Chinese students at Hogwarts

"Zhang, this way! Come here quickly——"

The little witch hugged the ginger Crookshanks and waved her arms vigorously towards herself.

After saying hello to several classmates who were passing by, Zhang Xiao walked through the crowd and came to a relatively quiet corner.

"I didn't feel it at the Burrow before, but now everyone seems nervous."

Harry's emerald green eyes glanced around, focusing on the Auror who was looking warily back and forth beside the train for a moment.

A British man wearing a top hat lowered his head, looked at his watch, and nodded to his companion.

A sharp whistle sounded.

"Five minutes earlier than usual." Malfoy frowned and looked at the round clock hanging on the wall.

There were whispers all around, but the Aurors didn't care. They rushed the young wizards to the car with a stiff attitude.

"Let's go and talk in the car."

Zhang Xiao helped his friends carry their luggage aboard, and the railway staff walked along the train and closed all the doors.

The train puffed out steam and blew a loud whistle, making you feel like you couldn't wait to set off.

The wheels began to move slowly.

The Arthurs, Mr. and Mrs. Sirius and Sirius had not passed through the wall until this moment. They were obviously stunned when they saw that the train had started, and subconsciously looked at the clock.

Why is it so early?

But the train had already begun to speed up, and they could only wave at the little wizards who stretched their bodies out of the window until the train turned around and lost sight of them.

"Come on, let's find a place to sit for a while."

Zhang Xiao, Malfoy, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked along the corridor, looking for empty carriages, but all the carriages were full.

Only the last carriage is not.

There was only one person in this carriage, and he was sitting by the window, sleeping soundly.

Zhang Xiao was stunned for a moment, but he was a little surprised. He thought that after the plot changed, Professor Luping would use another way to go to Hogwarts.

But I didn't expect to meet him in the carriage.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stopped on the threshold and looked around in confusion.

The Hogwarts Express is usually taken by students, who have never seen an adult here, except for the witch pushing the food trolley for them.

Lupine wore an extremely worn wizard's robe, patched in several places.

He looked sick, and there was a sense of relief and peace in his exhaustion.

She still looks young, but her light brown hair is already mixed with white hair.

"Professor R.J. Lupin," Hermione whispered.

"Professor? He is a professor?" Malfoy frowned and asked suspiciously, "Granger, how do you know he is a professor?"

Zhang Xiao waved to them and made a 'hush' gesture, and several people filed in. The box was not too big, but it was more than enough to seat six people.

The little witch pointed her wand in the direction of Lupin and gently released a 'silent sound'.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Oh, Professor Lupine looks very tired. Let him have a good rest."

Malfoy was still a little worried about Lupine being a professor. He couldn't help but look at Lupine's shabby clothes, large and small patches, and the torn and frayed suitcase.

"Is he really a professor? Can't Hogwarts afford the salary?

I remember that the professor's salary was very generous, even higher than the salary of the director of the Ministry of Magic. "

Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Harry, who slapped him:

"I remembered!"

Harry leaned forward and said excitedly:

"Guys, I remembered who Professor Lupine was. Sirius told me that there were three people who had the best relationship with my father when they were in school, and Professor Lupine was one of them.

The other one is the shameful traitor, Peter Pettigrew. "

"Really? What does he teach?"

The friends' interest was immediately piqued.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Zhang Xiao conjured up a small table and placed the Muggle snacks he bought before on the table: "Professor Lu Ping has been wandering around.

I think we finally have our first Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who should be very competent. "

Ron picked up a bag of potato chips, tore it open awkwardly, stuffed his mouth full of potato chips, and said happily:

"Great, then we in Gryffindor finally have someone to protect us. Points will be deducted. Points will be deducted severely to Slytherin. Snape always deducts points for us."

Malfoy curled his lips in disdain, but said nothing. Whenever this topic was brought up, it would lead to a quarrel.

This has happened countless times when Brother Drag moved into the Burrow, recalling the short two days of living in the Burrow.

But it gave Malfoy a new feeling that he had never experienced before.

