Chinese students at Hogwarts

Hong Kong, Kowloon.

There is a very unique area on this peninsula. It is only 6 acres in size, about 2.7 hectares, but due to historical issues and the treaty signed by the Qing Dynasty.

Legally speaking, this place still belongs to the East, so it has become a "world within a world".

But in fact, since the treaty was signed, this place has never had jurisdiction over the past hundred years because of its unique terrain and being surrounded by other places;

This is the Kowloon Walled City, a famous "Three No Matters" place. The village is filled with filth and evil and the environment is harsh.

However, with the increasing rise of China, it took a tough stance on the Hong Kong issue. During the negotiations, it was decided to demolish it first in 1993 and plan it as a big park.

The new exchange decided by Dao Sect is here.

Yaxley stood in the distance, looking at the dilapidated demolition construction site in the distance, and then at Kowloon, which was surrounded by high-rise buildings.

He couldn't help but sneer twice. As one of the Death Eaters who prefers to use his brain, Yaxley has been lurking in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic for a long time. He did some homework before coming.

Although Muggles are the same creatures as livestock and dogs in the eyes of Death Eaters, British Muggles are also the dogs of British wizards.

Simply comparing Muggles, British Muggles' buildings are prosperous and tall, while Eastern Muggles' buildings are like a large, shabby construction site.

Muggles are all like this, and you can imagine what those Eastern wizards are like.

Yaxley smiled contemptuously. It seemed that the East was really weak as Mr. Greengrass had guessed!

My mission is very simple, that is, to destroy the exchange established by Dongfang here, and capture all the wizards who dare to violate the Ministry of Magic's ban to Azkaban. The deeper goal is to use force to open the door of Dongfang and force Dongfang to Trade with your own faction!

He looked back at the team of more than 30 batters he led. There were even a few outstanding staff members who could rival those Aurors.

With such a powerful force, sweeping the market here would probably be as easy a task as an outing.

Yaxley sighed, really hoping that his master could give him some difficult tasks so that he could show his abilities, so that his master could see his talents.

"Let's go and flatten them!"

Dennis took off the wrinkled and extraordinary hat. This hat that he once regarded as a treasure was just a hat in Dennis's heart, nothing more.

He would never forget the way he held his hat and begged the officials at the Ministry of Magic to return the seized materials to him.

I still remember the extremely cold attitude that the official from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement named Yaxley used to deal with me:

"These things may be extremely dangerous. The Ministry of Magic must consider the majority of wizards and protect their safety, so please come back."

Although he said please, how could Dennis not feel the sarcasm in his tone?

After pleading to no avail, Dennis could only turn around and leave dejectedly, and then heard Yaxley spitting on the ground in a low voice, but loud enough for him to hear:

"****! You actually wear the same hat as me, do you deserve to wear something extraordinary?"

Dennis didn't know how he walked out of the Ministry of Magic. He only remembered that he lowered his head and clutched the hat that he regarded as a treasure in his hand.

Are you worthy of dressing up?

Yaxley's words kept echoing in his heart, and Dennis suddenly understood that wearing a hat did not make him a so-called upper class person.

The hat is not important, what is important? How can one truly become an upper class person?

The vice president of the Potion Association has already given the answer. From a mixed-blood wizard, relying on his own potion talents, he has reached today step by step.

Today, he has become a guest of many high-ranking people.

Unfortunately, it was too late when Dennis understood this truth.

Just when he was so depressed that he wanted to flee the UK and go wandering, he heard the news about the opening of a new exchange in Xiangjiang.

This unidentified news was Dennis's only life-saving straw, and he clung to it tightly.

Even though the big man named Hagrid said there were some restrictions, Dennis didn't want to miss this opportunity.

When he finally arrived at the exchange in Xiangjiang, he felt like he had arrived in heaven!

There is no middleman making a difference. You can directly go to stores in the East to buy materials, although the Ministry of Magic stipulates that raw materials are contraband.

