9月1日.国王十字车站熙熙攘攘,麻瓜们对隐藏在车站墙内的魔法世界浑然不知.张明站在九号站台和十号站台之间的坚固屏障前,嘴角挂着一丝淡淡的,饶有兴味的微笑.
"原来他们是这样隐藏的,"他沉思道,他的灵性感知已经开始剖析这些魔法.一个与物理结构相连的空间褶皱,被一层感知过滤器掩盖.聪明.但是...粗糙.
[检测到空间异常]
[分析:单向空间网关.稳定性评级:C-（勉强可用.检测到明显的能量波动）]
[结论:这东西简直就是个定时炸弹.一阵微风就能把人吹得撞到墙上.]
张明不禁摇了摇头.一个拥有千年历史的魔法文明,这就是他们目前最好的大众运输方案?如果这就是他们奠基之作的标准,难怪他们的能源效率如此低下.
他的思绪被一阵熟悉的喧闹声打断了.
"快点!都快十一点了!珀西,你先和金妮——"
韦斯莱一家走上站台.张明饶有兴致地看着红头发的孩子们一个接一个地冲向墙壁,消失不见.
"我的天哪,"他身旁传来一个低语.张明瞥了一眼,看到哈利·波特脸色苍白,神情紧张地站在一个蓬松头发的女孩旁边,女孩的眼睛里充满了求知欲.
"真令人着迷,"女孩——他记忆中是赫敏·格兰杰——轻声说道,"如此大规模地运用选择性感知咒..."
"第一次来吗?"一位和蔼丰腴的女士——莫莉·韦斯莱——问哈利和赫敏,然后她的目光落在了张明身上."哦!你好,亲爱的.需要帮忙吗?很简单,只要径直走到九点和十点之间的栏杆那里就行了.不要停,也不要害怕!"
张明恭敬地鞠了一躬."谢谢您,韦斯莱夫人.我只是在考察...这道大门的结构完整性.它似乎有些不稳定."
莫莉眨了眨眼,显然一个字也没听懂."那...门?哦,是墙!亲爱的,它用了好多年都没问题.快点,时间不多了!"
哈利和赫敏犹豫片刻后顺利穿过墙壁,张明也走到了墙边.但他没有跑,而是停了下来,将一只手平放在冰冷的砖墙上.
他心想,不如做点社区服务吧.一缕比发丝还细的金色真气从他指尖流出,渗入砖石之中.任何魔法之眼都无法察觉,墙内却闪烁着错综复杂的符文回路,加固了空间魔法的脆弱边缘,稳定了能量流动.整个过程只用了十秒钟.
[空间门户已稳定]
[稳定性升级至:A（最佳.只需极少维护,至少可使用二十年）]
[消耗真精华:0.5%]
"Much better," Zhang Ming murmured, satisfied. He then simply stepped through the wall as if it were mist.
Molly Weasley, who had stayed to ensure he made it, stared open-mouthed at the spot where he'd vanished. The wall had... glowedfor a second. She shook her head, deciding it was a trick of the light.
On the other side, the scene was pure chaos. A magnificent, scarlet steam engine—the Hogwarts Express—puffed smoke, while owls hooted, cats meowed, and students shouted goodbye to their parents.
Zhang Ming's first thought was: A steam engine? How... quaint. And environmentally inefficient.
His second thought was interrupted by a panicked shriek.
"Help! Somebody!"
A round-faced boy—Neville Longbottom—was being chased by a furious, screeching owl. Harry was trying in vain to call it back. "Hedwig! Stop!"
[Magical Creature Analysis: Owl (Female). Status: Agitated. Cause: Unknown magical interference triggering territorial instincts.]
Zhang Ming sighed. He pointed a single finger, not even bothering with a wand or a word. A pulse of pure, calming spiritual energy shot out, enveloping the owl. Instantly, the bird stopped mid-flight, blinked, let out a confused "Hoot?", and landed gently on Harry's shoulder, nuzzling his ear apologetically.
The immediate area fell silent. Everyone stared at Zhang Ming.
"Wicked!" a red-headed twin—Fred or George—exclaimed.
"How did you do that?" Hermione demanded, her eyes blazing with intellectual hunger. "That wasn't a spell! There was no incantation, no wand movement!"
Zhang Ming turned to her. "The spell was unnecessary. The creature's mind was in disarray. I simply... restored order." He looked at Harry. "Your owl is fine. She was reacting to a disruptive energy signature nearby."
Before Hermione could barrage him with more questions, a drawling, unpleasant voice cut through the air.
"So this is where the famous Harry Potter is hiding."
