Chinese students at Hogwarts

The lightning-struck wooden wand was vibrating, the blood was boiling, and the golden light was shining.

The people around Zhang Xiao had already run away. Standing next to Zhang, he only felt the tingling pain on his exposed skin.

It was like invisible needles pricking me constantly.

Only Xiao Ma still stood there and asked tremblingly:

"Zhang Zhang. What's wrong with you?"

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the professors. The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared. He strode away from the little wizard, walked to Zhang Xiao, and gently put his hand on his shoulder. Go up and say in a low voice:

"Zhang, although I don't know why you want to kill the other party so strongly, even a barbarian knows not to attack the guests who come to his banquet.

When they stand here, it is a covenant that the five continents and all magic schools abide by - that is, safety is guaranteed. "

Dumbledore didn't say much because he thought Zhang should understand.

The wand disappeared again, the golden light gradually dissipated, and the tingling feeling like a ray of light on the back also disappeared.

Zhang Xiao nodded and let out a sigh of relief:

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, I understand."

Uncle Deng is right, in such a formal occasion, it is indeed forbidden to do anything.

Is there a chance? There are many. I didn't know there was an Onmyoji before, but now I know it, it's different.

Dumbledore came to the front again, and the people from the magic house had already lined up and bowed deeply to Dumbledore.

Just as their secular government is subservient to the United States, the Magic Office is very deferential to the British Ministry of Magic, which occupies a leading position in the wizarding world.

Otherwise, Greengrass and Fudge would not have believed the records of the Magic House so easily.

In their opinion, the magic house is as submissive as a son, so how could he lie to his father?

"Your Excellency Dumbledore, I am Ono Daofeng, the president of the Magic House, and I have long admired my name."

An old man, also wearing a golden robe, stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Dumbledore once again used the standard lines he had said 6 times:

"Welcome, welcome to everyone in the magic place."

Malfoy came back carefully and asked with lingering fear:

"Zhang, what happened to you just now?"

Zhang Xiao has fully recovered. He just suddenly saw the Onmyoji and was overcome with emotions caused by the excitement.

At this moment, I even had the time to listen to the people at the Magic House chatting with Dumbledore in native English.

"Well - I saw something I didn't want to see, and I was a little angry."

"Just angry?" Malfoy shook his head in disbelief. He gestured: "Do you know how scary it is? It's like an ice cube. The surrounding area has dropped several degrees. It's very cold, and the coldness is not physical. Yes, from the heart.

look--"

Malfoy rolled up his sleeves and showed him the goosebumps that had not gone away:

"I feel like someone is pricking me with a needle when I'm around you."

The magic office over there had finished their greetings. They lined up neatly in two lines, followed the president step by step, and walked towards the auditorium.

Zhang Xiao’s eyes were fixed on ‘Akina Nakamori’ at the front, Onmyoji. Since dad said that Onmyoji’s orthodoxy has been destroyed, it will definitely be destroyed.

To destroy an orthodoxy is not simply to rush into the sect and finish the job. It is really impossible to let go of the method of cooperating with divination and calculation.

So the appearance of this Onmyoji is very strange.

Professor McGonagall looked at the time and asked in a low voice:

"Dumbledore, it's already eight o'clock. When will the last school come? The students are still hungry."

Indeed, at this point, the little wizard would have already had his meal and should be doing homework or resting in a soft chair by the fireplace.

At this moment, these little wizards were beginning to get irritable. They were rubbing their bellies, kicking the stone slabs under their feet, complaining about being cold and hungry.

Dumbledore glanced back at the formation of young wizards. Zhang was right, I'm afraid they really wouldn't be able to come.

"Come on, Minerva, let the students go to the Great Hall to prepare for the banquet."

Listening to the greetings of the prefects and professors, Zhang Xiao sighed softly, although he knew rationally that they would not be able to come.

But there is always a bit of unrealistic fantasy.

I glanced at the sky and saw that it was the east.

If you don’t want to come, don’t come. I’m enough alone!

Zhang Xiao shook his robe and prepared to follow the crowd to the auditorium.

