On the weekend, Zhang Xiao sneaked out early in the morning, not early, with his popularity and popularity at school, there were even little girls in the second and third grades who secretly sent him autumn waves.

What are you thinking, sister! I'm only 11 years old, can I do this?

After rejecting a large number of student groups, such as the Gobble Stone Club and various Quidditch clubs, Zhang Xiao felt that there would be more and more such things in the future, so he had to take action.

Although the Hogwarts course is very easy for me, I still have the self-study course of Dragon Tiger Mountain, and with the gradual deepening of the progress of the entry, it seems that it is not far from the 8 characters are fully bright.

I have to find a quiet place where no one disturbs me, and after this thought, Zhang Xiao first thought of the Responsive House that Hogwarts must go to check in.

Coming to the eighth floor of the castle, Zhang Xiao immediately found the huge tapestry.

It depicts several trolls in ballet costumes, holding sticks and beating a male witch who is also wearing a ballet costume.

This is the troll stick beating the stupid Barnabas.

Zhang Xiao admired the tapestry for a while, then stood in front of the bare wall opposite, closed his eyes and said silently in his heart:

"I need a quiet place to practice my magic."

After repeating it like this three times, Zhang Xiao opened his eyes, and a wide door had appeared in front of him.

There are intricate patterns on the gate, revealing a sense of vicissitudes washed by time.

When you open the door and walk in, the first thing you see is a small empty square, about half an area of a basketball court.

There were also rows of life-tall dolls on the side, some wearing iron armor, some wearing leather armor, and some wearing nothing at all, revealing their bare wooden bodies.

Surrounding the small square is a stack of thick cushions, and the whole room has no windows, but the soft light fills every corner, and it is unusually comfortable.

The floor is covered with square bricks, and you can faintly see that there are many strange words flowing on it.

Is this the protective magic of the Room of Requirement? Because your mind is to practice spells? Zhang Xiao touched her chin and thought thoughtfully.

There are many conjectures about the previous life of the Bing House, which is generally divided into several genres, but Zhang Xiao is not very interested in pursuing the secret behind the Bing House.

If it can be used, why bother to get to the bottom of it.

Pulling out his wand and re-practicing the spell he had already learned, Zhang Xiao seemed a little reluctant when he found that his wand was casting protective magic.

But when he released the offensive spell, he was as excited as if he had turned on the vibration mode, and he almost shouted: "Slam the rod into the dog's head on the opposite side!" Today, the rod will be released, and it will be a-stirring stick! ”

Like a certain Slytherin predecessor, he also chose armor to protect himself and pass out, and other spells similar to obstacles, except for your weapons, were also practiced by the way.

Blazing spells pierced the air with a blinding glow and struck the targets, sending the poor targets flying in all directions.

But soon the targets recovered themselves under the pull of a magical force, and then returned to their original places.

He also raised his wooden arm with a creak and made a defiant gesture.

Can this be endured?

Zhang Xiao raised his wand, his mouth was as fast as announcing the name of the dish, and several spells kept switching, and in the process, he could clearly feel that he was becoming more and more familiar with the spells.

Sometimes it's not just smart that you can take shortcuts, and in his previous life he understood this truth, talent determines your ascent speed, but hard work is what ultimately determines your height.

"Faint!"

After hitting the spell on the target, Zhang Xiao, who was out of breath, slowly sat down on the mat.

The hand holding the wand was shaking, and the sweat soaked the black hair, and strands stuck to the forehead.

The black Slytherin robe had long been thrown away, and the white shirt he was wearing had been soaked and transparent, sticking to his body.

He pulled out a watch, bit the cap of the ballpoint pen with his mouth, and slowly filled in a number in the small square on it.

36！ This is the number of spells that can be released without interruption, and it is also his limit, from the day he got the wand, Zhang Xiao began to record the number of times he released his spells.

Sure enough, there is a problem, according to what I understand, the magic power of the little wizard is increasing year by year over time, excluding the special phenomenon of magic explosion, the overall curve should be smooth and upward.

The Dao Gate is similar, although there is a method of refining Qi, but the speed is extremely slow, otherwise there would not be so many crooked ways.

But now the numbers in the table don't say that, although the overall is still up, the beating is more obvious, and the curve is staircase-like.

Pick out the dates of each sudden uptick, there must be something the same thing happening on these days that led to the increase in mana.

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up, could it be... Meditate?

There is a big difference between meditation and meditation, and generally speaking, meditation is a state of extreme relaxation, and can even be used as a means of rest.

However, the real meditation and meditation of the Daomen is to look for the restless movement in the extreme stillness, and to explore the mystery of the Tao with the movement, just like the yin and yang fish, the static pole is vivid, the movement is extremely static, and all things are negative yin and embrace yang.

Therefore, it is extremely laborious to meditate, and Zhang Xiao does not enter this state of true enlightenment every day, usually about twice a week.

At present, the sample is still too small, and it is better to wait for more data to determine whether the sudden increase in the number of times you cast a spell has anything to do with meditation.

If that's really the case... Isn't that version of the answer a combination of Chinese and Western, stylistic... Ahh

Don't underestimate this little improvement, it's simply unimaginable, because the vast majority of people don't have any way to improve except for staying up for time.

Even if you increase it by one thousandth at a time, it is quite a scary number over time, because it counts as multiplication!

He took out a small jade bottle from the Qiankun bag, poured out a small pill to replenish his physical strength and threw it into his mouth, slowly feeling the pill turn into a sweet liquid and enter the stomach at a very fast speed.

Zhang Xiao suddenly remembered Professor Snape, if he saw this oriental method of refining 'potions', he would probably be very interested, right?

It's a pity that he can't chew too much, and the alchemy is still forgotten, anyway, as a father, he is destined not to lack these things.

After resting for a while, the room resounded with the crackling sound of a spell, constantly squeezing the potential before climbing higher peaks and seeing the scenery that others could not see.

Let yourself be distracted, concentrate on approaching that purity, and then, surpass yourself!

……

By the time Zhang Xiao walked out of the room with request, the sky was completely covered by night, and he staggered back to the bedroom, and after taking a hard shower, he collapsed directly on the bed.

Although both mentally and physically reached the limit, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but smile.

It's nice to have to think about nothing and just concentrate on one thing.

It was a fulfilling day......