Draco Malfoy, flanked by his two hulking cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, had arrived. He looked Zhang Ming up and down with disdain. "And who's this? Your new bodyguard, Potter? He looks a bit... foreign."
Ron Weasley bristled. "Piss off, Malfoy!"
Zhang Ming simply raised an eyebrow. "Draco Malfoy. Son of Lucius Malfoy. Who, according to Gringotts records, recently lost thirty-seven thousand Galleons in a rather poor investment in cursed Egyptian artifacts. My condolences."
Draco's pale face went sheet-white. "How... how dare you! My father—"
"Is a valued Gringotts client," Zhang Ming interrupted smoothly. "But my account clearance is two levels higher than his. So, if you're here to measure social status, you've already lost." He took a subtle step forward, allowing a fraction of his Golden Core pressure to leak out—not enough to harm, but enough to feel like a sudden drop in atmospheric pressure.
Draco and his goons instinctively stumbled back, gasping. "I... I..." Draco stammered, unable to form words under the invisible weight.
"I suggest you find your compartment," Zhang Ming said, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. "And tell your father that 'pure-blood' superiority is an outdated concept. True power comes from knowledge. Something you clearly lack."
Humiliated and terrified, Draco fled, his cronies scrambling after him.
The silence he left behind was broken by Ron's gleeful whoop. "Did you see his face?! Priceless!"
"That was incredible!" Harry said, relief evident on his face.
"But how did you know about his father's finances?" Hermione asked, ever the pragmatist.
"Gringotts values discretion, but some information is... accessible, with the right credentials," Zhang Ming said cryptically. He then looked at the group: Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the hovering Weasley twins. "I believe our train is about to leave."
They found an empty compartment, and the moment the door slid shut, Hermione launched her interrogation. "You said you 'restored order' in the owl's mind. How is that possible without Legilimency? And the pressure you exerted on Malfoy—that wasn't a magical duelist's technique! What are you?"
Zhang Ming smiled. These children were sharp. "What I am is a student of... a different school of thought. One that believes magic—or what you call magic—is merely a form of energy. And energy can be understood, controlled, and manipulated directly. Without the crutch of a wand or specific words."
He held up his hand, and a sphere of pure, golden light—a condensed wisp of his true essence—appeared above his palm. It pulsed with a warm, vibrant energy that felt entirely different from the magic they knew.
"The first step is to learn to feel that energy within yourselves. Not as a vague force you channel through a wand, but as a tangible river flowing inside you."
"Can you teach us?" Harry asked, his green eyes alight with a mixture of hope and curiosity. Ron nodded eagerly, and even the twins looked seriously interested.
Hermione leaned forward. "Yes, please. I've read all the textbooks, but they never explain the why, only the how."
"很好,"张明说道,"我来做个小小的示范,让你们感受一下."他空着的那只手做了个细微的动作.六个淡淡的金色符号,只有他们的灵力才能感知,射出并轻轻触碰了他们的额头——这是基本的"启蒙符印",可以暂时提升他们的内在觉知.
"闭上眼睛.呼吸.试着忽略外面的世界.将注意力集中在内心.感受皮肤下的温暖,悸动和流动.那就是你的力量."
时间一分一秒地过去.突然,赫敏倒吸了一口气."我感觉到了!就像...我胸口有一团光!"
"我也是!"罗恩惊呼道,"浑身都酥麻麻的!"
"我感觉到了...一些东西,"哈利说道,他微微皱了皱眉,手不由自主地摸向自己的伤疤.
张明的灵力锁定在了那道疤痕上."找到了,"他心想,感觉到了藏在里面的邪恶寄生灵魂碎片. "以后再说吧. ""别在意任何不适,哈利.顺其自然就好."
很快,六人皆成功感知到了自身的内在能量.张明回想起那些符咒.课程结束了,但火花已被点燃.
苏格兰乡村的景色掠过眼前,张明阐述了他的计划."我打算在霍格沃茨成立一个学习小组,一个可以好好研究这些想法的地方.我们就叫它...科学与修炼研究俱乐部吧."
这个名字引来众人既困惑又兴奋的目光.
"我们在哪里见面?"乔治（也可能是弗雷德）问道.
"霍格沃茨有一间房间,"张明说,"一间可以变成你需要的任何房间.我们会在那里见面."
接下来的旅程充满了疑问,猜测和日益增长的期待感.张明注视着他的第一批潜在新兵,一种满足感油然而生.
"一切都在按计划进行,"他心想,火车继续向北行驶."霍格沃茨恐怕要措手不及了."