Chinese students at Hogwarts

Time has entered January, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

Even the most active little wizards are reluctant to go outdoors in this weather. They prefer to stay in the warmth of the large common room or the lounge of their own college.

Fire up the fire or enjoy the warm sunshine on the beach.

But no matter how the temperature outside changes, the Room of Requirement is always warm as spring.

Zhang Xiao stood with his upper body naked and stood on the ground with one hand. Sweat fell from his body and there was already a puddle of water on the ground.

The muscles on the body show beautiful lines, and the skin is shiny under the light, which is the sweat reflecting the light.

In front of him, the picture stone sent by Zhang Chengdao was playing the picture.

In the picture, Master Shaotian's long sleeves are fluttering, his hair is lifted by the breeze, and he looks like a master.

"Xiaoxiao, our Taoist sect is in China, and we can borrow the power of heaven."

He had just watched this video, especially the scene of the yellow scarf warriors killing people in the crowd, which made his blood boil. He was so excited that he immediately did another set of exercises.

Especially my father’s cry of ‘Here comes the strong man! ’ And the hole in the clouds is so handsome!

After watching the short video again with unfinished thoughts, Zhang Xiao pumped one arm vigorously, jumped up from the ground lightly, and stepped lightly on the ground.

Not envious, not envious at all, isn’t it the fifth grade?

Master Tao, I am 13 years old and at level 7. Even if I get to level 18 by fooling around, I can still get to level 5 by grinding through qualifications. The Taoist sect is the world. Not only do we have to fight and kill, but we also have to deal with the world.

Some old men are not very good at cultivation, but they have high seniority. They can't be buried as low-ranking 9th-grade immortal officials, right?

Therefore, Daomen carefully prepared two routes. In addition to the normal actual teaching system based on merit and completion of KPI, there is also a virtual teaching system based on age and seniority.

Although in the [Heavenly Court] sequence, the position that requires seniority is in name only, and it cannot mobilize much power from the Heavenly Court, but at least the level has gone up.

Zhang Xiao walked barefoot on the cold ground and opened the bathroom door.

The mermaids standing at the edge of the bath holding clay pots suddenly moved together. They tilted the clay pots, and large streams of clear hot water poured out from the jars.

It filled the entire bath very quickly.

The last and most beautiful mermaid statue winked at Zhang Xiao charmingly, swaying its tail, eager to try.

Zhang Xiao waved his hand: "I don't need bubbles yet."

The scene where the mermaid turns into a bubble still feels weird no matter how many times I watch it. It is simply a reenactment of Andersen's fairy tale.

The statue mermaid blinked in disappointment and had no choice but to turn around and play with her long golden hair in boredom.

Burying his whole body in the hot water, Zhang Xiao let out a sigh of relief. If he didn't take a dip after every exercise, he always felt that he had lost his soul during exercise.

The incident in Xiangjiang was just the beginning, and the hundreds of onlookers were naturally released.

It is impossible for Fudge to cover the lid, and in fact it is the case, so Fudge is looking around for someone who can take the blame.

Zhang Xiao suddenly burst into laughter. He could only say that fate played tricks on people. The trading point in Xiangjiang was originally set up just to stimulate the pure blood.

Let them get moving and go to the ring with the Ministry of Magic. Who knows what the Ministry of Magic was thinking, but they actually sent people to clean up the place directly.

Is this a joke? Think this was a hundred years ago?

How many cannons can the great powers set up to open the country? Hong Kong is about to return, are you kidding me?

Zhang Xiao suddenly remembered the joke from his previous life:

After the great elder went to England for a tour.

The Queen hurriedly called for Prime Minister Cameron:

"Kazhongtang, what are you talking about?"

"Go back to Lafayette, foreigners are coming to build our railway."

Lafayette: "Where does the money come from?"

Ka Zhongtang: "The foreigners brought four major foreign banks to lend us money."

Lafayette: "What do the foreigners want?"

Ka Zhongtang: “Foreigners require five ports to trade”

It’s just that Zhang Xiao didn’t know that after his father dragged those people to the construction site to clear dust, he still felt that it was not enough and was thinking of something new.

Hong Kong, Kowloon

Zhang Chengdao looked down at the Ministry of Magic striker who was clumsily stirring the yellow sand and cement, and the Daomen supervisor who was roaring next to him (Idiot! The ratio of yellow sand to cement is wrong!)

These beaters are quite honest, or in other words, they immediately became honest after realizing that the wand was not in their hands.

Zhang Chengdao thought for a while and suddenly said to his wife:

"Sister Shu, let's just leave and leave Xiaoxiao alone in the west. For such a big thing, will those idiots from the Ministry of Magic take it out on him?"

