun bag, skillfully waved his wand to set up the rocking chair, and placed a pot of tea on the table next to him.

He found a small blanket to cover himself, squinting his eyes and enjoying the rare tranquility.

The sun shines through the branches of the forest and casts a fragment of light and shadow on the ground, which also falls on his face.

The warm wind blows across the black lake and becomes a gentle breath, gently blowing through the hair. The green grass, the sparkling lake, and the towering ancient castle come into view.

It's like a beautiful landscape painting.

Zhang Xiao was almost intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. He stretched out beautifully and took another sip of tea. With a slight exertion, the rocking chair began to creak and shake automatically.

Is this life so uncomfortable that it looks like a god?

Hey, I seem to have practiced a little too much these past two days, so I'd better take a nap to replenish my energy.

He took out the weakened version of the water of life and death that Professor Snape had brewed from his pocket, carefully dropped a drop into the tea, and shook it.

He nodded with satisfaction, it was probably enough for him to sleep for about 3 hours, and he happened to have dinner at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Lifting the tea cup and drinking it down in one gulp, Zhang Xiao wrapped the quilt tightly. Even if he was a Buddhist monk, he couldn't forget to cover his stomach.

You guys go ahead and take the risk, I’m asleep~~~~~~

A feeling like being in the clouds woke him up from his sleep. Zhang Xiao opened his eyes in a daze. Am I like Patriarch Chen Tuan, who achieved enlightenment in his sleep and ascended to immortality?

Where is the fairy? What about Xianle? How not?

Then play music and dance!

"Zhang! You finally woke up!"

A surprised voice came from his ears. Zhang Xiao rubbed his eyes and realized his current situation.

Malfoy was seen running very fast, and his platinum-blond hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his scalp.

His pale cheeks were flushed from running.

This is a passage, and behind them is the person Zhang Xiao least wants to see at the moment.

Hermione and her two useless men.

Malfoy held a thin rope in his hand, which was tied to his rocking chair.

Apparently he cast a levitating spell on his chair.

Zhang Xiao looked at Malfoy with a complicated face, filled with endless desolation and grief.

"Draco, are you flying a kite here?"

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