Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhang Xiao opened his eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling and his tightly wrapped body.

The air is filled with the unique smell of sunlight, as well as the spicy 'fragrance' of the potion that goes straight to the brain.

Hogwarts School Infirmary, my promised land, that is Zhang’s country

Praise be to the Supreme Lord of the Infirmary!

Praise my Lord!

Damn it, do I have to go to the infirmary once every semester?

There are only two days left in this semester, and I can break this 'infirmary curse' in two days.

Zhang Xiao recalled that "unbearable" scene.

The body that was still barely able to support itself exploded after being squeezed by the phantom.

Dumbledore only saw Zhang Xiao spraying blood like a watering can, and many small wounds appeared on his skin.

Only then did I realize that the short battle just now had caused a lot of hidden wounds in Zhang Xiao's body.

The effects of force are mutual. The golden light curse is indeed strong enough. It is the golden light curse that protects the body. Otherwise, the terrifying explosive force can really tear a person's body apart.

But the golden light spell also has an upper limit. Three inches of golden light can do this. Zhang Chengdao knew that he had to admire his son's golden light for being so pure.

The final blow of shattering gold and stone not only shattered Dumbledore's indestructible armor spell, but the force of the shock also caused great damage to the body.

I have to say that the wizard's idealistic ability is indeed strong.

In particular, the one that instinctively distorts the upcoming damage is like a passive damage reduction armor, except that the damage that is not understood (real damage) can ignore this distortion.

Ordinary damage is really difficult to kill a wizard.

For example, Hagrid said how it was possible for a car accident to kill Lily and James.

Dumbledore also said that Merope didn't want to live at all and gave up magic. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a witch to die in childbirth.

Therefore, it is a kind of degradation for wizards to hold magic wands on each other from a distance.

With a sword in one hand and a cane, relying on unreasonable damage-reducing twists to hit directly close to you, this is the most suitable way of fighting that can truly bring out the power of the wizard.

This is the case for the Taoist sect. Otherwise, even if the Taoist sect with a mortal body has a golden light curse, why should it fight hand-to-hand with those physically tyrannical monsters?

Zhang Xiao feels that if wizards can fully understand modern weapons, they can just give them a light body-proof vest and a bullet-proof mask.

They can control the battlefield vertically and horizontally. If they are paired with the M249

Hiss, charging with a mobile gun and a wand is the Humanoid Gundam! Isn’t this indiscriminate killing?

Zhang Xiao smacked his lips and ended his boring reverie.

Madam Pomfrey didn't know how many bandages were used. Zhang Xiao felt that she was wrapped tightly and could not move. The only difference from the mummy was that her face was still exposed.

But even his face was not spared. Madam Pomfrey used a sticky, green ointment to thickly smear his face.

The reason why he was treated like this was because the capillary rupture caused his face to completely swell up, giving him a very funny look. His nose was blue and his eyes were swollen, as if he had been severely beaten.

Even Madam Pomfrey, the usually stoic queen of the school infirmary, couldn't help laughing.

"The gap is still huge."

Zhang Xiao was lying on the bed, eyes blank, and his mind drifted back to the previous battle.

Before this, I had no idea about a powerful person like Dumbledore. I only knew that he was very strong, but I didn't know how strong he was.

Whether it is the timing or the choice of tactics, it is amazing.

"This is Dumbledore in a state of madness. It's almost instinctive. It's great to be able to show his strength to the fullest."

Zhang Xiao sighed. If it was Dumbledore in his full state, I'm afraid he would have been carried away long ago. The terrifying pressure, the magic spells at his fingertips, and the superb transformation skills.

But it's not without gain. At least I know that if I'm at full strength, I can make two moves with Dumbledore, so I won't be unable to withstand every move.

Besides, how many people in the wizarding world are Dumbledore's enemies?

I'm afraid there aren't many. Is Cresden strong enough? Obscurus can give the host great power, coupled with the talents of the Dumbledore family.

Wasn't it being manipulated by Dumbledore?

From this we can see how powerful Voldemort is. This is a man who can barely compete with Dumbledore who has the Elder Wand. If he hadn't lost his mind, he insisted on using Avada Kedavra to fight Harry. Wave.

The story ends in the fourth grade.

Although he looked very embarrassed, the injury was not serious. It just looked scary. Pomfrey's level was quite high, and it only took a night's work to heal him.