Li Qingshu said doubtfully:

"Probably not. Isn't there Principal Deng over there? Principal Deng will definitely protect Xiaoxiao, right?"

Zhang Chengdao hummed twice, shook his head, and said with emotion:

"Sister Shu, you haven't paid attention to the recent news in the wizarding world.

Principal Deng is obviously a top figure in the West, with strong strength. The Heavenly Master also said that if they were abroad, he and Principal Deng would be equal, and they would be equal.

Even a figure like Principal Deng was forced to leave by the Ministry of Magic some time ago. He is no longer the president of the International Federation of Wizards, although Xiaoxiao said that Principal Deng himself did not want to be the president.

But this will give a wrong signal to those people who don't know the inside story, that is, Principal Deng is dying.

So I'm afraid that the Ministry of Magic has some bad intentions, and if it can't target us, it will target Xiaoxiao.

Although my son is extremely intelligent and will definitely be fine, he is here to study, not to deal with such bullshit. "

Li Qingshu frowned. In her impression, the government of a country is a gathering of the most intelligent people.

They may attack each other because of infighting and interests, but they won't do anything stupid on something that has little benefit but will cause huge consequences.

And she really couldn't imagine that a great figure like Dumbledore would be forced into the palace by his country's Ministry of Magic.

"Is the Ministry really that stupid?"

Zhang Chengdao raised his chin towards the batter who was clumsily plastering below and sneered;

"Is this something smart people can do? Directly sending these people to attack other countries' territories?"

Yes, this person doesn’t have an old cerebral thrombosis. How could he do such a thing?

Li Qingshu immediately became worried.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Chengdao suddenly said:

"Sister Shu, let's go back to Longhu Mountain immediately."

"Um?"

"Find a way! Support Xiaoxiao!"

Fudge was lying in front of the luxurious desk writing furiously, the expensive evil bird quill trembling gently.

".Therefore, without my order (the British Minister of Magic), for the sake of the stability of the wizarding world, the Daily Prophet is strictly prohibited from reporting any negative news about the Ministry of Magic!"

He put down his pen, picked up the parchment, and read the harshly worded document again.

Hmm. The meaning here is not clear enough. I need to change it again.

By the way, there is also Rita Skeeter. This woman is accustomed to using exaggerated statements in reporting, so she must also be warned.

Otherwise, I don’t know what he will write about this incident.

Picking up the quill pen, the gilded pen tip immediately wrote lines of letters smoothly:

"Also - Rita Skeeter, if you don't want to be banned from being a journalist by the Ministry of Magic -"

"Bang!"

The heavy wooden door of the office was pushed open again. Fudge's pen tip immediately tilted and drew a heavy mark on the parchment.

Lawless! Lawless!

Fudge was so angry that he was shaking all over. Is his office so easy to enter now?

How many times? Is the brass bell at the door a fake?

He slammed the quill on the table, no matter who it was!

I must teach you a lesson so that you understand what the power of the Minister of Magic is -!

"Dumbledore! Why are you here?"

Fudge jumped up from his chair as if a fire had set his ass off, and stammered as he looked at Dumbledore, who had a gloomy face and was obviously even angrier than himself.

Ever since he decided to eliminate Dumbledore as a hidden danger, Fudge has been avoiding meeting Dumbledore, whether out of fear or for some other reason.

He just doesn't want to see Dumbledore (the same is true in the books).

"Connelly--Fudge!"

Dumbledore's azure eyes stared at him, full of disappointment and anger, his long beard trembling, and his slender fingers holding a document that trembled.

"I didn't expect - I never expected, although I thought from the beginning that you wouldn't be a very good minister.

But I think you should at least be cautious. At that time, people need a minister who is cautious and will not mess around.

It’s just that I ignored how quickly a person can be corrupted by power, blinded by power and fall—"

Fudge stepped back in horror, but when he heard Dumbledore's words, his chubby face turned red again. Dumbledore's words didn't mean that he was an incompetent guy. As long as he sat in the minister's position, the wizarding world would Will it automatically get better?

That's too much! !

"Nonsense! I -"

"shut——up!"

Dumbledore expressed his attitude in more direct words. He slapped the document in his hand on Fudge's desk. The sound was not loud, but it seemed to pierce directly into his heart:

"Look, look, this is a document sent from the East!

We are asking why our Ministry of Magic openly sends violent teams to enter the country to attack!

They're asking you, the Honorable Minister Cornelius Fudge - are you going to declare war? "

Dumbledore thought of the few times he had met the species, and the deep impression the East had left on him. They were tough, good at close combat, and seemed to have a completely different magic system from the West.