"Dudu - Dudu -"

The Qiankun bag trembled slightly, Zhang Xiao took out his telescope, and as soon as he turned it on, he heard his father Zhang Chengdao's voice:

"Xiaoxiao, take a good look later, Daomen's appearance will be very handsome!"

Zhang Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, as if responding to something.

In the boundless night sky, the wind and clouds surged, and large tracts of clouds gathered in the sky, forming a continuous sheet that covered the sky and the moon.

This sudden vision stopped the little wizards heading to the auditorium.

"Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall showed a rare hint of nervousness because the movement was a bit too loud.

Even if it was magic, she had never seen the power that could instantly gather such a large cloud.

Dumbledore once created the fog that enveloped most of the city. In McGonagall's opinion, it was magic beyond imagination.

The clouds here are endless!

"They are coming -" A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, and his blue eyes looked at the sky:

"Minerva, the last mystery school - from the East. Well, I still don't know what the school is called."

The students at the magic institute also raised their heads in astonishment, and they communicated quickly in Japanese in a low voice:

"Is this celestial magic?"

"With such a huge power, I wonder if the world's greatest person, the wizard's flaming phoenix, Mr. Dumbledore, can do it?"

Among the clouds in the sky, a beam of light suddenly pierced the clouds, and then the clouds rolled and parted on both sides.

A majestic and huge palace is located in the clouds, with thousands of auspicious auras, the sky is filled with rays of light, and the faint figures appear in the clouds.

There is a golden dragon circling and flying on the left, and a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring on the right. It is like a fairy!

Zhang Xiao stared at this scene with his mouth wide open, the excitement and shock in his heart was indescribable - even though this hall looked very much like the Tianshi Mansion.

How did you do it? Such a method!

The little wizards couldn't understand what fairy energy was, but that didn't stop them from being intoxicated by this sight they had never seen before.

"Zhang, is this the Heavenly Palace?"

After all, it was Malfoy who had been studying Chinese for two and a half years. He pointed at the palace in the sky and murmured.

What was even more surprising than Malfoy was the magic house that also fell within the scope of Chinese culture.

"Heavenly Palace?" "Immortal?" "Such a gorgeous scene, immortal descended to earth?"

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Zhang Xiao finally understood what his father said he would be handsome.

First, a figure came to the huge door in front of the palace and jumped.

It turned into a stream of light and shot straight down, and behind him, dozens of streams of light followed.

Like the most gorgeous fireworks, leaving clear traces in the night sky!

That's sword light!

Thousands of meters above the high school, a group of Taoist disciples wearing thin Taoist robes sniffed and worked hard to maintain several weird-looking huge glazed mirrors.

"Master, are you okay? It's too cold!"

The short, fat Taoist slowly and gradually reached the edge of the clouds, revealing one eye and looking down.

I just feel dizzy and my feet are weak:

"Ouch, too high, too high."

The disciple with two runny noses laughed loudly;

"Hahahahahaha, master, you're afraid of heights and you're still blocking this job. Aren't you asking for trouble?"

The short and fat Taoist shook his sleeves, sat on the clouds, and said angrily:

"You know nothing! The old Celestial Master has no plans left. He said that he would give the little Celestial Master the strongest backer in the world, and he wanted the little Celestial Master to gather the popularity of the people in the world. This means that doing this will definitely be of great use in the future!

So we have to do this well!

Maybe if the Heavenly Master does this, he will save us in the future?

Just do what the old man tells you and don't think about what you have or don't have, you know? "

"I understand, Master, ah sneeze!"

The short and fat Taoist then remembered something and slapped his head:

"That's almost it, call it a day! Let's go back! There are still a lot of things to do over there in China."

In the sky, the separated clouds slowly closed again, and the huge palace like a fairyland disappeared.

Only dozens of bright streams of light shot toward the ground, and landed on the ground of Hogwarts in just a moment.

The president of the magic house suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth, but there was only a grunt coming from his throat.

As several countries close to China, you may not know who has the highest authority in your country, but you cannot help but know who has the final say in the extraordinary world of East Asia.

Go out and ask around, who doesn't know that when the Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain, China's Taoist Gate, stamps his feet, the ground in East Asia will tremble three times?