It turns out that even if the yard is not big enough or not beautifully manicured, it is still very interesting.

The Weasley family had become accustomed to removing goblins, which was full of fun in his and Harry's eyes.

Malfoy had never lived in a house where the ceiling was only about two meters away from him.

The Burrow is obviously very crowded and the rooms are very small, but that place seems to have a magical power that always makes people feel happy.

The meals made by Mrs. Molly also taste great, and Percy always likes to talk to himself about Ministry of Magic matters and major events in the wizarding world.

Life at the Burrow is full of surprises and surprises.

After leaving, I still felt a sense of loss.

In short, the young master had a very happy life these two days. For the sake of being in a good mood, he didn't care about this idiot Weasley.

It's definitely not because they forced themselves to call them uncle.

Malfoy decisively chose to change the topic. He looked at his president and asked curiously:

"Zhang, what exactly did you find in the Black Mansion before?

Why is Dumbledore even here? Are you so anxious to send us to the Burrow? "

This question immediately attracted all the attention.

This is what several young wizards desperately wanted to know, and they speculated countless times in the Burrow.

Harry insisted that Chang had probably discovered a weapon against Voldemort.

Hermione thought it was probably something like knowledge - the lost kind that recorded powerful magic.

Ron thought it was probably a treasure. The Black family was so rich, it was normal to have some ancient hidden treasures.

After a rational and careful analysis, Brother Drag believed that Porter's statement was more reliable, but he still had to ask Zhang about the cause.

"Well - nothing, just something that Professor Dumbledore is very interested in, that's all."

Zhang Xiao thought for a while and added:

"If I could tell you, I would have told you a long time ago. I can only say that I can't reveal it yet. This is also what Dumbledore requested, so you should stop asking."

Everyone let out a sigh of regret, but did not continue to ask questions. After such a long time together, they had already understood Zhang Xiao's temper.

If you can say it, you won't hide it. If you can't say it, you can't say it.

Soon everyone started chatting about snacks and looking forward to the snack cart coming soon.

The focus is on Hogsmeade, because third grade wizards can go to Hogsmeade, the only natural wizard village in the UK, on ​​weekends.

A dreamy expression appeared on Ron's face: "I just want to go see Honeydukes!

There's everything there...pepper urchins - which will put smoke in your mouth - and big, fat chocolate balls filled with strawberry jelly and chunks of cream.

There is also a particularly wonderful candy cane quill that you can suck on and eat in class, and others will think you are thinking about what to write next——"

"Hogsmeade is a very interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione asked eagerly, "Magical Places of Interest says that the tavern was the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion in 1612;

And the Screaming Shack, said to be the most haunted house in Britain—"

"-and there are sorbet balls so big that when you suck on them your feet rise several inches off the ground," said Ron, who obviously hadn't heard a word Hermione was saying.

Hermione turned to look at Harry.

"By the way, Harry, did Dursley sign your Hogsmeade application form?"

"Of course!" Harry couldn't help but grinned very happily:

"Sirius signed me up on the first day and told me that Hogsmeade was the most fun place. He said there was a secret passage leading directly to Honeydukes' back warehouse.

We can sneak in through the secret passage and eat whatever we want! "

Ron's eyes were frighteningly bright: "Really? Harry, please share that secret passage with me!"

"Harry! Ron! You can't do this -" Hermione's face turned into a straight line, her mouth pursed into a straight line, looking like Professor McGonagall, and she said sternly: "This is immoral! It's stealing. !”

Harry and Ron couldn't help but shrink their heads, not daring to look directly at the little witch's face.

Malfoy laughed loudly. He held his face high and said as calmly as possible: "Weasley - in order to thank Mrs. Molly for the hospitality these two days, when you get to Hogsmeade, how about I invite you to Honeydukes?" "

Ron was overjoyed, but it was Malfoy who said this, which made him a little confused.

So his expression was very strange, his mouth was grinning, but his eyebrows were wrinkled.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, and the whole box was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Professor Lupine suddenly moved.

They stopped and looked at him, but saw that he just turned his head to the other side, opened his mouth slightly, and continued to sleep.

