The "crunch" thinking hut faithfully replicated the details of the memory, and the door still had a small noise.

The light from the bedroom poured out from the open door, leaving a narrow shadow behind Zhang Xiao, a lonely shadow.

"What am I expecting" Zhang Xiao shook her head with a wry smile, the curtains fluttered slightly, as in her memory, the familiar furniture and furnishings in the bedroom, but there were no familiar people.

Walking in with mixed emotions, there was a photo on the bedside table, Zhang Xiao picked up the photo frame, and gently wiped the dust that did not exist on it.

Looking at the girl who was smiling and showing her teeth, Zhang Xiao felt very sour in her heart.

When I pounced in front of the child, a large part of it was because the little girl looked like a girl

Buckling the photo frame upside down on the cabinet, Zhang Xiao stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the ordinary life that could never go back with infinite nostalgia, the tenderness in his eyes was finally replaced by firmness, and he turned his head and left the bedroom.

Beige walls, gray fabric sofas, wood-colored coffee tables, ugly folding tables, Zhang Xiao silently watched everything familiar around her rapidly darken, aging, just like a color photo faded all colors, and finally only black and white.

Irregular cracks appeared, turning into torrents of color swirling around, and when he stretched out his hand, this torrent of colors immediately seemed to be attracted by something, forming a funnel-shaped vortex, which quickly gathered towards his palm, forming a thick book.

Zhang Xiao stroked the word 'home' on the spine of the book, took a step, and came to the remaining room, which was his study.

This place is a little different from before, and the rooms that used to have less than 10 bungalows have expanded to about 20 square meters.

After solemnly placing "Home" on the table, he began to look around the room.

There are rows of tall bookshelves around, and books are densely arranged on them.

These are my memories and cognitions?

Zhang Xiao had never experienced this kind of perspective of thinking, and he curiously pulled out a book that shone like a marquee.

The different responses of this book are as dazzling as fireflies in the night, and they must be recording my glorious moments, right?

With such an idea, Zhang Xiao casually turned to a page, only to see that it said, "Today, I confess to the girl I like, and I am going to use the action of the wall dong in the TV series"

"Smack!" Zhang Xiao closed the book with a blank face and stuffed it into the bookshelf, this is not over, with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen seals came out of nowhere, and the book was pasted tightly.

You said that you didn't record anything good, you have to record my embarrassing moments, and there are so many embarrassing moments of my social death that can form a book???

After a failed flipping experience, Zhang Xiao gave up the idea of continuing to flip through the bookshelf, and instead scanned the entire bookshelf as if he were looking at the entire bookshelf.

Some books have words written on the spine, such as "school", "eating", "games", and some have nothing, which should be trivial fragments of life.

On a bookshelf, Zhang Xiao also found the books he had read, which is too much, but most of the content in it is intermittent, is this because of forgetting?

According to Professor Snape, after building the temple of thinking, you can try to rub the contents of the book in your mind, which is very consuming, but it can be completely recorded, so that you can look through the memories in the temple of thinking.

After thinking about it, several huge bookshelves appeared again in the open space, and the next goal was to fill these bookshelves with rubbed books!

Next. That's why I'm here.

Zhang Xiao set her eyes on the other side of the bookcase, where some distorted scenes were slowly escaping from a book, the distorted power it emitted seemed to be like the beauty of a mobile phone, and the surrounding books were also twisted under its influence, bending and stretching into a strange shape.

It can only be said that the temple of thinking is indeed very powerful, maybe he can't provide power, but it intuitively reveals a lot of abstract things.

By the way, what about my memories that I have closed myself up?

Zhang Xiao immediately searched carefully on the bookshelf, and finally found a very unique book behind a bookshelf, very thin, but shrouded in a layer of mist, and nothing could be seen.

I tried to reach for it, but the mist immediately rolled up and turned into the color of a dark cloud, and the light of lightning and the dull sound of thunder were still faint inside.

Zhang Xiao could even feel a tingling sensation on his arm, and the fine hairs stood up.

Retracted his hand, and the strange feeling suddenly dissipated.

So what did I do to have such dangerous memories? Zhang Xiao pinched the bridge of her nose.

According to Professor Snape, if you want to block cognition, you just take out the things you want to seal and lock them with something full of symbolism.

Zhang Xiao thought for a while, hooked his finger at the book that exuded distorting power, and the book slowly floated over, suspended on his shoulder.

Next comes the symbolic stuff.

On one side of the room, a quaint cabinet slowly appeared, and the door opened, revealing the empty partition inside, and when the books floated in, the cabinet door immediately closed tightly.

Thick chains sprouted out of thin air like pythons, locking the cabinets tightly.

Zhang Xiao's brows furrowed slightly, and Lingjue immediately told him what he had forgotten, but he couldn't remember anything except that he had closed the knowledge of the spell system.

I've seen in my last life about the controversy over the origin of spells, Ron's wrong spells, and doubts about the magic of life. It's all gone from memory.

At the same time, he immediately felt a lot lighter, the previous feeling of being tense, as if walking with weights, dissipated, and the whole person actually had an unprecedented lightness.

At this moment, Snape's indifferent voice rang out in the room:

"Zhang, it's almost time."

The room was like a broken mirror, turning into tiny pieces and disappearing with the wind, Zhang Xiao only felt that it was dark in front of him, and when he regained his vision again, he found that he had returned to the underground office.

Professor Snape stood not far away, his hands clasped to his chest, most of his body hidden in the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"It's not a good time to stay in the temple of thought for too long when you're not proficient in magic, remember?"

Zhang Xiao nodded, and sure enough, she felt a dizziness in her head, this is different from "Golden Book and Jade Book", it was originally a treasure, just borrowing her own cognition.

But the temple of thinking is completely built by itself, and the consumption is naturally different.

Snape snorted lowly and tossed over a small bottle.

"Sober potion?" Zhang Xiao pulled out the cork, put it under her nose and sniffed, a spicy smell rushed straight to her brain, and she was a lot more sober.

Sure enough, it had to be the dean of his own house, and after thanking him, he was about to leave, but he heard Professor Snape suddenly say:

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Xiao watched curiously as Snape dragged out a cabinet in the corner with his wand, pointed to the plug and said in an inexplicable tone:

"Don't give a gift with a plug next time."

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)