After Zhang Xiao came out of the school infirmary, he realized that the entire Hogwarts had completely entered vacation mode.

As usual, there were no classes the day before the holiday. The little wizard began to pack things, write letters, or do some other activities.

The four little ones were not curious about Zhang Xiao's disappearance for a day. Dumbledore had considered it very comprehensively and had already given a credible explanation.

At this moment, several young wizards were happily spending their last afternoon at Hogwarts in Hagrid's hut.

"Woooooooooo" The big kettle on the stove made a harsh sound.

Hagrid didn't like using magic to boil water, even though he had a wand again.

"The water boiled by magic doesn't taste like water boiled by fire. Can you understand?"

The big man came over, picked up the kettle, and poured everyone a large cup of milk tea that he made himself. It tasted great, but no matter how many people asked, Hagrid refused to reveal what kind of animal milk it was.

"Oh, as long as it tastes good, why do we have to know what kind of milk it is?"

Hagrid waved his hands as big as cattail leaf fans.

Hearing what he said, several young wizards looked at each other and quietly put down the cups in their hands. Everyone knew about Hagrid's hobbies. Who knew what strange magical animals he would use.

"By the way, Hagrid, has the Ministry of Magic responded to the previous incident about the Hippogriff hurting people?"

Hermione put down her cup and tried to divert Hagrid's attention with this topic so that he would forget that the little wizards no longer drank milk tea.

Malfoy was quietly cleaning everyone's cups with fresh water, while Zhang Xiao was refilling the cups with clear water.

Harry and Ron puffed out their chests, covering Malfoy and Zhang's movements.

It can only be said that after these three years of quarreling, everyone's tacit understanding has grown day by day. Although they still bicker and taunt each other all day long, both Harry Ron and Malfoy have to admit that if the other person is a Mute, he is indeed a pretty good person.

Speaking of this matter, Hagrid's mood became much lower. He shook his head and said in frustration:

"The Ministry of Magic still hasn't issued the final notice. The official who came before swore to me that the Hippogriff is dead, and magical animals that hurt people must be punished with death."

This incident happened not long ago. A Slytherin extreme pureblood deliberately provoked a hippogriff and was attacked. The injury was not serious. The poor magical animal just slapped him with its wings.

But he acted as if he had been hit by a train. He not only rolled around on the ground in an exaggerated manner, but also shouted that he was going to die.

What's even more outrageous is that when the professors rushed to deal with the matter, there was a long bloodstain on his arm, which was said to be caused by the Hippogriff.

He also strongly demanded that Hagrid be held accountable. What's even more strange is that it was obviously not a big deal, but it alarmed the Ministry of Magic.

A high-level investigation team was dispatched. Mag, who was in charge of the matter at that time, became extremely angry. She said sternly:

"I don't quite understand, Scrimgeour, why you need to come over for such a small matter. Could it be that there is a dark wizard hidden in the Hippogriff?"

In response, the director of the Auror Office, the lion-like Scrimgeour, just pointed tiredly at the people he brought here:

"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement's strikers did not use Aurors, Minerva, and I don't want to come here either. This is an order directly from the Minister."

Zhang Xiao sneered:

"Hagrid, it's not your fault, that student did it on purpose. The Hippogriff will be fine."

If those extreme purebloods hadn't sent warning letters, Zhang Xiao would never have imagined that such an operation was still possible.

Cutting off trade directly was indeed a cruel move. The Ministry of Magic was caught off guard and had no idea how to deal with it. In three years, it was not just one or two companies that relied on the East-West trade, but an entire industrial chain.

When this industrial chain was cut off, wizards who had made their fortunes through trade launched wave after wave of protests.

That is to say, the time is still short, and the wizards were barely appeased, but if Fudge can't come up with any means to deal with it, what awaits him will definitely be overwhelming accusations.

Before that stern ultimatum had any effect, those extreme purebloods, out of some unknown motive, actually came up with a cool operation of creating chips without chips.

They learned that Hagrid and Zhang Xiao had a pretty good relationship, so they decided to concoct a teaching accident.

The Hippogriff is just a warning. If Zhang Xiao cannot persuade the East to restart trade, then Hagrid will be imprisoned in Azkaban next.

After all, it was just Luo Zhi's crime. They were very familiar with this routine.