As the Hogwarts Express traveled north, the scenery outside the window became increasingly desolate.

As the clouds thickened high in the sky, the sky darkened. People rushed past their cubicle doors.

At one o'clock, the fat witch pushing a food trolley came to the door of their cubicle.

The little wizards who had been looking forward to it for a long time immediately rushed forward and bought a large bag of snacks.

Without anyone's prompting, Harry bought a portion for Professor Lupin, including hot pumpkin juice, a large stack of cauldron-shaped cakes, and chocolate frogs.

"If he wakes up and feels hungry, he can just eat it, right?"

Harry smiled and carefully sorted the things aside.

As the train continued to speed north, the rain fell harder and harder, and the windows turned a watery gray and gradually darkened.

Finally, the lights in the aisle and on the luggage rack suddenly came on. The train clattered, the raindrops pitter-pattered, and the wind roared outside the window, but Professor Lupine was still sleeping.

"We must be almost there." Ron said, leaning forward and looking through Professor Lupin at the now dark car window.

As soon as he finished speaking, the train began to slow down.

"That's great!" said Ron. He stood up and walked carefully past Professor Lupin, trying to see clearly what was happening outside the window. "I'm so hungry, I really want to attend the party..."

Zhang Xiao put down the comic book in his hand, stood up suddenly, frowned and looked into the distance.

Something's wrong!

The speed of the train suddenly slowed down, getting slower and slower, and finally the sound of the wheels gradually became inaudible, and the sound of wind and rain hit the windows louder than before.

"what happened?"

Harry, who was closest to the door, stood up and looked down the hall.

Throughout the carriage, countless heads poked out of the compartments curiously.

The train came to a screeching halt, and there was a ping-pong-pong-pong sound in the distance. The luggage must have fallen off the rack.

Then, out of nowhere, all the lights went out and they were plunged into complete darkness.

Almost as soon as the lights went out, Zhang Xiao instinctively used the illumination technique. He stretched out his hand to stop his friends and felt something carefully.

Dementors?

Why are there still dementors around? The number is very large, almost comparable to what was seen in Azkaban.

In the original book, the dementors boarded the train to search for Sirius, but now Dumbledore has already warned the Ministry of Magic that the dementors are absolutely prohibited from getting close to the little wizard.

Hermione suddenly shivered strangely and gasped, as if she had been drenched in cold water.

"Have you ever felt—a little cold?"

The originally gloomy sky became pitch black without a trace of light.

Even the light lit by other students' wands disappeared, and only the light in the carriage lit up warmly and firmly.

The car that had been warm and pleasant just now suddenly became bitterly cold.

They seemed to be surrounded by a deep, impenetrable, silent darkness, as if a giant hand had covered the entire train with a thick, cold curtain, preventing them from seeing anything.

Screams from other students began to be heard all around, but the screams that should have been high-pitched seemed to come from far, far away.

The sliding door slowly opened.

Ron Malfoy and Hermione screamed in unison. Almost instinctively, they shrank behind Malfoy, grabbed his clothes tightly, and stretched their heads from both sides of the brother's shoulders to look.

The poor young master's face was as white as paper, and he tried to hide behind Zhang Xiao while shouting.

Unfortunately, he was dragged by Ron and Hermione and couldn't move at all.

Harry felt like he couldn't breathe. The chill seeped into his skin, invaded his chest, and entered his heart...

I saw a cloaked figure standing at the door, so tall and big that it almost touched the ceiling.

It was just a silhouette, but it made several people feel sincere fear.

Zhang Xiao waved his magic wand suddenly, pulling out a layer of light silver mist that shrouded the surroundings, which almost had an immediate effect.

The little wizards immediately felt much more comfortable.

Zhang Xiao pointed at the Dementor with his magic wand:

"Get out, you are not welcome on this train!"

The dementor seemed to be enraged. It made a weird roar and turned around suddenly, only to be face to face with it.

Zhang Xiao and the dementors were stunned.

I saw the black hood of this dementor.

Has a clear white handprint.

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