Chapter 170 Is My ‘Resurrection Point’ the Infirmary?

Although he wanted to torture Lockhart a hundred times with the Crucible, Tom still suppressed his maliciousness like a poisonous snake.

Flattering words flowed out like instinct:

"Sir Lockhart, the most urgent thing is that we have to come up with a practical plan. As your most loyal admirer, I have a very... Oh no, it may be like a firefly and the sun compared to your great wisdom.

But it is still an interesting plan. Do you want to listen to it?"

After saying that, Tom was stunned again. Did I really say this disgusting thing?

Lockhart didn't know what Tom in the diary thought. He looked at the words in the diary and immediately showed an expression of enjoyment.

This strange book speaks well and has some "insignificant" talents. He really likes Tom more and more.

Lockhart picked up the pen with great interest:

"Oh? Tell me about it?"

In the deep darkness, an illusory light came in through the gap, just like a faint light suddenly lit up in the dark night.

Zhang Xiao's eyelids twitched twice, and the darkness receded like a tide. There was a hazy light around, and he couldn't see anything clearly until a long time later, when everything began to become clear.

His stagnant thoughts became active little by little. Looking at the blackout curtains and the familiar top around him, Zhang Xiao relaxed for a long time before realizing where he was.

Could it be that this infirmary has become my resurrection point?

I felt my physical condition, except for the sourness caused by sleeping too long, but my spirit was unexpectedly good.

"You are awake, great, bright, noble, and kind young master!"

A tiny voice sounded in my ears. I turned my head in surprise, but found a small house elf standing by the bed, holding a snow-white towel in his hand.

Looking at myself with surprise, the bright eyes like tennis balls have gradually become misty.

"Yushui?" Zhang Xiao sat up with some difficulty and asked in surprise: "Why are you here? Aren't you at Hagrid's? What happened?"

'Oh, the young master is so kind. The first thing he said when he woke up was to care about Yushui! '

Yushui was shaking with excitement. He held his hands on his chest, trembling with excitement, and said in a shrill voice:

"Yushui heard that the young master was injured, so he wanted to come and see the young master, and then he met a tall man with a long beard. He said-he was Dumbledore!"

At this point, Yushui screamed again. It can be seen that he also admired Dumbledore.

"After hearing that Yushui wanted to come and see the young master, the great Dumbledore generously allowed Yushui to come often! This gentleman is really a kind person!"

Zhang Xiao nodded, climbed up from the bed stiffly, moved his body, and asked casually:

"How long have I slept?"

Yushui's big eyes were immediately filled with confusion. Finally, he counted with his fingers for a while and stretched out his two small hands:

"The young master slept for so long!"

Ten days? Zhang Xiao's eyebrows suddenly raised high, a little surprised, the sequelae are so serious?

Then can this full liberation state still be used?

No, I had already consumed a lot before turning on the full liberation. Although the consumption of this state is indeed very large, it is definitely exaggerated to this extent.

Zhang Xiao silently thought about what inspiration he got this time.

First of all, once a battle occurs, if the normal state cannot be resolved, it is best to directly turn on the state and directly resolve the opponent, and don't drag it into a war of attrition.

In addition, skills are certainly important, but if the power exceeds a certain limit, as Professor McGonagall said, the opponent can be suppressed directly by the Transfiguration Spell.

So most dark wizards learn dark magic in the process of pursuing power.

And the most important thing is that I am not on the wrong path! Sealing my own cognition and re-establishing a standard spell system according to the path of young wizards does have a good effect on myself.

Professor Flitwick may have some misunderstandings about himself. Normally, everyone is climbing the stairs, and every time they accumulate some knowledge or insights, they will go up a step.

As the foundation and knowledge become more and more abundant, finally push open the door and come to a higher floor.

And me? It was almost like taking an elevator. Although I also saw the scenery of higher floors, I lacked the process of climbing stairs. I didn't see what the scenery was like on the lower floors.

So Professor Flitwick thought that I had completed the accumulation in the second year, but in fact I took a shortcut.

But so what?

Zhang Xiao lifted the cup. In the amazed eyes of the rain, everything around him seemed to have life, and the slippers danced tap dance by themselves.

The folded clothes floated in the air, and he walked over in a goose step. The teapot had cooled down, but now it was boiling "gurgling", and he poured himself a cup of hot water.

As he walked forward, he put on his clothes one by one, and when he walked to the window.

A cup of hot water just fell into his hand. Looking at Hogwarts outside the window, which was already covered with snow, Zhang Xiao suddenly smiled. The foundation is not solid? Just make up for it.

The rain stared blankly at Zhang Xiao standing by the window, leaning on the railing with both hands holding a cup of hot tea and sipping it. There was heavy snow outside the window, like a painting.

A painting deeply imprinted in memory and unforgettable.

"Rainwater"

The elf in a daze woke up immediately, ran to Zhang Xiao's side with his short legs, and asked with his head raised:

"Master, what do you want?"

Zhang Xiao blew away the hot air:

"Did Principal Dumbledore allow you to work at Hogwarts?"

Yu Shui immediately shook his head and said:

"No, the great Mr. Dumbledore asked Yu Shui if he was willing to stay in Hogwarts, but Yu Shui refused!"

"Ah?" Zhang Xiao was stunned: "Isn't this a good thing? You all said that Hogwarts is the place you dream of."

"Yu Shui has to take care of the young master! Yu Shui told Dumbledore that he wanted to stay and learn the skills of elves, because Yu Shui's mother was beheaded by the old master before she taught Yu Shui anything and hung on the wall."

It turned around and pointed to the dense scars on its back: "These are all left by Yu Shui's old master. He said that Yu Shui was clumsy and didn't know anything, so he often punished Yu Shui."

Zhang Xiao shuddered. He had learned before that among these elves, Yu Shui was the youngest, probably less than 8 years old. The life span of elves is about the same as that of humans. 8 years old is just equivalent to a child.

After a moment of silence, he asked softly:

"Do you miss your mother?"

"Yes!" Rain suddenly looked around with his big eyes and whispered: "Every time the old master asked Rain to clean the corridor, Rain would whisper to the statue of his mother.

The first time Rain tried to talk to the statues of his parents, he was severely beaten by the old master!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly jumped up happily and cheered:

"Rain likes the young master, so Rain wants to take care of the young master, because the young master always speaks to Rain very gently!"

Zhang Xiao sighed. In fact, he didn't need anyone to take care of him at all, but the idea that the elves need to take care of others is deeply rooted. It is not realistic to let Rain find a free life.

He had to let it go to the kitchen first and stay with other elves.

Watching Rain disappear in front of him as a puff of green smoke.

Zhang Xiao drank the water in the cup in one gulp. Next, he had more important things to do.