Chapter 297 Hot Wheels

No matter how reluctant they were, the music would end and everyone would disperse. Everyone said goodbye reluctantly and prepared to leave. The little wizards wanted to start together from Zhang's house, but the destructive power of these naughty children together was really terrifying.

The discerning parents had long seen what these children were thinking. Mrs. Weasley, who had already felt that she had brought trouble to the Zhang family, firmly rejected the request from Fred to Ginny.

Although Malfoy could stay, he wanted to stay with his parents for a while after not seeing them for a long time.

So Zhang Xiao, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu stood at the door and watched the Grangers' car start slowly and orderly, and Sirius's sports car roared and sped away.

Arthur and his wife, Bill and Charlie stretched out their arms, let the twins and Ron and Ginny hold them, and disappeared on the spot with the crackling sound of Apparition.

Finally, the Lucius family gracefully said goodbye to the three people, got on the exquisite magic carriage that could conceal their whereabouts and was invisible to Muggles, and disappeared at the end of the street with a faint mist.

Only then did the family completely relax. Zhang Chengdao yawned: "Apparition is really convenient. Xiaoxiao, don't work hard these two days, just relax."

Zhang Xiao looked at the concerned expressions of his father and mother. He knew what his parents meant. Even on this day when everyone was gathered together, he did not slack off and always found a quiet and deserted place to practice.

I also know why this happened, because of the sense of urgency, because I knew that the Great Displacement Talisman might not work sometimes, and because of many other things.

Because I fought with Dumbledore for the first time and saw the arrangement that Voldemort was most proud of, I looked up and the fog that had originally shrouded me in front of me dissipated a little, and I vaguely saw how high the ceiling was.

And what my father and mother said about the unusual movements in the country, these things are like something unspeakable pressing on my chest, which is more like an instinct.

It was not until my father suddenly said this that Zhang Xiao realized that his parents had already seen his state:

"Well, I know."

Li Qingshu touched his head and said gently: "Haste makes waste, the way of cultivation should be gradual and natural, these are all great principles, but in reality, we also need to combine work and rest.

Relax when you should play, play seriously, and concentrate when you should invest.

Xiaoxiao, Dad and Mom are always there."

In the next few days of vacation, Zhang Xiao really did what he said, and threw aside the sense of urgency that was there and not there, like a thorn in the back. Even if he was uncomfortable and couldn't help wanting to practice, he still used great willpower to force himself to hold back.

Instead, he became more involved in playing this behavior, and he also prepared a set of things for the glove lady, although there were only some classic but indeed ancient games.

But Zhang Xiao had a lot of fun playing, and even after completing Super Mario for the first time, he actually had some small insights.

Even if the soundtracks of these games are only simple electronic sounds, the pictures are some mosaic-like color blocks, which cannot be compared with the exquisite 2k and 4k games in the original time and space.

But these games can only focus on one thing, that is, gameplay. As a game, isn’t the most important thing fun, and then other things?

After Zhang Xiao played happily for two days, he suddenly found that the feeling of chasing life before was gone. Even when he was playing happily, he forgot the problems that had arisen from cultivation that had been lingering in his mind every moment.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you doing?"

Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu stretched their heads curiously, watching their son looking at a complex drawing, holding a small square with a silver pattern on the surface.

At this time, the pavilion in the garden was snowing heavily outside, and thick snow was piled on the lush plants, reflecting the blue and white, but there was a different kind of interest.

Snowflakes disappeared after flying into the lake. Looking down from the sky, the surroundings were covered in silver, and only this small artificial lake was still rippling.

"Oh, isn't this the Christmas gift Mr. Dumbledore gave me last year? It's very magical. It's the work of Nicolas Flamel, the most powerful alchemist in the West.

I ignored it before, and I think I should use it, otherwise it would be a waste."

Zhang Xiao tossed the silver cube, which he privately called the 'Hradic Cube', up and down, with his eyebrows raised, looking very proud.

"Oh? Nicolas Flamel's work? I have heard of this master, what is the use of this little thing?"

