December arrived, and as Christmas drew closer, the young witches and wizards grew restless with excitement.
In the end, Zhang Xiao abandoned his earlier, reckless idea. Professor Flitwick's advice had played a crucial part in that decision.
Those who listened to good advice reaped the rewards. If ordinary first-years were being impatient by pursuing advanced magic...
Then wasn't what he was pursuing another form of trying to force growth before its time?
Progress step by step, and success would come naturally. Zhang Xiao quietly committed those words to memory. They applied not only to magic, but to Daoist Magic as well.
He attended classes, read scriptures, and did his homework each day, somehow settling into a leisurely life at Hogwarts.
Or he would visit the vegetable patch to check on his crops. He also introduced Hagrid to the idea of greenhouses. Hagrid didn't understand, but he was deeply impressed.
On another rare day of fine weather, Zhang Xiao found a spot outside the castle that was sheltered from the wind but still caught the sun.
He pulled a huanghuali recliner out of his bag, then set out a small tea table and a complete purple-clay tea set.
He filled the teapot with Aguamenti, then lightly tapped its lid with his wand. The water inside came to a boil almost instantly.
Magic was so handy!
No wonder Dad said magic took personal convenience to its absolute limit. Compared with Daoist Magic, magic was simply unbeatable when it came to everyday life!
He savored a sip of the pu-erh tea his mother had given him. It came from some nameless little mountain, but it tasted lovely.
He lay back in the rocking chair, eyes half closed, enjoying the warmth of the winter sun.
So comfortable...
Being wrapped in that warm sunlight made