Chinese students at Hogwarts

Under the hazy moonlight, the abandoned Gunter old house was hidden in a forest. A thin mist filled the surroundings, and there was no one nearby.

As a fanatical descendant of Slytherin, and a mentally unstable one, how could he be next to Muggles?

This is Great Hangleton, a place abandoned by the wave of modernity.

Zhang Xiao stood in the distance and had an unobstructed view of the entire valley. There was a village in the distance, Little Hangleton, and there was a family with their windows lit at this time.

The entire village is nestled between two steep hills, with the church and cemetery clearly visible.

"Look there." Dumbledore pointed to a very grand mansion on the hillside across the valley, surrounded by large green lawns.

"See? That's Riddle House - I guess you know about Tom's life, the diary, right?"

In fact, it’s not just a diary. Zhang Xiao said ‘hmm’:

"The Dark Lord's biological father?"

He suddenly came up with a strange idea, what if he could replace old Tom Riddle's bones with dog chews?

In fact, this approach doesn't make much sense, because Voldemort definitely knows more than one method of resurrection. Just as he told Wormtail, he can be easily resurrected with help.

But he was too superstitious and insisted on believing in some 'prophecy', so he chose this method.

"Actually, there are some very interesting memories, and I plan to show them to you."

Dumbledore pondered for a while and shook his head:

"The slowness unique to the elderly and the lack of urgency for time is really bad. Just wait until you go back."

He stared at the canyon below the mountain for a while and said softly:

"let's go."

Dumbledore took out a small umbrella with a print from somewhere. After opening it, he held the umbrella and jumped forward.

Then it was like a dandelion, falling lightly with the wind.

Zhang Xiao jumped up, shook his body in mid-air, turned into a peregrine falcon and chased Dumbledore.

Because he was not sure whether it was safe on the ground, he cautiously chose to hover in the air.

It wasn't until Dumbledore landed on the ground that he landed next to him.

"Animagus, every time I see it, I can't help but admire this magic that can be called miraculous."

Dumbledore's long beard was trembling. He put away his small umbrella and hid it somewhere:

"This is the work of my old friend Nick, because his wife Perenelle once dreamed of the way an umbrella held up slowly fell from the sky in fairy tales."

Zhang Xiao nodded, not having any doubts.

What Dumbledore just held was obviously a parasol. Parasols appeared relatively early in Europe, probably in the 12th century, and were generally used by women to protect themselves from the sun.

But umbrellas had to wait until the 17th century, when they spread to China.

"Then from here on, I think we have to be careful."

Dumbledore's interest was obviously high. In Zhang Xiao's view, he seemed to regard solving the obstacles set by Voldemort as an interesting game.

But it's no wonder that in the entire West, there are only a few people who can stand on the same level as Dumbledore.

Nico Flamel counts as one, but most of Nico's energy is devoted to alchemy, and he also prefers to enjoy a quiet life.

The old man in New Mengadeli is just one person, but he understands everything.

Only Tom, and only Tom, could make Dumbledore deal with him with the same idea of ​​facing an enemy.

The two came to a narrow dirt road, or it couldn't be said to be a road, because there was no human habitation and weeds had long encroached on the place.

A trail would be more appropriate.

The bushes are tall and dense, and the paths are winding, potholed, and covered with rocks and withered grass roots.

The moon was getting higher and higher, and its light was getting brighter, but the ancient trees overhead blocked the moonlight, leaving only dark and dense shadows, and the house half-hidden and half-revealed among the tangled trees.

The man who was over a hundred years old suddenly waved his wand in a wide motion, and a series of light spots spurted out from the tip of the wand, dispersed in the air and quickly disappeared.

Then he squatted down quickly, lying on the ground and watching something carefully.

Zhang Xiao had already opened his Dharma Eyes. His eyes were originally wrapped in mist, and the hazy Gunter Mansion seemed to suddenly become much clearer.

Those disappearing points of light were clearly visible in his sight. They were like fireflies, gathering in groups and marking some suspicious places.

And it winds and forms a path of light on the ground, much like the fireflies in "Monster Hunter: World" that I played in my previous life.

Dumbledore stood up and said calmly:

"Zhang, it looks safe outside - but I'm afraid it's not good news."

Zhang Xiao looked at the bottomless darkness and creepy malice in Gunter's old house like an abyss.

"This means that Voldemort is very confident in the defense inside, so he doesn't pay attention to the defense outside?"

Dumbledore said happily:

"It seems that you have a great understanding of Tom's thinking. Yes, Tom is very proud, proud to the point of arrogance.

