Chinese students at Hogwarts

Dumbledore let go of the note in his hand, and sparks appeared on the parchment, fluttering into the sky. Along with a wisp of smoke, the parchment quickly burned into ashes and dissipated in the biting cold wind. .

Taking off his glasses, his fingers unconsciously bent the silver temples, Dumbledore looked into the distance. His sight seemed to pass through mountains and lakes, through buildings and forests, and through the whimpering wind of the canyon.

"Gringotts, Diagon Alley."

Dumbledore stood up and suddenly laughed softly. Under Fox's confused eyes, he walked over and stroked its slightly hot tail feathers:

"Perhaps this is why we always like the unknown and do not succumb to fate, because life is like Bibi's multi-flavored beans, you never know what flavor it will be at the next moment."

Fox blinked his golden eyes, snorted disdainfully from his nose, and turned his head to look at the several shiny magic photos in the bird's nest that had been rubbed away.

He closed his eyes and let out a pleasant purr, then leaned forward and rubbed his head against the photo.

On the 285th day when that beautiful, noble, and elegant lady is away, I miss her!

Dumbledore's hand paused, then calmly retracted it, and gently wiped it on his clothes. The bird was no longer clean.

Dudley was carrying his schoolbag and stared at the small church standing in the corner of the school. Damn it, what Edward said was true. There was actually a church that rose up overnight.

How did you do it?

What Dudley didn't expect was yet to come. When he was still worrying about how to explain to the teacher that he could only attend half-day class, the teacher took the initiative to stop him and informed him in an unprecedented gentle tone that he had to go to church every afternoon. Half day volunteer.

That old man is so powerful?

The only trace of hesitation in my heart finally disappeared at this moment.

Edward is so powerful, maybe he can really avenge himself?

With mixed feelings of anxiety, excitement, expectation, and doubt, Dudley slowly walked through the school garden and came to the door of the chapel.

The heavy wooden door with intricately carved patterns made a dull sound when it was pushed open.

The afternoon sun shone through the cracks in the wooden door and cast Dudley's shadow on the ground.

The church was not big, and there were no colorful windows common in cathedrals. The dark red curtain made Dudley couldn't help but think of blood.

A figure knelt on one knee in front of the statue and prayed devoutly, and the low murmur of chanting echoed in the small church:

".

May the words and deeds of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and the Holy Lord

On earth as it is in heaven, in the name of the Father

Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Amen! "

Edward stood up, the priest's robe hanging down naturally:

"If you don't arrive before I finish praying, this door will be closed to you forever."

"There are some things going on at school," Dudley muttered.

Edward glanced at him: "Isn't it because you didn't do your homework and was punished by the teacher?"

Dudley blushed and looked at Edward waving towards him:

"Come on, follow me."

The two of them walked around the pulpit and came to the inner court of the church. Dudley watched Edward hang the candlestick on the wall, and the firelight cast a mottled shadow on the wall.

Then under Dudley's disbelieving gaze, the shadow-covered wall seemed to be swallowed by darkness, revealing a long and narrow crack.

Edward put his hand into the crack, as if pulling something. With the sound of mechanical rotation, the crack trembled and slowly opened to both sides.

"Those wizards and vampires love to use their tricks to hide dwellings and portals that look impenetrable and seamless, but are like the pancakes Susan bakes next door."

Edward suddenly spoke, he folded his hands on his lower abdomen, turned his head and said to Dudley.

Dudley tried hard to keep up with his rhythm, racked his brains for a while, and then said in a calm voice:

"You mean Susan's pancakes are as hard as iron?"

Edward closed his mouth and looked at him with a strange look, as if he were looking at a rare animal. Dudley was a little hairy when he looked at him, and then he sighed:

"Well, besides being overweight, having bad grades, and having a bad brain, I have to add one more thing.

Lack of enough sense of humor. "

Dudley didn't dare to speak at all and could only look at him helplessly. Edward shrugged and raised his forehead to the sky:

"I can't help it. Who asked me to choose you? This selection relationship is sacred and is watched by the Lord. Although you don't know it, I don't want to lie to you. I have begun to regret it a long time ago, but I have no choice now. To change.”

Dudley lowered his head, bit his lip, hunched his body, and walked slowly down behind Edward.

This was a spiral staircase, and soon they passed through a small door, and their eyes suddenly became brighter.

"Is this underground?"

Surrounded by rough stone walls, a few torches made of unknown materials were inserted into the pillars and burned fiercely. Dudley swore he had never seen white flames.

But the torches in front of him were burning with white flames, projecting white light. Just a few torches made the basement, which was almost the size of a basketball court, as bright as day.

"Those wizards have a kind of flame called 'Gublai Fairy Fire', also known as Everlasting Fire. It is a kind of enchanted flame that can burn forever."

A disdainful smile appeared on Edward's face: "Ha, eternal fire, bah!

Are they worthy? "

He raised his chin and nodded towards the torch on the wall:

"This is the true eternal fire. The flame taken from the Mountain of Light only burns on the tool it was first obtained. It will never be extinguished. Even the abyss cannot stop it from burning.

Boy, how many torches are there on the wall? "

"Six-six?" Dudley counted them repeatedly before saying uncertainly.

"Well, Liugen, this is my level. Remember, your guide, Edward Xiao, is the Six Flame Witch Hunter.

When your strength is strong enough, or you hunt enough aliens, you will get a torch burning with the holy fire. We usually use several torches to distinguish levels internally.

But in fact, this thing is of no use, because luck also plays a large part. Some people only have two or three flames, but their strength is outstanding, but they have never had good opportunities.

But some people are lucky enough to go out and pee when they encounter vampires having a meeting and wizards playing with balls they ride on broomsticks.

