Chinese students at Hogwarts

The owner of the canteen may have been depressed for a long time. Seeing that these two people had no intention of leaving, he made a profitable business by the way.

Then he opened his chat box and started talking nonchalantly:

"You want to say that Leng Qianyu is the little girl we grew up watching, Shui Lingyou.

She is a nice person, and after becoming famous, people often give her things, let me tell you."

The old man was mysterious, as if he was telling some big news:

"Someone will send you a car and a big brother!"

As he spoke, his face was full of wonder and envy. In this era, holding a mobile phone and driving a Santana is a symbol of wealth.

This is better than giving away a luxury home in the future!

"Be good! So the girl didn't agree?"

Zhang Chengdao is not a person who doesn't like the fireworks of the world. He can endure his temper and happily opens a small shop in a Chinese neighborhood in England every day. He certainly knows what ordinary people's life is.

These days, a household worth 10,000 yuan is a rarity, and the salary of a female worker in a high-efficiency textile factory in Suzhou is less than 200 yuan!

Spending hundreds of thousands is indeed a big deal.

"No!" The uncle slammed the table and said indignantly: "Either those people are just talking nonsense.

Xiao Leng is not interested in this, how could he run away greedy for money!

It's because those people are jealous that these things happen!

Let me tell you, you deserve it! "

The uncle sighed and said with some confusion:

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case. We, Xiao Leng's neighbors, are all old neighbors too. How could we let Gou Wa Zi starve to death?

Not to mention that the barking was so loud in the past two days. Usually when the dog barks, someone will go and check it out. "

After bidding farewell to the boss, the father and son found a big tree, found two rocking chairs, and sat in the shade of the tree.

Zhang Xiao frowned and thought about the somewhat complicated relationship, trying to figure out a line.

He always felt that something was wrong here, but he didn't know what was wrong:

"Dad, should we ask more questions and find some clues?"

Zhang Chengdao looked at him strangely and said in confusion:

"Why are you looking for clues? Wait until the sun sets and find Leng Qianyu directly. If you ask, won't you know everything?"

ah? Zhang Xiao opened his mouth slightly.

I suddenly reacted, why didn’t I think of that!

Yes, this is not like making a movie, peeling off threads, reversing and reversing, and finding out the hidden clues bit by bit.

Finally, the truth was found and the culprit was identified.

What is the situation now?

Zhang Chengdao, the young master of Longhu Mountain!

There is also a young Celestial Master, the leader of the younger generation at Hogwarts, the next legend, Xiao Zhang, whom Dumbledore has high hopes for!

In movies, there are characters that everyone immediately knows when they appear is the ending.

Not to mention suspected ghosts, even when the thousand-year-old ghost king comes, you have to nod and bend over to hand over two cigarettes. "Shangxian, the little ghost below does not understand the rules. Please forgive me!"

My mother said that Zhang Chengdao became the Young Heavenly Master not because he was the son of the Old Heavenly Master, but because he earned his reputation in every battle!

Or he didn't position himself properly. Why did Zhao Yuanxu just send someone over to handle some chores?

It's because Zhao Yuanxu has absolute confidence in his father.

Zhang Xiao was heartbroken.

"Xiaoxiao, it's been quite hard during this period. If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, let's take a good sleep." Zhang Chengdao lay comfortably in the rocking chair.

I didn't know when I took out a cattail leaf fan in my hand, and I was fanning myself comfortably.

"Back then, I followed your grandfather down the mountain and experienced the same kind of asceticism, but ours was much further away.

At that time, I was not much older than you, and what I looked forward to most was to meet the victim, so that I could not only have a full meal, but also have a good sleep.

What a pity. The world was in chaos at that time, and it was difficult to find a quiet place in China, which is so vast."

Zhang Chengdao said softly, squinting his eyes slightly and looking up through the dense and mottled shade of the trees. He felt that time was really magical.

China, which is extremely weak and can be bullied by anyone, has come to where it is today in just the blink of an eye.

Maybe it still has some shortcomings, but it is indeed vigorous and full of vitality.

It seems that it was just tired after a long time, took a short nap, and now stands up again, returning to its original position.

Zhang Xiao gradually fell into sleep while listening to the chirping of cicadas in his ears, feeling the slightly hot wind, and the unique sense of solidity in his homeland.

Time passed very quickly, and the originally blazing sun had turned into a large red disk, gradually tilting westward, and the temperature had dropped.

