Zhang Xiao opened his eyes to the familiar ceiling and the bandages wrapped tightly around his body.
The air carried the distinctive scent of sun-warmed surroundings, along with the pungent "fragrance" of potions that went straight to his brain.
The Hogwarts Hospital Wing, his promised land, the kingdom of Zhang...
Praise the supreme sovereign of the Hospital Wing!
Praise our lord!
Damn it, did I have to spend time in the Hospital Wing every single term?
There were only two days left this term! Two more days, and I could have broken this "Hospital Wing curse."
Zhang Xiao recalled that painful scene he would rather have forgotten.
His body had barely been holding together, and after the crushing pressure of Apparition, all its injuries had erupted at once.
Dumbledore had watched blood spray from Zhang Xiao like water from a watering can. Countless tiny wounds had appeared across his skin.
Only then had he realized how many internal injuries Zhang Xiao had suffered during their brief fight.
Every action had an equal and opposite reaction. The Golden Light Spell was indeed powerful, and it had protected his body. Otherwise, that terrifying explosive force could really have torn him apart.
But even the Golden Light Spell had its limits. Achieving so much with three inches of golden light would have earned praise from Zhang Chengdao for the purity of his son's golden light.
That final blow, powerful enough to shatter metal and split stone, had not only broken Dumbledore's impregnable Shield Charm. The recoil had also inflicted tremendous damage on his body.
He had to admit that wizards' ability to impose their will on reality was powerful indeed.
In particular, their instinctive ability to warp incoming harm was like passive damage-reduction armor. Only damage they did not understand-true damage-could bypass