Yes, with his wisdom he can certainly see that the two sides have different priorities, and that both sides have their strengths and weaknesses.

But Dongfang's fast and accurate melee combat method is a natural restraint for ordinary wizards who can only cast magic spells from a distance.

And this matter was originally wrongly handled by the Ministry of Magic.

I have to say that the separation from Muggles is too complete. The wizarding world is much simpler than Muggles.

At least it makes some sense, so being wrong is the biggest problem.

Dumbledore didn't care who the Minister of Magic was, and he didn't care who the little camp was.

But he cares about the entire wizarding world. Once there is a conflict with the East, only the most ordinary wizards will be injured.

Thinking of this, he became even more angry:

"Answer me, Fudge!"

A terrifying sense of oppression surged out of Dumbledore's body, hitting Fudge like a huge wave.

Fudge's lips trembled, and the feeling of being breathless came up again. He looked at Dumbledore, and even felt that this terrifying old man might kill him at any time.

"Dumbledore, this... this is a misunderstanding! I... I just sent people to combat smuggling!"

Fudge held onto his chair to keep himself from collapsing to the floor, his last act of decency.

"Minister Fudge." Dumbledore said with a sarcastic smile: "I'm just old, not confused.

I know exactly what the reason is. So how do you want to solve this matter? "

"You tell me"

Dumbledore said simply: "Publish it in the newspaper and apologize!"

"Impossible! The authority of the Ministry of Magic——"

"In your own name, of course. What does the Ministry of Magic have to do with you?"

Fudge's eyes immediately turned red, and he roared loudly: "I am the Minister of Magic!"

"Yes, so what? There have been many ministers in the Ministry of Magic, and you are just one of them."

Dumbledore paused and asked in a strange tone:

"You don't think you can continue to be your minister after doing such a stupid thing, do you?

I wanted to give you a warning and ask you to retreat quietly—"

He pulled out his wand. He didn't actually need a wand, but the gesture had a greater symbolic meaning.

If you don't want to be decent, then I will help you be decent!

Fudge understood. He looked at Dumbledore in despair, his eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he begged:

"Dumble - no no no, Albus, you can't do this!

To put it another way, anything will do, I - I am willing to pay private compensation - I will pay, I will pay 100,000 Galleons!

100,000! Enough for them to renovate that exchange 5 times! "

The disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes became even more intense

He knew very well who Fudge was. If he didn't have a deposit of more than one million Galleons, it would be absolutely impossible for him to be willing to spend one hundred thousand Galleons.

.

The Minister of Magic earns more than the Director, but only less than five thousand galleons a year.

"Write a public apology, front page headline in the Daily Prophet."

Dumbledore no longer wanted to look at this exquisitely dressed, pot-bellied creature of power. Instead, he turned around and left.

The little man with a cheerful smile on his round face, modest and studious, and full of affinity seemed to appear before his eyes again.

"Professor Dumbledore, I am Cornelius Fudge.

Your former student, professor, please teach me how to become a qualified minister! "

It's a pity that Dumbledore's figure is a little bleak. Fudge, you didn't pay attention to the lecture.

Dumbledore's figure disappeared outside the door.

Cornelius Fudge slumped in his chair and let out a low sob.

He knew that he was finished.

"Swipe-"

Barty Crouch Jr. sat on the table shaking the newspaper in his hand. The front page of the Daily Prophet read in huge bold letters "Cornelly Fudge - Public Apology!"

He smiled and lazily said to Umbridge who was holding the newspaper and reading it over and over again:

"Dolores, Fudge is finished!"

Yes, in the eyes of the public, just a letter of apology does not seem to shake Fudge's position as minister, but for those who stand high enough.

Sending such a letter of apology would mean the end of a career in the Ministry of Magic.

Umbridge also knew this truth. She showed a ferocious smile to Barty Crouch Jr.:

"Yeah - he's finished, but my resentment is still there -"

To be honest, Barty Jr. quite likes working with Umbridge.

In his opinion, the master's subordinates are either a bunch of people with ulterior motives and not pure at all, or they are violent maniacs like Bella who know how to eat big melons.

There are only a few people who are really willing to use their brains, and among them, Umbridge is the best, loyal enough to her master, and good at using her brains.

So he laughed:

“Don’t worry, Dolores—there will be a chance, there will be a chance!

Now that he is about to step down, our plans must be accelerated and we cannot wait any longer! "

Little Barty jumped off the long table, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the Dark Mark on his wrist with feverish eyes, his eyes filled with madness:

"Let the great Dark Lord - return!"

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