Some people can be seen occasionally on the originally deserted streets, most of them are old people. It seems that just like what the owner of the canteen said, many people with a clear conscience have not left.

Zhang Xiao stood up and rubbed his face. He quickly escaped from the groggy feeling after sleeping, only to find that his father was standing aside, seemingly looking at something.

Many people were walking in one direction with small stools. Their conversations were not loud, and their faces looked as if they were going to a theater.

"woke up?"

Zhang Chengdao turned around and shook his head at his son: "Let's go and have a look too!"

After agreeing, Zhang Xiao put away the rocking chair while no one was paying attention, and the two of them followed the crowd together.

The small square at the end of the village was already crowded with people.

The uncles and aunts were all sitting on small wooden stools, and some children were running around, shouting happily from time to time.

Not long after, a shout suddenly came from the distance: "It's coming, it's coming!"

The square was quiet for a moment, and many people couldn't help but stand up, looking in one direction with their feet raised.

A dilapidated minibus drove over with black smoke and stopped in the open space.

Several young people jumped out from inside and put on their worn and faded Taoist robes.

Then he called on the villagers to help carry things.

Zhang Xiao:.

He couldn't help but look at his father, but found that Zhang Chengdao didn't have any strange expression. On the contrary, his expression became much more serious.

"Xiaoxiao, take a look first and then talk later."

Zhang Xiao nodded, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and followed it seriously.

The young men in blue coats carried an altar table and walked noisily into a small courtyard in front of the square.

"Folks, the Master said that this kind of ceremony is not suitable for people to watch, so in the small courtyard, please don't make any noise and don't sit on the wall!"

Many onlookers in the square immediately let out sighs of disappointment, and many people even shouted:

"Wang Fugui, that's not what you said when you collected money before."

"Yeah yeah!"

Wang Fugui blushed and started arguing with them:

"The mage said that if there are many people watching, the spell may not work!

You will be happy when the little girl from the Leng family comes to look for you in your house, right? "

The father and son ignored the quarrel in the square, but hid their figures as usual, walked into the small courtyard, and stood aside quietly watching.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue coat was standing in front of the altar table with his eyes closed.

The long sleeves were gathered together, and there were a bunch of objects such as Sanqing bells, wooden swords, and incense candles placed next to them.

Is this a ghost hunt?

Night came very quickly, and in just a moment, the sun had completely disappeared, and the crescent moon was already hanging high above the dark night.

The villagers surrounding him still gathered outside and did not leave.

Although you can't see the picture, there must be a few lines sung in it, right?

Just pretend that you are listening to the radio.

And now that there are so many people and it’s so lively, there’s a bit more of a sense of security.

Even if I have a clear conscience, is it right to be afraid of such a thing?

The middle-aged Taoist priest here has already started the ceremony.

Zhang Chengdao's eyes suddenly lit up, he waved his hand to block the sound and said softly:

"Hey, it seems to be true!"

real? Zhang Xiao hurriedly focused his attention more. After watching for a while, the Taoist priests began to walk.

Even though he had opened his Dharma eyes, he didn't see anything strange about this middle-aged Taoist priest whose clothes were washed and turned white.

“Dad, is this person returning to his original nature and integrating into one body?

No matter how I look at him, I feel that he is just an ordinary person. "

Zhang Xiao asked quietly.

"He's just a regular guy."

"Ah?" Zhang Xiao was stunned when he heard this: "But didn't you just say that he was true?"

"It really doesn't conflict with ordinary people." Zhang Chengdao paused and suddenly turned to an irrelevant question.

He asked meaningfully:

"Xiaoxiao, do you think the things in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies that can ward off evil spirits, such as glutinous rice, black dog blood, rooster blood, and rooster crows, are useful?"

Zhang Xiao instinctively wanted to answer that it was useless, because they were neither magical animals nor spiritual beasts.

It does not contain the so-called ‘spiritual power’ or ‘magic power’.

But he had a vague feeling in his heart that things were not that simple, and something seemed to be coming out.

It seems like just a little bit can connect a lot of things together.

"coming!"

Zhang Chengdao's eyes condensed, and the father and son opened their Dharma eyes at the same time, and the whole world suddenly became much clearer.

Under the dim night light, Zhang Xiao felt a gloomy ghostly aura suddenly coming from the distance.

This ghostly aura is extremely strong, and even the popularity here due to the gathering of people is not inferior.