So what should we say about luck? "

Edward kept talking, and Dudley could see that he was extremely proud of his possession of six torches, but Dudley felt dizzy after hearing this.

He listened blankly to Edward talking about the achievements behind each torch, but his eyes were focused on the dazzling array of things on the wall.

There were all kinds of things there, including hand crossbows, longbows, old-fashioned rifles, bullet belts, shining silver swords, shields, and leather cords.

There was even a pair of bones that looked very weird. Dudley dared to swear on his dinner that this was definitely not a human skeleton, because human feet obviously didn't look like this, and there were no weird horns on the head.

Not to mention the horns that look creepy.

"Oh? Did you see it?" Edward shook his head: "This was left to me by my guide. According to him, this skeleton has been passed down to our tribe for more than a thousand years.

Everyone suspected that it was a demon, but no one had ever seen a demon. Even the most devout believers did not dare to conclude that there must be a demon.

Okay, kid—"

Edward stood in front of an oak table. Through the gap between his arms, Dudley saw some strange tools on the table, such as pliers, tweezers, test tubes, and magnifying glasses.

"First of all, I have to tell you that from the moment you step into the church, you will no longer be ordinary. You will see the real world."

Dudley nodded hurriedly and showed a flattering smile. In fact, he didn't care at all about the so-called real world and what was ordinary and extraordinary.

He just wanted to avenge his father. After revenge, he would go home to be with his mother and take good care of her.

Edward shook his head. How could Dudley's thoughts escape his eyes, but he had seen Dudley's situation too many times.

Once you enter through this door, it is difficult to get out.

He straightened his priest's robe, reached out and pulled on the rope on the wall, and a picture fell down. Dudley's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the picture.

"History is a maze and time is an unsolvable problem. We hide in the depths and guard the peace of mankind.

In the Middle Ages we hunted vampires, we hunted werewolves, we hunted wizards to bring fear to them.

The moon hanging high in the sky under the dark night is our symbol. Compared with the sun whose brilliance cannot be seen directly, we only reflect its brilliance.

This is who we are, we are the shadow of the sun, we are the dark side of the church, we are the hunters. "

Edward opened his hands with a solemn and solemn expression:

“Vampires used to be so rampant that they openly declared that the day belonged to humans and the night belonged to vampires. Werewolves attacked human children wantonly, eager to spread fear and despair.

Wizards - a group of pretentious guys who think they are superior to others and regard ordinary people as nothing but lambs to be slaughtered.

They capture innocent people to test their terrible magic.

But we are different, we are Avengers, we use holy silver arrows to cleanse the blood.

Their sins can only be repaid with blood! "

Dudley stared at him blankly with his mouth open. He carefully recalled the wizards he had seen, especially his cousin Harry. It seemed that there was an extra strange wooden stick, and the rest remained unchanged.

And they can't even release magic at will, this is what dad told himself, otherwise they will be expelled!

Perhaps seeing that Dudley didn't quite agree with his opinion, Edward smiled softly:

"It seems that you may have come into contact with a wizard or a vampire?"

Dudley closed his mouth tightly and said nothing. For some reason, he was unwilling to say that his cousin was a wizard.

"Yes, yes, maybe they are polite and harmless now, but you have to remember that it is because we have been here."

Edward smiled: "In the days without us, every alien would bring great disaster to ordinary people, but when we came, they were afraid, they started to be polite, and even bowed to you.

But - stay alert! We still have to hunt them until they disappear completely, and the whole world will be completely classified as ordinary people.

Let these shameless villains who have stolen the power of the Lord give back their power.

Let the Lord's things be unto the Lord, and the mortal things unto mortals.

The most important thing is that unlike wizards, we are willing to accept mortals from beginning to end. "

Edward looked at Dudley's chubby figure and suddenly frowned:

"Perhaps. We need to get your figure back to normal first."

"ah?"

Dudley suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was always so lively, and the thrilling dungeon tour finally lost its former heat. Even Justin, who had recovered enough to be discharged from St. Mungo's intact, began to talk about his first-person experience. .

Zhang Xiao knew that the little wizards finally showed their unprecedented optimism once again and forgot all their worries. Even the final exam of the third grade could not make them worry.

Just like last year, the Chamber of Secrets was still a popular tourist attraction, but this year, everyone has almost forgotten about it, except for those first-year wizards who have just entered school and will visit it under the leadership of their seniors.

Almost no one went there.

"It's not interesting. Many passages have been sealed by Professor McGonagall. Otherwise, you can still take risks in the sewers. Now you can only go to the main hall."

This is a common thought among little wizards.

Zhang Xiao expressed opposition to this. He wished that the entire seven years had passed peacefully. It would be best for Voldemort to suddenly die suddenly tomorrow and restore peace to the wizarding world.

But it backfired.

When he found a note in his beef pie, he knew his leisurely and happy life was coming to an end.

"Come to the principal's office at night and the password is Lemon Sherbet."

Only Dumbledore could come up with this notification method. He would not use any normal method.

Zhang Xiao sighed and turned his head to look at the teacher's desk. Dumbledore was sitting in his seat and raised his silver cup to gesture to him.

After finishing the Potions class, I listened to Snape constantly mocking the young wizards, claiming that if their talents were high enough and they studied hard enough,

When the circus encounters super-powerful life and death water, it will not be extremely ridiculous and tragic "the whole army is annihilated".

In class, he also emphatically praised Zhang Xiao for being an outstanding Slytherin with talent and hard work (emphasis added).

He completely ignored how much wool this little wizard had harvested from him and how many times he had used the water of life and death.

After listening to the blushing praise, Zhang Xiao felt that Snape seemed to have something to say to him after class. However, due to the principal's invitation, he could only rush to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

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