"It's very useful, for example, ha--" Zhang Xiao held his breath and concentrated, and the cube suddenly cracked into cracks, and then rotated very quickly. During the transformation process, Zhang Xiao slapped the Qiankun bag again, grabbed a handful of things and threw them in.

The transformation time of a little more than a second passed in a flash, and when the transformation was completed, a silver-shining m1911 appeared in his hand.

Zhang Xiao pulled the slide, aimed directly at the lake and pulled the trigger. A series of crisp gunshots rang out. Zhang Chengdao opened his mouth and pointed at the gun, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

"No, this thing can also turn into a gun?"

Li Qingshu observed more carefully: "Xiaoxiao, are those bullets you just grabbed?"

"Yeah, it's a bullet -" Zhang Xiao's hand turned into a ball of afterimages in an instant, and he quickly dismantled the m1911 into a pile of parts: "General transformation techniques can only change the appearance, look like, touch It looks similar, and a more powerful transformation technique can even simulate activation.

But unless you have studied the structure in detail and know the mechanical functions well, what you create can only be regarded as a model.

And just having a gun is not enough, you also have to have bullets, which is even more difficult, because the deformation spell cannot produce the kind of bullet with a primer, it is not made of one thing. "

Zhang Chengdao frowned and thought for a while, and said thoughtfully: "Listening to what you said, it is a bit like the Taoist sect's deception. It is only superficial but not true."

Li Qingshu pointed at the small silver cube that had transformed back again and said, "So this thing can have both appearance and reality, and what you see is what you get?"

"Almost, it can record more than 200 mechanical creations." What my parents said is quite right.

"Then this is really a treasure - Principal Dumbledore is interested." Li Qingshu sighed. Is there anything with a similar concept in Taoism? Yes, but the concept is similar.

It is a thing called "ruyi". Reciting a spell can help you simply achieve some things you want to do, such as making water out of thin air, making fire, and turning it into weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks.

Simple functions such as this, but it cannot perform complex mechanical changes such as squares. It can only be said that inches are longer and rulers are shorter.

"It's okay. Our Taoist sect has also helped Dumbledore a lot. People of his level will not value these things, nor will they value the so-called taking advantage. The pattern is there."

Zhang Chengdao didn't pay too much attention. He was considered an expert, and he was quite sure of his father's mentality.

If Zhang Xiao knew that Dao Sect still had treasures like Ruyi, he would take Gao Luo and put them together with the cube, and combine Chinese and Western elements to make a simple wishing machine.

Zhang Chengdao got a small red clay stove, threw a few pine cones into it, and photographed a bunch of snowflakes out of thin air. He was about to throw it into the small teapot on the stove, but he remembered that the pollution in London was very serious.

He shook his head and threw the snowballs he had taken aside. He could only pour some mountain spring water brought from China. The clear spring water slowly filled the teapot.

The pine cones on the small stove were burning cracklingly, gradually emitting a soft sound similar to pine wood. The flames gently licked the bottom of the small teapot, and soon a trace of heat steamed from the lid. rise.

The couple waited for the water to boil and watched their son busy, then asked curiously:

"Then what are you doing now?"

Zhang Xiao was distracted, and the small silver cube in his hand that was slowly deforming suddenly shook and turned into a strange-shaped thing.

It failed. He used the wand to restore the cube, but Zhang Xiao didn't care. This small cube was just as Dumbledore said. The complex and precise transformations played a great role in improving his transformation skills.

Failure once or twice is nothing, just treat it as practice anyway.

Zhang Xiao put the cube aside, picked up the drawing, shook it, looked at it carefully and said, "Didn't I get a Harley motorcycle some time ago? I plan to give it to Professor McGonagall as a gift."

"Wait a minute! What are you talking about? Give that old lady Mai a motorcycle as a gift?" Zhang Chengdao's eyes widened, and he wanted to open his son's head: "Do you like it?"