What a strange brain circuit! What a mind-blowing operation!

However, Zhang Xiao was curious about why these purebloods came to him directly instead of Zhang Chengdao.

Later I found out that my father had received the 'ultimatum' which had been forwarded for who knows how long before it arrived. After reading the joke, he replied seriously, telling them that his son was responsible for all overseas affairs.

That third-year wizard has the final say on trade between the East and the West

He's pretty good at tricking his son.

Zhang Xiao's decision was to throw the warning letter to Dumbledore. The principal said that he would like to tell these purebloods what the rules are in the near future.

Hagrid still trusted Zhang Xiao very much. It was precisely because of Zhang Xiao's guarantee that he didn't worry too much about the safety of the Hippogriff.

He nodded heavily, almost throwing out Norbert who was sleeping in his hair, and said in a rough voice:

"Of course I believe you. Don't these officials in the Ministry of Magic ever do their job?"

Norbert yawned and blew out a few dazzling sparks. Dragons do not hibernate, but they will be very lethargic in the cave.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus, which has become the mascot of Hogwarts, was fed by the little wizards and almost gained weight several times. Last time Zhang Xiao saw it, it worked hard for a long time and almost failed to fly.

Norbert blinked and called the little wizard affectionately a few times as a greeting.

Then he grabbed Hagrid's hair angrily and yelled at him several times in dissatisfaction, probably to tell him not to shake his head so much that it would disturb his sleep.

Hagrid happily touched Norbert's head with his fingers, thought for a while, and then asked:

"Zhang, can you tell me the truth? Will trade be restored?"

He wrung his fingers in embarrassment and said sheepishly:

"You know, I often have to go to the market to do some transactions and meet some good guys. They all rely on trade to make a lot of new things. Now that trade is gone, many people have lost all their funds. On top.

Life was very bad. I heard that John the Hound was almost beaten to death by his employer because he took an order, but the goods were seized by the Ministry of Magic. "

Zhang Xiao shrugged. He should actually ask the Ministry of Magic, but he suddenly stopped when he reached his mouth.

He thought slowly, his eyes gradually brightened:

"Hagrid, do you know many people who mainly rely on trade to make money?"

"Hmm - there are about ten of them. They are not vendors who buy low and sell high, they are all creative people, such as potions, alchemy, workshops, etc. What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiao touched his chin. His original plan was to let the purebloods on his side compete with those extreme purebloods and win huge benefits on his own.

But he seemed to have overestimated the courage of these people. These gentle purebloods seemed to think that they had made enough money in the past few years, and it was not bad to be a coward for a few years. In short, the direction of the wind was unclear, and they were not willing to take action.

Without these pure bloods, relying on the wizards at the bottom would not be able to pry the Ministry of Magic into pieces, and would have little impact on the overall situation. In this case, all of his plans would be in vain.

But Hagrid's words gave him a new idea. The previous trade model was pure blood directly connected to the East, and then the pure blood was distributed to their respective stores for secondary distribution.

What if we bypass pure blood now and let those wizards go to Xiangjiang and buy directly from Daomen?

Everyone is not making money, and purebloods can still tolerate it, but it is clear that they originally earned their own money, but now they no longer have their share. This may not be tolerated.

After making up his mind to ask Hagrid to wait for news about him, Zhang Xiao did not focus on himself, but chatted with everyone about recent interesting things.

After leaving Hagrid's cabin and returning to the castle despite the heavy snow and cold wind, everyone was very cold.

This is where the people in the foyer should have separated. The Slytherin and Gryffindor common rooms were in completely opposite directions.

Everyone was handling the snow on their bodies and preparing to say goodbye. Zhang Xiao looked at the four little ones and said with a smile:

"Well, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Thinking of going to Zhang's house and having a lively Christmas like never before, the little wizard wanted to skip the night and set off immediately.

It must have been a great Christmas holiday.

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

The excessive chapters are particularly stuck. I don’t know why. Anyway, it’s very uncomfortable to write. To be honest, when I was writing this chapter, my mind was in a mess and I felt numb.

I also ask for your patience, readers. When writing the plot, it was really smooth. I even boasted in the group that I had a great time writing the plot of Gunter's old house, but there seemed to be no response.

The East-West trade line is actually quite important. It is a line buried for the fourth part. It is not a simple slap in the face. Emmm, why is the transition chapter so difficult.