But the finished products made from raw materials were not. Dennis immediately understood the purpose of Dongfang setting up many separate laboratories at the exchange.

He mortgaged everything, purchased a batch of materials, and made some super vitality tonic potions, all from scratch.

It's just that this time I know what is the right way.

Dennis yawned, ended his memories, and filled the gradually cooling potion into a crystal bottle.

He resisted the urge to get a bottle to cheer himself up, pushed the door open and walked out, preparing to sell these things.

It was not very cold in Xiangjiang in January, but Dennis, who had been awake all night, couldn't help but shiver. He subconsciously wrapped his windbreaker tightly and stuck the wrinkled hat on his head.

Dennis was about to leave, but he froze on the spot as if he had seen a ghost. A gloomy-looking man not far away was the Yaxley who had mocked him, wasn't he?

What is he doing here?

Could it be that - Dennis trembled, and before he could make a move, he saw Yaxley waving his hand, and the crowd behind him immediately raised their wands, the light shone, and the spells disappeared into the air one by one.

It's forbidden to apparate!

This is the counterspell against Apparition!

Dennis's heart felt cold. He seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground. I'm going to Azkaban.

"Tsk tsk tsk - you want to monopolize the profits?"

Alex slowly strolled through the interior of this exchange. The style here is quite peculiar. The road is paved with huge bluestones, and the four corners of the buildings on the street have raised cornices or are about to fly.

It seems to have a very special charm in it.

The beaters he brought were rushing into the shops on both sides, catching all the people inside who wanted to escape.

Some people want to resist, but how can those garbage who can't even use the disarming spell be the elite opponents they brought?

Alex continued to walk forward slowly. Behind him were the wailing crowd and the vicious team of batterers, as well as broken buildings and burning fires.

"Does that idiot Fudge think that he really has the final say in the Ministry of Magic?" Yaxley said to himself, enjoying this feeling.

Enjoying the feeling of killing and taking away others, this is the right, this is what he desires most.

Yaxley looked back at these capable team members, who were crushing the 'criminals' with overwhelming force, and nodded with satisfaction:

"If the master knew that I had developed so many of his followers in the Ministry of Magic, how would he reward me?"

At this moment, a dull thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and Yaxley raised his head and subconsciously looked at the sky.

The sky is still sunny, and the weather here is much better than in the UK.

Yaxley shook his head, but found that two people with Asian faces, a man and a woman, appeared at the end of the street.

He was staring at himself coldly.

Someone from the Ministry of Magic of the East?

Yaxley showed a ferocious smile, raised his wand and pointed it toward the sky, and a dazzling red spark shot out from the tip of the wand.

Soon, the batters he brought gathered from all directions and stood behind him.

Yaxley put his hands in his pockets and walked toward the two of them.

Then it's time to give these yellow-skinned monkeys some shock from the Ministry of Magic, and let them know that being able to provide funds for the great Dark Lord is the lifelong honor of these weak, poor monkeys!

Zhang Chengdao's face was so gloomy that he almost shed tears. He never expected that he and his wife had just returned to Xiangjiang from the UK and received the news that the exchange had been invaded.

Because it really doesn't pay attention to this so-called east-west trade, Daomen doesn't even bother to send people to stay here.

In addition to the two trading days every week, someone from Dao Sect will come with materials to sell and recycle some interesting things.

This is equivalent to a completely undefended free trade zone.

How could my father's Taoist sect, which had been here for thousands of years in East Asia, think that someone would dare to invade the Taoist sect's territory?

The last time I invaded the surrounding countries, I was prepared to die and went to the interior to steal things.

To raid a small exchange?

The Mother Cult, the Gaotai Cult, the Jiantou Master and the pseudo-Taoist priests over at Bangzi say that we don’t want to die, we want to live.

Zhang Chengdao stopped Li Qingshu who was about to rush forward and said in a low voice:

"Sister Shu, help me record it with the photo stone."

Li Qingshu was startled when she heard this, but then she heard her husband say calmly:

"Hasn't Xiaoxiao always wanted to know the strength of our Taoist sect?

