Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhang Xiao watched Myrtle leave without looking back, and then looked at the guy in front of him with a confused look on his face.

The other four little wizards also stood there blankly. After a while, Hermione asked curiously:

"Why are the tears Myrtle shed just now sparkling?"

"Those are 'ghost tears', a very rare thing, not the kind Myrtle usually sheds."

Nick, who was almost headless, said enviously:

"It can only come out when she is very emotional or when she thinks of forgotten memories. This means that she has recovered some important memories.

We are all afraid of death or become ghosts because of obsessions. We are born because of obsessions and are trapped by obsessions, so our memories lack a lot."

This is true, Zhang Xiao nodded lightly. If the memory persists, they are equivalent to encyclopedias, or even living fossils. Then the treatment of these ghosts must not be like this.

If the memory is not lost, and the entity can be manifested like Peeves, wouldn't it mean that he belongs to the first class of ghosts and immortals?

At this moment, the surrounding ghosts slowly gathered around, their white and transparent bodies flashing brightly and darkly like traffic lights.

The fat monk took a step forward, looked at him eagerly and expectantly and asked:

"Zhang, you just gave Myrtle a taste, didn't you? Please, can you let us taste it too? Just once, just once. I can't remember how long it has been since I tasted food."

The kind ghost of Hufflepuff shed big drops of milky white tears, and his expression became sad:

“When death came, my last thought was that delicious plate of apple pie at home that I hadn’t tasted yet. When I woke up, I found that I had become a ghost.

The obsession that made me become a ghost is food, but I can't taste the food at all. This is the cruelest punishment! "

Nick, who was almost headless, nodded equally desperately, not caring even if his head kept swinging back and forth on his neck.

Zhang Xiao pursed his lips and slowly looked around at the ghosts around him. Even Helena and Bloody Barro, who didn't seem to care, were also looking at him with expectant eyes.

Waving his hands in distress, signaling for the ghosts to quiet down, Zhang Xiao said helplessly:

"It's not that I don't agree, it's that I don't know how to do it. There are so many of you, so we have to do a ritual."

Doing a religious ceremony? Wait a minute. How about a religious ceremony?

It seems that last time I heard my dad talk about assessment and performance calculations, etc. This time I got him at least a few hundred ghosts at once. Does it count as a big deal?

"You guys, please wait a moment. I'll ask and give you an answer. If that doesn't work, I can only queue you up once a day."

The ghosts hurriedly took a few steps back, making 'shh' gestures to each other, and looked at him gratefully.

Zhang Xiao took out his telescope and called it to his father.

Malfoy was still explaining to the three little ones who saw the telescope for the first time:

"Look, that's a two-way mirror from the East. It's magical. Both parties holding the mirror can talk to each other anytime and anywhere."

Hermione's face turned red and she said excitedly:

"I know! I saw it in "Amazing Alchemy", but the production technology of the double-sided mirror has been lost. It is a very, very precious alchemy prop!"

Ignoring the chattering discussions of the four little wizards, Zhang Xiao quickly recounted the general situation after calling his father.

Unexpectedly, my father seemed to have misheard and asked a completely unrelated matter.

"Wait a minute, you just fiddled with it casually and let that little female ghost eat the sacrifice?"

Zhang Xiao was stunned, is there any other way to do this? Isn’t this how everyone visits graves?

Zhang Chengdao on the other side of the telescope was already a little doubtful about life. It seemed that his son's method was the same as that of a grave, but it was drawn by blood, the tombstone was there, and there were legacies.

Completely two different things!

It was so easy to add some incense to the wandering ghosts. Zhang Chengdao felt that he could no longer understand the extraordinary events that happened to his son.

Zhang Chengdao, who was tired, simply put the matter aside and couldn't think about it in detail. If he thought about it too much, his heart would easily be broken. After pondering for a while, he said:

"Performing a ritual ceremony is the best choice. We are Taoist priests, and it is appropriate to fulfill the simple last wishes of ghosts who have done no evil.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival, some incense is also offered to those lonely ghosts.

But this time is not coincidental, your mother and I probably won’t be able to leave during this time. "

Can't leave? This is a rare thing. Zhang Xiao has never seen his father unable to leave.

Suddenly he asked curiously: "What happened? Even dad, you can't leave?"

Zhang Chengdao said vaguely:

"Well, something happened here in the Forbidden City, and there was a big reaction. Experts said it was due to ferric oxide, so they suppressed it for the time being. But the matter must be dealt with. There is something locked underground. It's not peaceful.

We are not the only ones in Longhu Mountain. Well, I can’t say more. "

hiss! Zhang Xiao took a breath, this is a big deal! It's a pity that he can't go. He fantasized about it for a while, and then he was immediately discouraged when he thought that he was not even a formal Taoist priest.

When I return to China for the funeral, I don’t know if I can let my father take me to see him for a long time.

However, Zhang Chengdao gave a suggestion. He read a short passage of the memorial text. Because there were too many uncommon words in it, he simply sent it directly with a messenger.

"Dig a big pit or a big pot, light a fire, recite the ritual, throw it in, put food behind the pot, and that's it!"

Listening to this extremely simple operation, Zhang Xiao asked suspiciously:

"Dad, are you sure you can do this?"

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a while and said depressedly: "Serious rituals cannot be taught. Since you just succeeded in messing around with it, I have brought some formal rituals with me. It can't help but work, right?"

Zhang Xiao put down the telescope in his hand and faced the expectant eyes of the ghost and the adoring eyes of the four little ones.

broken! Let Xiao Ma get it right. Not only did he cause trouble, it was also a big deal.

This prophet gets a knife!

The four of them were sent out to get some simple meals. It would be a waste to bring too much. If it didn't work, they would have to wait for dad to free up time to perform rituals.

Asking the ghosts to line up, Zhang Xiao stretched out his magic wand and transformed a huge stone basin.

Throwing a fire talisman into the big basin, there was a bang, and a raging fire suddenly burst into flames in the big basin.

Zhang Xiao raised the memorial inscription, opened his mouth and read: "Qi Jiejie, Dawei, Qiwei, etc., worship the common people and drink the food as a memorial to the ghosts of Hogwarts!

Disciple Zhang Xiao is saddened by the thought that there are no temples for these lonely souls and wild ghosts, so he specially informs the heaven and earth that he wants to sacrifice these ghosts! Huangquan has sleep, come and taste it. Alas!

Shang Xiang!"

boom! Zhang Xiao felt as if there was a thunderous explosion in his head, and a grand, distant and solemn aura came from nowhere.

The world was spinning before his eyes, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a muffled groan.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the sky full of stars.

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