In the mysterious fantasy world, Zhang Hao stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds, and the wings of thunder and lightning were brilliant.

Sometimes he looks like a monkey, sometimes he looks like a thunderbolt.

The sky is like a vast stage, allowing him to fly freely like a bird.

Ever since that day, he has completely let himself go.

Now, flying is like an instinct imprinted in his bones.

In the illusion, as long as the mind moves, you can rush to the sky.

After a long time, he slowly descended to the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The time is almost up, and the mana consumed is still a bit large! But if you can usher in the fourth mana run, it will be no problem to use it at a low frequency. ”

The newly created magic still has certain flaws, the first point is the high consumption of mana, and the second point is the lack of protection during flight.

Magic is like strength, and if a person can only lift one stone, he will have little energy to do anything else when he lifts it.

But if this man can lift a mountain, then he will have the energy to do other things while he lifts the stones.

Zhang Hao is currently subject to this kind of restriction, as long as he uses other magic while flying, his skull will hurt like a pinprick.

This is a sign of a lack of magic power, and if you forcibly use magic outside of your ability, you may become a retard.

So for now, it's a bit difficult to balance flying and protection.

But if you can do it a few more times, there will be no problems.

The sky was bright, and the illusion shattered.

Draco hadn't woken up yet, and the boy's sleeping position was amazing!

He rolled the quilt into a stick, and his legs were wrapped around it.

Zhang Hao took out his camera and quietly took a few photos of him.

He plans to show these photos to everyone at the right time.

Watching roommates mess up is also a kind of fun in student life!

After taking the photo, Zhang Hao woke up Draco with a amplification spell.

The kid seemed to be angry enough to get up, and he yelled angrily, "Bastard, can you be quieter next time?"

"Don't worry, even if your ears are deaf, Madam Pomfrey can heal them. Zhang Hao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hurry up! Today's first period is Potions class, you know the consequences of being late." ”

"Come less!" Draco glanced at the alarm clock and said angrily, "It's only seven o'clock, and it's still early for class!"

He could almost see the green tendons on his forehead, and he was obviously extremely dissatisfied.

"If you're still so lazy, I promise you'll never catch up with me for the rest of your life, whatever. Zhang Hao sighed: "In addition, I hope the dean will not ask you by name today, I guess you must not have studied the textbook yet." ”

With that, Draco panicked.

He put on his clothes as fast as he could, and cursed in his mouth: "You crow's mouth, if the dean orders me today, I won't be done with you!"

What can you do with me?

Zhang Hao smiled disappreciably, and then took the lead in leaving the dormitory.

There is no one in the common room, and most of the students are still sleeping under the covers!

Hogwarts follows the tradition of a regular English secondary school, where students start their first class at 9 a.m., and each lesson lasts only forty minutes.

It was less than twelve o'clock after the two classes in the morning, which was really relaxed compared to the schedule in Huaxia!

But even so, the students complained that they had to use the class.

From this point of view, the Chinese people are worthy of the most industrious name in the world.

Zhang Hao casually took out a book from his pocket, which was Principal Adson's collection.

After translating several books in succession, Zhang Hao was finally able to read these ancient books fluently.

The book in his hand records some ancient black magic.

This is useful for him, because if you want to defend against the dark arts, you have to know the dark arts.

If you expect to learn about the dark arts on the battlefield, you're going to die many times.

Books related to black magic are generally weird, and this one in Zhang Hao's hand is no exception.

As soon as you open the book, you can hear some mournful wails.

Even outsiders could hear it, like now—Draco was drawn to the sound of the book.

"What are you reading?" Draco frowned, "I think I hear some strange sounds, weird!"

"Nothing, just a magic book. Zhang Hao said casually: "A black magic book, we always have to understand what we will face in the future." ”

"You dare to learn the dark arts now?" Draco said in surprise, "I thought you only liked white magic!

"Dark magic is not a flood beast, as long as it is not used unscrupulously, it will not cause too serious an impact. Zhang Hao suddenly frowned as he spoke, he found something amazing in the book.

This book actually records how to make Horcruxes!

"Do you have any magic in this book that is suitable for me to learn?" Draco became curious about the book in Zhang Hao's hand, and he asked with a smile, "How about letting me learn two spells, and I am not to blame for the past?"

Zhang Hao quietly closed the magic book, and refused righteously: "I'd rather teach you the sun flare than teach you black magic!"

He didn't expect that when Draco heard this, his eyes would glow!

The kind of thief who is bright and the thief is bright!

"Really, the sun flare is not bad, so it was decided. ”