Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The surrounding treehouses suddenly twisted.

Zhang Xiao felt like he was flying, flying very fast and flying backward.

Various blurry clouds and shapes passed before his eyes, everything around him was moving backwards rapidly, and various noisy sounds formed a strange sound.

Finally his feet touched solid ground again, and the world became clear again.

Zhang Xiao found himself standing in the courtyard behind the auditorium, with golden sunlight shining on the ground and fountain water gurgling. There were very few people around, and no one seemed to notice his presence.

"Zhang, didn't you just go there? Why are you back again?"

A little wizard who was not very familiar asked curiously. He was practicing the floating spell, and the target was the fallen leaves that were everywhere in the courtyard.

His friends were always around, for the little wizard often had strange accidents while practicing his spells.

For example, last time someone almost burned down the entire garden while practicing the disarming spell. Fortunately, another young wizard made a mistake while practicing the freezing spell and produced a lot of water.

Randomly finding a reason to cover up, Zhang Xiao quickly walked to a statue. This was an unknown witch holding a clay pot. As long as you stared at her for more than five seconds.

She will turn her head shyly, then squirt water from the clay pot and slap you in the face.

Zhang Xiao looked at it for a second or two and then turned away.

Before I got the time converter, I thought about a question. If I meditate and fall into trance, I can stay still for several hours.

If you use the time turner at this time, how will you appear?

I looked at the time and saw that it was an hour ago. I should be heading to the restaurant for dinner, so I was in a 'delegate' state now.

But I remember everything I did an hour before I came back.

Zhang Xiao rubbed his hair a little irritably. Zhang Xiao felt that his brain was about to be overloaded. This kind of theory involving time always has problems of one kind or another.

Zhang Xiao simply went directly to the big common room, went to the place where he had done experiments before, and then found a small cabin to read quietly.

When the time was almost up, he put down the book and carefully came to the door of the experimental wooden house.

Watching myself shaking the dice in the bowl, I put on a blindfold.

Then he walked in and opened the bowl, just like in the memory.

用魔杖在黑板上写下来了“1-3-3-3-4-6”

Will I flip the dice later, or for the sake of accuracy should I write down the numbers now?

Wait a minute, if the number I write is different from the number in the bowl, will I continue to move the dice?

This. What is this?

Zhang Xiao rubbed his forehead and felt that his brain was about to boil. He gritted his teeth and wanted to write the dialed numbers on the blackboard.

But when he wanted to pick up the pen, he was shocked to discover something else - he couldn't remember the number he dialed.

how so? Obviously I didn't remember it right just now. I only remembered that I would flip the dice, but other than the numbers in the bowl, I didn't remember the specific numbers.

Ten seconds passed in an instant, and Zhang Xiao simply stood in front of him.

But after taking off the blindfold, he opened the bowl as planned, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Zhang Xiao looked at himself with a complicated expression. He finally understood what Dumbledore meant when he said, 'The horrifying legends are all to scare you.'

He became invisible directly in front of him, okay?

Zhang Xiao simply sat down, face to face with himself, and watched him flip the dice.

The originally fuzzy memory immediately became clear. It turned out to be 1 o'clock.

So next, 'I' will shake the dice again, twice.

The result the second time was—well, it was exactly the same as before, I can’t remember it.

Zhang Xiao watched himself shaking the bowl, but his mind was racing wildly.

Just like the famous cat, the dice in this bowl could also be called 'Zhang Xiao's dice'.

First of all, I must make it clear that I am not from the future, but based on this moment.

But I have things in my mind about the future. Is this the script?

Looking at himself with his eyes closed, Zhang Xiao opened the bowl and wrote the numbers on the blackboard.

Did Dumbledore do any experiments?

It should have been done before, that is, the ones you told me, so what happened to the script?

There is also prophecy - according to Dumbledore, prophecy is an extremely lucky glimpse of the future at this moment.

Zhang Xiao watched in silence as he shook the bowl again.

I don't know the numbers here.

At this point, everything is clear.

If 'I' don't move the dice, then I have the exact future in my head, and that's the script.

But once I made the change, the future was completely different.

This is a false future.

What Dumbledore was trying to tell me was this, that the so-called future of the Time-Turner was just a rigid script.

It shows only one possibility of the future.

Zhang Xiao put away the things in front of him, stretched out, and put the time turner into his bag.

It's a good thing, but it doesn't stop there. It's equivalent to 8 more hours in a day.

So I still follow my own ideas and use all these 8 hours to improve myself.

As for the main body, I focus on learning magic.

All the courses that Hermione was obsessed with, uh, forget it, like Divination, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, these courses didn't mean anything to her.

Hagrid's class was in the afternoon. The big man went to the restaurant in the morning and said happily that he had been waiting for today for a long time.

Malfoy was so worried that he didn't finish his breakfast. He imagined a series of extremely dangerous magical creatures such as giants and fire dragons.

Zhang Xiao found his classmates and walked towards Hagrid's hut together.

Yesterday's rain has stopped, the sky is clear and light blue, and the grass underfoot is soft and moist.

When walking down the slope to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, there were three very familiar figures walking in front of them. Harry, Ron and Hermione were holding books tied with ropes in their hands like they were carrying a meteor hammer.

Not just him, almost most of the students who came to class did this. A few of them carried it in a cage, and the highly offensive book roared in the cage, looking for something to bite everywhere.

"Man, I think this class is guaranteed to lead to an accident."

Ron looked pale and showed the tooth marks on his arm to Zhang Xiao and Malfoy.

"I bet my savings of 12 Sickles and 6 Nuts that Hagrid will find this book very cute."

“Ron, while stroking the spine of a book can calm it down, that doesn’t mean you can pull the bookmark strip.

That's its tail. "

Hermione shook her head, her expression slightly tired. The burden of using the Time Turner is actually not small. An hour's worth of information is suddenly crammed into your brain.

It was uncomfortable for everyone. Even Zhang Xiao's body, which was both internal and external, was in a daze for a while.