It was the Heavenly Master who came in person!

He hurriedly greeted the students:

"Hurry! Come with me to see the Heavenly Master!"

"Hahahahaha, Principal Deng, we meet again!" Zhang Cunyi put his hands behind his back and greeted Dumbledore with a smile.

Dumbledore also smiled and nodded:

"Mr. Zhang, long time no see."

Zhang Xiao felt like he was about to burst into tears because he saw his father and mother with slightly tired faces in the crowd.

At this moment, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu were following behind the Heavenly Master, and Zhang Chengdao even greeted him with a wink.

Judging by the shape of his lips, he said, "Are you surprised or surprised?"

surprise! Accident!

Zhang Xiao nodded vigorously. Malfoy beside him had not yet recovered from his shocking appearance.

The young wizards were also discussing enthusiastically the shocking palace above the sky just now, as well as the Taoist gate that suddenly appeared at this moment.

Is this the power behind Zhang?

Except for Dumbledore, it was the first time that the remaining staff at Hogwarts truly realized the power behind Zhang.

After having this understanding, whether it was Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, or Snape, they suddenly realized that Zhang was really too humble.

In my daily life, I don't have that kind of commanding and condescending attitude at all.

Especially those extreme purebloods from Slytherin, who would like to sew their family backgrounds on their clothes, and show their 'prominent' family backgrounds wherever they go.

In such a comparison, Zhang is even better!

If those extreme pure-blood families had this kind of power, wouldn't they declare that the Ministry of Magic was run by their own family?

I am talking about you! Malfoy in the original book!

Zhang Xiao couldn't hold it in any longer, separated from the crowd and ran up. He first greeted all the seniors in a polite manner, and then asked in a low voice:

"Mom and Dad, didn't you say that the country is very busy? We can't spare any manpower, so why are they all here?"

Li Qingshu touched Zhang Xiao's head and smiled gently:

"Well, we were very busy, but the Heavenly Master said that we had to go and support Xiaoxiao, so we hurried over here."

"That's right, but it's hard work. You have to go back after dinner later. The situation in the country is indeed getting more and more serious. It's really strange. Why is there no such situation in the wizarding world?"

Zhang Chengdao took over the conversation. In the past year, he had been running around various places in the country. When he pressed the gourd, another gourd floated up. He was really tired and miserable.

"Stop talking, how are you doing recently?" Zhang Chengdao touched his head, so free and easy that he simply threw aside the worries he just had.

"It's good. I just miss you so much."

This sentence made Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu somewhat silent. They sighed softly and could only pat their children with forced smiles:

"It's coming soon. You will graduate in three years. You can go home when you want and come out when you want. Your grandpa said there is no need to restrain you. You have your own way."

"Yeah, by the way, dad, what was in the sky just now? The Taoist flying magic weapon? And when you were flying down."

"Ah, that is actually an illusion. How much effort would it take to really move the Shangqing Palace in our Tianshi Mansion?

Anyway, it's just a matter of face, it just looks like the scene is big -" Zhang Chengdao rummaged in his Qiankun bag for a while and took out a particularly mini sword.

The style is simple and looks like a bronze sword. The blade flashes and looks very sharp.

"This is for you." Zhang Chengdao put the small sword into his son's hand and said mysteriously: "Guess, what is this?"

Zhang Xiao looked through it for a while, and found that it was something like a toy, less than the size of a palm, and it was quite suitable to be used as a fruit knife.

"Xiaoxiao, didn't you tell your parents about flying with a sword before? Your grandfather made this for you -

It happened that some time ago there was something to be dealt with on Baodao. My father also met a person who told me about the Legend of Sword and Fairy. He also showed me a lot of information and their designs.

I thought it was quite interesting, so I told your grandpa.”

Zhang Chengdao kept talking: "But the problem is still the same. The wind is too strong. It is quite flexible and the speed is quite fast. But it is really cold when flying, and it cannot fly too high."

Zhang Xiao had completely ignored his father's words. He just looked at the small sword in his hand over and over.

There are only a few words rolling back and forth in my mind, Yu Jian! flight!

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

I don’t know if it’s a cold or influenza A, I’m in terrible pain.