Chinese students at Hogwarts

By the time they returned to Hermione's small two-story building, Mrs. Granger had prepared a rich table of food.

At the dinner table, Mr. Granger drank too much again and insisted that Zhang Xiao made a mistake by learning magic and should become a dentist.

It was Mrs. Granger who didn't look right at her, and even kindly invited him to stay in the guest room after dinner.

I have learned to speak in Chinese style without any teacher - even late at night, I come here all the time.

You can't stay. If you don't have this intention, it's best not to give the wrong signal.

Under Mrs. Granger's regretful gaze, the Ferrari's taillights gradually faded away.

Claridge's Hotel, Zhang Xiao handed the key to the parking attendant. This hotel named Claridge's is the only hotel Zhang Xiao knows in London.

Because this is where my wife and best friend stayed when they came to the UK in the last life. It cost almost 10,000 yuan a night. When they came back, they were blown away by it.

It has hosted royal family members and celebrities including Queen Victoria, former Prime Minister Churchill, Audrey Hepburn, Carl Grant and other royal family members.

The Art Deco style of the 1920s makes people feel like they are in a frozen time. The confident, well-trained and polite waiters are impeccable.

Zhang Xiao remembers that he was almost sick from listening to it. When he went to Suzhou Garden to play, he said that the garden was so dirty. Why didn't such an old thing die?

Similar to many five-star hotels, the first thing that catches the eye is the magnificent high-ceiling lobby.

The dazzling crystal vases, gilt pillars, and black and white diamond-like flooring like piano keys reflect the soft halo of the low-hanging chandeliers.

A carved railing staircase covered with printed carpets spirals majestically up, and in every manually operated old elevator, there is a sofa for resting.

Zhang Xiao smacked his lips. Overall, the feeling here is quite intimidating. For example, the elevators can be replaced with the latest ones, but they are not replaced. There is also a uniformed guy wearing white gloves to press the buttons for you.

Didn’t this style come up all of a sudden?

When I got to the room, I cleaned the bed and bathtub again.

I turned on the old-fashioned vinyl record player in the room, accompanied by a tingling noise similar to 'fried beans'.

The somewhat distorted melodious tune of "Blue Danube" sounded in the room.

This sound was once considered a failure and an intolerable impurity at this time.

But after a few decades, it has become a "retro sound" that everyone loves and misses.

Accompanied by the cheerful music of the Danube River, Zhang Xiao shook his body gently.

I'm not talented, but I also learned the national standard in school in my previous life. I took this opportunity to hold the hands of several female classmates.

It's a pity that none of them became girlfriends.

The waltz in 3/4 time is originally a kind of self-entertainment dance. It is okay to dance alone. Zhang Xiao turned in a round circle.

The clothes on his body jumped off by themselves, dancing as if they were still on the person.

The bathtub was quickly filled with gurgling spring water that came from nowhere, and after a while it started to bubble again.

Zhang Xiao spun again, waved goodbye to his clothes, and jumped into the bathtub.

The wine and fruits in the refrigerator jumped onto the tray.

In the crystal glass, the light green liquor of mint liqueur rippled slightly, and it felt refreshing in the mouth.

Zhang Xiao sighed beautifully and put his arms on both sides of the bathtub. Outside the window was the brightly lit London.

The streets are busy with traffic and people, but there is a leisurely tranquility in the room.

Zhang Xiao was in it, feeling this rare atmosphere, and was fascinated for a moment.

I don't know how long it took, but the noise outside gradually quieted down, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep.

The water in the bathtub is still warm under the influence of magic.

"Beep beep, beep beep."

Zhang Xiao came back to his senses and waved casually to the Qiankun bag placed aside, and the telescope slowly floated over.

Well, it’s true that I haven’t contacted my parents for a while, and I don’t know if the family is still as busy as before.

"Grandpa?" Zhang Xiao was startled and instinctively wanted to stand up, but then he thought that he was naked, and the surging water showed how fast he was.

"Hey, where's the bath?"

Zhang Cunyi stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Grandpa, why are you here today? Where are my parents?"

Zhang Xiao turned the mirror around and hurriedly got out of the water. His body shook and the remaining water droplets on his body were shaken away.