Hmm - I suddenly wanted to see what arrangements Tom had made to make him so confident. "

Zhang Xiao suddenly felt that Dumbledore suddenly seemed ten years younger, with a smile on his face and just striding forward.

Hey, I'm going crazy as a teenager? Left hand

Ahem Zhang Xiao focused his attention on the old Gaunt house in front of him.

He thought it was a bit strange to pick this place to build a house, or in other words, it was a weird decision to let those big trees grow next to the house.

The trees blocked all light and the valley below.

The walls of this building were covered with mottled patches of color. It took Zhang Xiao a while to recognize that they were moss. Many tiles on the roof had fallen off and had long lost their function of covering.

The exposed rafters had long since rotted away, and dense nettles grew all around them. The tall nettles reached up to the windows. Those windows were very small and covered with thick layers of old dirt.

In short, this house perfectly meets the definition of all bad things. Like in China, once such a big house in the wilderness appears in a story, it must be a supernatural story.

Dumbledore shook out his sleeves, covered his hands and the Elder Wand, and took the lead to walk forward.

Although the door of this old house is still there, it still hangs crookedly on its hinges, making people wonder if it will suddenly fall off.

Accompanied by a tooth-searing friction sound, the dilapidated wooden door with various scratches on the surface was opened, and a thick smoke mixed with the smell of rotten and moldy things poured out from the door.

In addition, Zhang Xiao's nose also smelled a strange fishy smell hidden under these two smells.

"Oh, what should I say? It's reasonable, unexpected?"

Dumbledore clicked his tongue, and the wand in his hand lit up. Zhang Xiao looked through the gap next to him and saw that a corner of the hall had become a snake's nest.

A large pit was dug where the kitchen was supposed to be. The pit was filled with bones of small animals.

In the restaurant area, several thick snakes straightened their bodies, staring at the unexpected visitors with cold eyes, and kept spitting out the bright red snakes.

Not only that, Zhang Xiao only felt the sound of "squeaking" coming from all around, and saw snakes of different sizes swimming out of the bushes and paths outside.

Layers upon layers, densely packed, they straightened their bodies, made an attack posture, and slowly moved forward.

This is winter! Why don't these snakes hibernate?

"Professor, is this the Dark Lord's defense?"

Zhang Xiao suppressed the nausea in his heart. He was not afraid of these snakes, but the large number of them made him feel a little nauseous.

Even Slytherin, not everyone likes snakes! 【Si Gong is a good snake】!

Dumbledore carefully looked at the venomous snakes around him, as if he was trying to determine whether these venomous snakes were magical animals:

“I think it’s more likely that the original owner liked to keep snakes, and after Tom came here, he kept his uncle’s pet here.

By the way, Tom is very fond of snakes, so I think it's more likely that they have made their home here."

But why not hibernate?

Zhang Xiao took out the jade silk he had burned from Harry last semester, tapped it with his wand, and Harry's childish voice echoed in the room:

"Hiss, hiss. (Get away!)"

Parseltongue's control over snakes is obviously better than Zhang Xiao imagined. Even if it was transcribed by Harry, the snakes obediently lowered their heads, as if they had heard the king's order, turned their heads and disappeared into the jungle.

Dumbledore's hand on the wand loosened a little, and he looked at Zhang Xiao in surprise:

“Excellent response.

I had originally wanted to use an effective banishing spell, but at such short notice I could think of exploiting Harry's Parseltongue.

There is no doubt that your method is much better than mine. "

Zhang Xiao put the jade silk away and said nonchalantly:

"Maybe I don't know the very effective banishing spell, so I thought of Parseltongue?"

It was obviously just an unintentional answer, but Dumbledore was thinking seriously. He nodded slowly:

"Zhang, you are right."

A ray of moon shone in through the poor narrow window. Thank God, those dirty and stained glasses had been broken, otherwise Zhang Xiao suspected that those glasses were comparable to blackout curtains.

Dumbledore took out a delicate gadget that looked like a lighter and pressed it gently.

That should be the Deluminator.

Zhang Xiao watched in amazement as small groups of light emerged from the deluminator and jumped to any place that could be used as a light source.

For example - the shaky rusty chandelier overhead, the crooked lamp holder on the broken table, and the remaining half of the candlestick filled with gray candles in the corner.

Conceptual. Zhang Xiao looked thoughtfully at the place where the light emitted by the deluminator was. If you guessed correctly, the principle of the deluminator is the concept of light source?

Hiss, that’s a bit unreasonable!

Dumbledore looked at the much brighter room with satisfaction:

"Zhang, let's see what skills Tom has shown us."

————————————————————————

1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket