Chapter 134: The Art of Returning to Dreams

Chapter 135 The Art of Returning to Dreams

October has arrived, and the damp chill begins to diffuse in the air and penetrate into the castle.

Zhang Xiao had long given up the idea of ​​opening the door to the secret room in the bathroom on the third floor, and directly used various traps to turn it into a minefield.

Anyone who opens the door and triggers the trap will die miserably.

This period of time is surprisingly calm. The basilisk does not show up, the diary is still missing, and even Lockhart has been quiet recently, because Professor McGonagall will go to his class when he has nothing to do.

Lockhart had to give up his favorite drama performance and instead read the textbook he found in the corner dryly.

But I heard that he seems to have some new ideas. He has been writing letters non-stop recently and has ordered a lot of things.

The continuous rainy days caused a sudden cold among the faculty and students, which made the head nurse Madam Pomfrey busy.

Her stimulant has an immediate effect, but people who drink this potion will have smoke in their ears for several hours.

One day, the cold-faced dean Snape suddenly took out a large bottle of refreshing potion and gave it to Zhang, asking him to distribute it in the college.

When it comes to Madam Pomfrey's potion, the dean simply said that it was not bad. After all, Madam Pomfrey was also an outstanding graduate of Slytherin College.

But it is obvious that Professor Snape has stronger confidence in his potion.

Bullet-sized raindrops hit the windows of the castle cracklingly for several days without stopping. The lake water rose, and there was a mud flow in the flower bed. The pumpkins planted by Hagrid swelled up to the size of the flower shed.

Even Sister Bird and Norbert were reluctant to go out in this weather. Perhaps because of the climate and water and soil, Sister Bird was a little listless and often slept on her pillow.

Malfoy also caught a bad cold because of training in the rain and wind. Zhang Xiao poured a large mouthful of refreshing potion into him. He lay sickly on the sofa, with his platinum-colored hair sticking to his hair.

Steaming hot, it was like practicing some magic.

Malfoy and Weasley were very secretive about the result of the duel that day, and neither of them was willing to tell what happened.

But seeing the two of them with bruised faces and noses, and desperately wiping their mouths and brushing their teeth frantically after returning, everyone felt that something very interesting must have happened.

Hermione didn't know what she thought of, and her face turned red with excitement.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Potter's skills are indeed very strong. He is my biggest opponent in flying at school.

I don't have enough training to defeat him fair and square."

Malfoy curled himself in the armchair and said weakly.

Zhang Xiao glanced at him and shook his head helplessly, because the four colleges all used the same broom. Under the same hardware, the victory depends on the technical and tactical abilities of the players on both sides.

In this regard, Gryffindor has a high advantage. It must be said that Wood is a very good captain, and he leads the team very well.

Just like the little lions regard the Snake House as their biggest competitor, the little snakes also regard the Lion House in the same way. Recently, Slytherin's training has become more frequent because of the direct gap between the original captain Marcus Flint in tactics and intelligence.

As a result, the captain of Slytherin was replaced by another person.

"Draco, there is nothing to be afraid of in losing, because there are always winners and losers in the game. Anyway, just don't lose face in the loss."

The blazing fireplace reflected his face red. This boy, who was already famous in the whole school in his second year, was lazily leaning on the armchair, flipping through the ancient books in his hand.

This was sent by his mother, saying that it was interesting and relieved him.

Malfoy nodded, looking at Zhang Xiao's leisurely and comfortable appearance, he was very yearning. He never envied Zhang Xiao's family's wealth and status. What he really wanted was Zhang Xiao's calm attitude and calmness.

There seemed to be an inexplicable mystery in him, which attracted Malfoy to imitate unconsciously.

Malfoy reached out and took out a thick book "Five Thousand Years of Chinese History" from his small satchel, and followed Zhang Xiao's example to read it by the fire.

Speaking of which, Lucius finally couldn't stand his son's pleading, and with the help of Narcissa, he finally spent a lot of Galleons and asked someone to customize a small satchel for the traceless stretching spell.

Although limited by the level, this satchel is much larger than Zhang Xiao's Qiankun bag, and the space is just the opposite, the difference is huge, but Malfoy regards it as a treasure and carries it everywhere.

Even toothbrushes, cups, tableware and other things have to be put in, and then taken out when needed.

Ron and Harry are actually very envious, this kind of thing is really convenient, but they don't have the connections and financial resources like Lucius.

In the end, they can only turn their attention to the real brain-Hermione.

The little witch was furious. She hit them all hard and said in a shrill voice:

"That's the Constant Traceless Extension Charm! The Constant Levitation Charm! The Constant Anti-theft Charm! Constant"

She said a lot of things that Ron and Harry couldn't understand at all, until the last sentence:

"Even if I learn faster, I have to be in the seventh grade at least to try to make one myself! It's not that easy!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they heard this in their ears:

"Ah Baah Ah Baah Ah Baah - make one in the seventh grade - Ah Baah Ah Baah Ah Baah."

Seventh grade, that's pretty fast! The two kids high-fived immediately. It's great to have Hermione here!!

Zhang Xiao glanced at Malfoy, smiled, and cast his eyes on the thread-bound ancient book in his hand. This book looks like it has a history of at least hundreds of years, because he found a seal from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty on the title page.

I don't know how the Taoist sect preserves it, but it feels like a book that's more than ten years old.

This book is really interesting, similar to "Youyang Miscellaneous", which is a series of short stories.

It involves immortals, Buddhas, Taoism, ghosts, monsters, demons, people, animals, plants, wine, food, dreams, thunder, prophecies, and even palace secrets, etc. It is all-encompassing and bizarre and vivid.

Of course, some of the records in it are true and some are false. My mother said that it's okay to read it as a pastime, and there's no need to take it too seriously.

After reading a few interesting short stories, I found that the writing in ancient times was very compact. It may be because the ink was expensive. The ancients were very good at condensing a grand story with the least ink.

It seems that there are few words, but the information contained is very large.

He turned to the next page and saw such a story:

"There was an official who was good at a magical skill. He could enter people's dreams and see what the person had experienced in the past.

Because of this strange skill, he solved many difficult cases and became famous. One day, the superior gave him a case, saying that it was so tortuous and bizarre that no one could solve it.

Unexpectedly, after the official entered the dream and saw it, he screamed. The superior killed him and he bled to death.

An official who judged the case like a god died. The superior said that the judge was a monster that turned into a human form and practiced by eating people's dreams.

The man had his natural enemy in his dream. After seeing it, he was scared to death. To get rid of this monster.

Everyone felt sorry for it. Later, a master heard about it and sighed, saying that this monster only eats the dreams of evil people, never the dreams of good people. It judges cases like a god and uncovers countless injustices, but it was killed by design because it is a monster.

Then Shangguan's heart is not more vicious than a monster? Monsters have human hearts and tend to be good, but people with monster hearts are more terrifying than monsters. There is no such reason in heaven and earth.

The master broke into Shangguan's house at night, killed him, and took out his heart. It was indeed black. "

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up and he exclaimed softly. This story looks very simple. It is about proving good and bad. You should look at what he does instead of his identity.

The author probably wants to satirize the bad habit of judging people by their identity. The whole story may be fabricated, but the point is not this.

What he is really interested in is this dream-entering technique. If Taoism also has this kind of magic, then can you see what you did when you blacked out?

Zhang Xiao always felt that something important must have happened during the period of blackout. It was so important that even if he had blackouts, he still had a vague feeling in his heart that the improvement of his strength was closely related to that period.

Thinking of this, he immediately took out the telescope and started to contact his father. After a few simple words, Zhang Xiao went straight to the point:

"Dad, does our Taoist sect have a spell that can see what you have experienced in the past?"

Zhang Chengdao pondered for a while and said:

"Yes, the dream-returning technique, which is used for self-reflection, but the time of retrospection is not long, at most about half a month. It is considered a relatively unconventional spell."

Half a month? Zhang Xiao roughly calculated the time from the last time to now, only about ten days!

"Dad! I want to use that spell, is there any way?"

"Okay, I'll think of a way, but this spell is difficult to preserve, and I don't know if it will work. It's a pity that I can't teach you, otherwise you can just perform it yourself."

Zhang Chengdao's efficiency is quite fast. The next afternoon, he received an exquisite jade box with complicated patterns on it. The four sides of the box are lifelike four elephants.

The whole box exudes a faint light. Wow, the four elephants jade box is taken out?

This is a box that is generally used to seal rare spiritual objects. Is the dream spell so difficult to preserve this time?

Using the Taoist method, activating the golden light spell and pointing the sword finger at several places in the box in a certain order, the light on the box is bright and then subsided in an instant.

It opened by itself with a "click". There was a piece of talisman paper lying alone in the box, and there was a note next to it. Pick it up and read:

"After opening, use it within half an hour, otherwise it will turn into ash."

1 hour? Zhang Xiao put the box away and hurried to the room that answers all requests.

After summoning the practice room he often used, Zhang Xiao sat cross-legged on the mat, calmed his mind and calmed his emotions for a while, and then solemnly picked up the talisman paper.

As his father instructed, he pinched the formula and activated the talisman paper.

"Traveling Immortals Return to Dreams!

Interpretation!"

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