After finding a soft and comfortable Taoist robe to put on, I bowed to the Heavenly Master in the mirror in a proper manner.

"A disciple of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Xiao is walking around the world and has met the old Heavenly Master."

"Okay, okay, it's just us, grandfather and grandson, here. Don't bother us. Your parents just came back from the Gobi. They are very tired. Let's go to bed first."

Gobi? What happened in the Gobi again?

Zhang Xiao smacked his lips. Why do you think that your parents may not let you go back to your hometown during this time, because they are protecting yourself?

The more I think about it, the more likely it is that I think it is possible. Don’t underestimate the name of World Walk, since you enjoy the convenience of the name of World Walk.

Then we must assume corresponding responsibilities.

If you are in China, if something happens to you, you really have to go to it, and you have to do it at the risk of your life.

If he is afraid to move forward and is timid at risking his life, not to mention other Longhu Mountain disciples, even Zhang Xiao himself will look down on himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiao suddenly asked: "Grandpa, is it your intention not to let me return to China during the summer vacation?"

Zhang Cunyi in the telescope nodded slightly:

"Yes, it was my order."

"But why? I'm not afraid of fighting those monsters."

Zhang Cunyi couldn't help but laugh: "Of course I know you are not afraid, Xiaoxiao, but it makes sense for you to stay there.

Let's not talk about this for now, Xiaoxiao, I'm afraid you are going to hold a competition called the Goblet of Fire, which will include schools from many places. "

Zhang Xiao's attention was immediately attracted by what his grandfather said, Goblet of Fire? Including many schools?

Yes, the Goblet of Fire is indeed going to be held in fourth grade, but how did Grandpa know? Are there any changes to Goblet of Fire?

"Ahem, although our Taoist sect did not attend Nalaoshizi's seminar, there were still people from several nearby countries participating.

The news they told me was that they wanted to organize the Goblet of Fire into a global competition. "

Zhang Xiao listened silently, but he was really shocked by the news.

A global Goblet of Fire? Why such a big change?

After the old master in the telescope was silent for a while, he said slowly:

"Grandpa hopes you can do something."

Zhang Xiao nodded and cheered up:

"Grandpa, tell me."

"Participate in the Goblet of Fire and go to the end. It doesn't matter whether you win the Goblet of Fire or not, but you must at least be among the top three."

Zhang Xiao opened his mouth and wanted to say that if he remembered correctly, you have to be at least 17 years old to sign up for the Goblet of Fire.

But since grandpa said it, then we have to create a way even if there is no other way, isn't it the Goblet of Fire!

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission!"

Zhang Xiao nodded seriously, then his expression relaxed again, he rubbed his hands and said with a flattering smile:

"Well, grandpa, can you ask me why I must participate in the Goblet of Fire-"

No kidding, the Goblet of Fire with the intensity of his previous life was not difficult at all for him. He could even suppress others to the point where they couldn't even lift their heads.

So I really didn't plan to participate at the beginning. I couldn't do a one-man show by myself, and I had to leave the opportunity to other young people.

I thought that the Heavenly Master would still be a riddler and choose not to say anything.

Unexpectedly, he thought for a while and slowly said two words.

"prestige!"

Ministry of Magic, private conference room for the Minister of Magic.

Dumbledore finally agreed to Barty Crouch and promoted the progress of the Goblet of Fire global competition.

The Minister of Magic of the country where each magic school is located either personally or sent representatives to gather in the UK to discuss the Goblet of Fire global competition, which has been officially put on the agenda.

"Minister Crouch——" A bald man with a strong accent put the cigar in his hand aside:

"I have another question here. If a global Goblet of Fire is held, it will become a grand event for the entire wizarding world.

By then, the number of spectators will be more than the World Cup. The World Cup has ticket restrictions, but the Goblet of Fire does not.

Does the British Ministry of Magic have the capacity to host so many wizards? "

Crouch nodded and said seriously:

"Thanks to the Russian Magic Duma for the reminder, but I have also discussed this with Mr. Albus Dumbledore. His friend, the famous alchemist Mr. Nick Flamel, is willing to provide a brand new alchemical item.

Real-time game footage can be projected, and we will use live tickets to combine this projection method.

