Zhang Xiao's strange behavior caught Hagrid's attention too. He looked at Zhang Xiao in puzzlement and asked:
"Zhang, what's wrong? Are yeh feeling ill? Want me to take yeh to the Hospital Wing?"
Zhang Xiao came back to his senses, his back already drenched in sweat. His face was a little pale, and he managed a weak smile at Hagrid.
"Thanks, Hagrid. It's nothing. I just remembered a few obvious mistakes in the essay I handed in to Professor Flitwick."
Could a few obvious mistakes in an essay really make him this worried?
Hagrid scratched his head. Was this how seriously Hogwarts' top students took their studies?
Remembering how often he had skipped his homework during his own days at Hogwarts, Hagrid rubbed his hands together guiltily, hastily found an excuse, and turned to leave.
Zhang Xiao held his trembling hand steady, slowly left the table, and headed for the Common Room.
His stomach was cramping with nerves. There was no way he could eat anything.
That terrifying, icy presence felt like something cold standing behind you in a pitch-black room at midnight, breathing against your neck.
And it kept growing stronger! Zhang Xiao felt his hands shaking harder and harder, until the presence finally reached a peak and vanished.
An icy chill filled Zhang Xiao's heart. This was even more frightening than when he had first detected that presence.
His spiritual sense was strong-or rather, no one in the Daoist Order had a weak spiritual sense. The Golden Light Spell's cultivation of both nature and life was no empty boast.
He still remembered his father telling him that spiritual sense was like a second pair of eyes for members of the Mystic Order.
It could help you sense things invisible to the naked eye.
When you encountered demons, monsters,