The ancient compass in the Taoist priest's hand suddenly vibrated. He glanced down, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The incense on the altar was all broken, and even the flame of the candle gradually turned green.

This is the candle on the altar table!

The pitiful singing voice came out of nowhere. It was supposed to be the melodious and melodious singing voice of Hua Dan in Huangmei Opera.

At this moment, it sounded with a kind of boundless resentment and viciousness, which made people's hair stand on end.

The crowd gathered outside was already looking not far away in horror.

I don't know when the fog gradually dispersed, and a stage seemed to be looming in the fog.

A woman with a graceful figure and a delicate face, without makeup, was standing on the stage, singing to herself.

Every smile seems to have a natural charm, and every move seems to be able to touch everyone's heartstrings.

But no one was moved, they couldn't even scream, as if they were frozen by something.

He was just sitting on a small stool dully, as if he were really watching a show.

Zhang Xiao felt the magic wand in his hand buzz with excitement. This was the first time he had seen the wand so excited.

"Dad, why don't we take action?"

Zhang Xiao asked quietly, Zhang Chengdao's eyes were shining, and the Taoist Dharma Eyes had been used to the limit by him.

He looked around, kept calculating in his hands, and whispered:

"Wait a minute, we'll catch him soon!"

"Catch who?"

Zhang Chengdao's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were really going to shine.

"The mastermind behind the scenes!"

ah? And the person behind the scenes? I do not know how?

But at this moment, the situation on the field changed again.

Seeing the sobbing opera sounds around him getting louder and louder, the middle-aged Taoist priest bit his finger, wrote and drew on the yellow talisman, and daubed it a few times.

He took out the fire sticks and lit them, threw them into the sky, picked up the Sanqing Bell and the wooden sword and started dancing.

The pile of yellow talismans did not know what material they were made of, but suddenly bright flames burst into the air.

The opera student suddenly stopped. These yellow symbols seemed to anger Leng Qianyu.

In Zhang Xiao's eyes, the small courtyard was full of ghosts, and a figure with long hair hanging down and wearing a torn costume suddenly appeared.

I don’t know what she went through before she died. The look was really terrifying.

Leng Qianyu stretched out her hand, which was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and was about to rush towards him.

Can't wait any longer! Must be saved!

At this moment, Zhang Chengdao's voice was cold:

"found it!"

A blazing golden light floated on the surface of the father and son's bodies at the same time, like two golden lights dispersing in different directions.

Zhang Xiao has never dealt with such a weird thing, and he doesn't know the depth of the other party.

Subconsciously, I used my full strength.

The middle-aged Taoist priest also saw Leng Qianyu's figure at this time, and secretly screamed in pain. Who would have thought that a person who had just died a few months ago could be so powerful!

At this moment, a golden light exploded in front of his eyes.

The moment Zhang Xiao took it, he felt that it felt much better than the Dementor. It was ice cold, but a little light and not as hard as the Dementor.

He pinched Leng Qianyu's hand, and the hot golden light made Leng Qianyu let out shrill wails.

Wisps of ghostly energy turned into blue smoke and drifted out.

Zhang Xiao said softly:

"Although I sympathize with your situation, judging from your actions tonight, it seems that you want to spread your revenge to the entire village.

This is a bit much. "

Leng Qianyu's blood-red eyes looked at Zhang Xiao through the gap in her hair, she opened her dark mouth and let out a shrill scream.

Zhang Xiao frowned. Although it has no lethality,

"quietly"

The wand was waved gently in front of her, and the effect of the spell spread immediately.

But this small action caused surprisingly great damage.

The lightning-struck wooden wand instinctively emitted a trace of lightning and jumped over.

The area touched by the electric light was like a red-hot iron, leaving a red and shiny spot.

Even under the influence of the curse, Zhang Xiao couldn't hear Leng Qianyu's voice, but he could still tell that she seemed to be in extreme pain.

Hiss. Is the lightning strike wooden wand so powerful?

Zhang Xiao hurriedly put away the wand. What if he accidentally poked it with the wand and Leng Qianyu was gone!

"Exalted Immortal. Are you an Immortal?"

I. I have always believed in your existence! "

Suddenly, the middle-aged Taoist priest's trembling and excited questioning voice came from behind.

Zhang Xiao didn't have time to answer.

The surrounding darkness seemed to be dispersed by something.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky in an instant with unparalleled momentum.

This was followed by deafening thunder.

Is this the Five Thunder Dharma?

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The plot of the small town is quite compressed, sorry.