Strictly control the number of people on site and place this kind of screen at a unique gathering point as an aid, which can effectively relieve stress. "

Everyone present nodded thoughtfully. If this is the case, then there is indeed no problem. As for whether such a thing exists, no one doubts it.

Nick Flamel is a resounding golden name.

The French Minister of Magic shrugged. Beauxbatons was one of the traditional participants in the Triwizard Cup.

He was happy to see the expansion of the Goblet of Fire's influence, even a little happy.

Ever since Grindelwald almost set the whole of Paris on fire, the reputation of the French Ministry of Magic has plummeted.

It is urgent to rebuild the glory of France. He believes that Beauxbatons led by Madame Maxime will definitely achieve excellent results.

The Japanese Minister of Magic sat in the corner with his head curled up, not daring to say a word at all.

In the history of the magic house, they boasted about themselves according to the tradition of their country, and they only wrote that they had annihilated 30 million Taoists and successfully entered Iwo Jima.

They also didn't expect that the 'historical records' they wrote for fun would one day attract scrutiny from the British Ministry of Magic.

Just take a look, the key is that you really believe it?

The British Ministry of Magic, which had been deceived, wanted to skin these little dwarfs from the Japanese Ministry of Magic alive. How could they dare to raise any opinions?

Being able to sit here is already the consequence of Fudge stepping down and Crouch taking office.

The Minister of Magic of Brazil, where Castrobushe is located, knocked on the table with a cane made of woven rattan.

"What about the competition format? What about the number of participants?

If it's still the old method of only producing one warrior from each school, I don't agree, because this doesn't reflect the true strength of the school at all.

If the warriors of Castrobusche are eliminated early due to some accidents, does this mean that Castrobusche is not the best magic school in the world?

This format is too frivolous and I cannot agree with it. "

oh? The best magic school in the world?

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the somewhat excited Minister of Magic.

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

Several other magic ministries immediately raised their hands. The Speaker of the Magical Congress of the United States looked around and whispered support:

"Seconded."

"Competition system. Competition mode"

Barty Crouch carefully wrote this line on the parchment.

Then he raised his head, looked around everyone, and asked seriously:

"So, in addition to the competition system and competition mode, do you agree with holding a global Goblet of Fire event?

The voting begins now. "

After speaking, he raised his hand first. Dumbledore retracted his gaze from the Brazilian Minister of Magic and slowly raised his hand.

The remaining representatives from the Ministry of Magic looked at each other and raised their arms as well.

"The French Ministry of Magic agrees—"

"The United African Magical Tribes agree—"

"The Russian Magical Duma agrees—"

"The Brazilian Ministry of Magic agrees—"

"MACUSA agrees—"

"Japan. The Japanese Magic Cabinet agrees——"

"Bang!"

The little gavel struck, and a smile finally appeared on Barty Crouch's face. This also made everyone realize that this seemingly old-fashioned British Minister of Magic could still smile?

"The vote was unanimous, let's move on to the next topic, the competition system and competition mode of the Goblet of Fire!"

When Dumbledore finally ended the meeting and returned to Hogwarts, he sat in his high-backed chair a little tired, smiled lightly at Fox and said:

"Fox, you said it would have been nice if Fudge had worked harder and taken all my positions away."

He shook his head, feeling a little ridiculous. The countries were so noisy that the whole afternoon's meeting did not only confirm the hosting of the Goblet of Fire.

No consensus has been reached, and everyone is proposing solutions that are beneficial to themselves.

For example, Castrobshe insisted on increasing the proportion of herbs and plants.

Wagadu, for his part, seeks to turn human transformation into a major project.

Even the magic house secretly expressed whether they could do something special, such as magic dance, magic ukiyo-e and so on.

It's just that their presence is too weak and they are completely ignored.

Dumbledore looked at the thick pile of mail on his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. At this time, he looked forward to retirement more and more.

"Let me see - an invitation from the Alchemy Association. If you don't want to go, what about the speech at the Gaobushi finals? An invitation from the Pu Rong Rong Association."

After flipping through a letter, Dumbledore's fingers stopped.

He picked up a letter and looked at the signature "Zhang" and the familiar handwriting on it.

Couldn't help but laugh softly.

This letter deserves to be taken seriously.

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