There is also Qi Tan, whom he has longed for, and what Taoism is like. This is the Kowloon Walled City, a special place.

Please help me record it and let Xiaoxiao see why my Taoist sect is invincible in the world! "

Zhang Chengdao raised his right foot and took a heavy step forward:

"The earth character - rise!"

In Alex's surprised gaze, the ground under the man's feet suddenly rose up, getting higher and higher in a very short period of time.

In just the blink of an eye, an earthen high platform stood in front of us.

What is this for?

Alex looked at the about 10-foot-tall platform in confusion, secretly trying to figure out the purpose of the platform.

Is it because of low self-esteem that one has to stand taller, thus looking down on the opponent?

As soon as Zhang Chengdao waved his hand, the incense table was set up. In just a short moment, dozens of ways to kill the idiots in front of him ran through his mind.

Yaxley stopped, tilted his head slightly, and wanted to speak.

But Zhang Chengdao suddenly didn't want to listen to them, and made up his mind at this moment.

He took out two golden talismans, and with just a slight shake, the talismans immediately burned, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a wisp of green smoke and shot up into the clouds.

Zhang Chengdao stood still and shouted:

"Where is Lux?"

There seemed to be thunder surging in the sky, the clouds were rolling, and two holes suddenly opened, and two golden lights rushed down. When the light dissipated, there were two wearing golden armor, with burly bodies, comparable to Hagrid's The strong man stood in front of the high platform.

Their bodies were wrapped with streamers, and they didn't say anything. They just knelt down on one knee, closed their hands suddenly, and clasped their fists at Zhang Chengdao.

Yaxley opened his mouth and stared blankly at the two oppressive golden-armored giants in front of him.

He clearly saw the two golden-armored giants clasping their fists together. When their fists and palms came together, it was like a strong wind was blowing up.

What a terrifying power!

Yaxley swallowed, and he suddenly felt that the situation was different from what he imagined, and a thin layer of cold sweat quietly broke out on his forehead.

Not just him, but also the 'criminals' whom they caught, confiscated their wands, and tied up, as well as the beaters under his command.

At this moment, they were just looking at the two huge golden-armored giants blankly. This thing that was completely different from magic made them feel a little oriental shock for the first time.

Zhang Chengdao didn't think so much. That boy Zhang Xiao knew simple boxing and kicking skills. As for the thunder method, he had also seen it. When he was at Longhu Mountain, he had seen many Taoist disciples practicing Taoist methods.

If you want to give that boy a bit of a shock from the Taoist sect, you really can't do it without doing something more powerful.

"Catch them—" Zhang Chengdao paused, then added: "Be careful not to kill them."

The Yellow Turban Warrior finally made a dull voice for the first time:

"Follow the law!"

They turned around, their faces were obscured by their helmets, and they couldn't see anything clearly, but Yaxley felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious dragon.

"boom!"

The soil suddenly exploded under the feet of the two Huangjiang warriors, and their huge bodies turned into two golden lights and rushed towards them at a speed that was inconsistent with their bodies.

It was like sounding a battle horn.

[Everything is petrified] [Torn into pieces] [Thunderbolt explosion] [Collapsed]

The fiery magic spell pierced the air and rushed towards the yellow scarf warrior.

It was even mixed with the light of the Death Curse, but the Yellow Turban Warrior didn't know when he transformed into a huge golden shield.

They held their shields in front of them and sprinted towards the crowd under the spell.

Alex waved his wand, but no matter what spell it was, it had no effect on the huge shield.

He recalled what Fudge and Greengrass had said to him respectively. Is this what they meant by being vulnerable?

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

The writing of this paragraph is quite poor. When I was writing it, I felt it was wrong how I wrote it. I wanted to take a leave of absence to sort out the final touches, but I didn’t have a leave note.

After writing this chapter, I felt extremely depressed. I thought about it, and if it didn't work, I would quickly close the thread.

Tomorrow I'm thinking about whether I can optimize this one.