(McGonagall put on the broomstick goggles that had been hidden in the box for decades, put on the faded Quidditch leather jacket, turned the accelerator, and rushed into the sky. On the exhaust pipe, "Hoburg's fastest" , the Chinese characters for "noisy and superior" shine brightly).

"Then I will definitely not give anything that the professor doesn't like. Dad, do you know what Gryffindor's house slogan is?"

"Um?"

"Gryffindor, courage is supreme. Our dean can turn into a cat. The holy fire shines brightly. All my disciples will meow, meow, meow."

Zhang Chengdao, Li Qingshu:?!

Zhang Xiao laughed loudly: "I made it up, but Professor McGonagall is just like Hermione, with a Ravenclaw head and a Gryffindor body. She must like it!"

(McGonagall stepped on the gear and turned the accelerator to the limit. The flying motorcycle made a deafening sound, blue flames spewed out of the exhaust pipe, and flew out instantly. Dumbledore held a piece of sizzling bees. Tang, standing at the window, looked at Professor McGonagall who had turned into a black dot, and almost bit her finger.)

Shaking the drawing in his hand: "This is the design of the turbojet that I prepared to accelerate the flying motorcycle. It took a lot of effort."

Zhang Chengdao slapped his head and suddenly realized: "It's the one you asked me to find someone to design. Then why did you change into this whirlpool?"

"Wait a moment, it will be finished soon, just a little bit away."

Zhang Xiao held the cube in the palm of his hand and stared at the drawing attentively. As time went by, the cube began to shine little by little, as if there were thousands of secrets flowing in it.

Seeing their son's concentration, the couple stopped disturbing him. Just as the water in the heater was boiling, it was bubbling. The water was clear and steaming like clouds.

Li Qingshu took out the bamboo tongs that had a crystal clear surface and picked up some tea leaves. This unknown tea leaves must be boiled to get the three flavors.

After a while, Zhang Chengdao's fingers lit up with a faint golden light, but he directly lifted the hot handle of the kettle, and the kettle nodded three times in the air.

The small teacup on the stone table had already been filled with tea, and Li Qingshu was not idle either, but she lit a homemade incense, which flowed down the small hole like water, and soon covered the stone table.

The family of three was in this stone pavilion, watching the heavy snow outside, sipping tea in small sips, no one spoke, there was always a kind of tranquility that was better than a thousand words.

The block in Zhang Xiao's hand flashed a strong light from time to time, and then it became a pile of strange objects again. This was a failure, and he could only start over.

But he was not discouraged. He had only failed a few times. In his previous life, if he didn't have enough patience to play those hardcore games, wouldn't he have died of a cerebral hemorrhage?

At that time, the boss was stuck for more than a day.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Chengdao had already brewed three pots of tea. The concept of time for practitioners is always weaker than that of ordinary people.

Even if he just quietly enjoyed the snow and drank tea, he did not feel bored, but enjoyed it.

"Hey! I am a Taoist priest!"

Zhang Xiao shouted excitedly, and saw the cube in his hand shaking violently, and a stream of light flowed. In just a moment, a pair of strange things appeared in his hand.

Li Qingshu gently hit him on the head and said with some anger: "How old are you, and you are still a Taoist priest!"

Zhang Xiao held his head, grinning and very happy. He didn't care about anything else. He stood up and stretched, holding the two strange things that the cube had turned into, and said excitedly:

"Dad, Mom, you can watch it——"

The couple put down the cups in their hands, sat up leisurely, and watched Zhang Xiao's performance with a smile.

A turbojet engine is a turbine engine, which is characterized by relying entirely on the flow of gas to generate thrust.

At low speeds, the airflow needs to be pressurized, but at supersonic speeds, it does not, because the pressure itself has exceeded the compressor.

But do wizards need these? No!

As long as the whirlwind sweep is enough and strong enough, there is no need for pressurization! As long as the strength is strong enough, the fuel will always be enough!

Zhang Xiao shook the little thing in his hand that was a mixture of human technology and magic support transformation. What was sucked in was wind, and what was sprayed out was fire.

Relying on the rotation of the rotor to generate power.

So this is - Hot Wheels!

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