Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhang Xiao sat up directly, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

He did not ask the elves whether the news was accurate, because these little guys must have confirmed it repeatedly before reporting to him.

In fact, this is also the case. This employee of his own company, the elf named ‘Ocean’, strictly follows the training, stating the conclusion first, and then the detailed process.

"This news was verified by the elves in the Hogwarts kitchen. Four elves were cross-observed at that time. They are outstanding elves who have served Hogwarts for many years."

Oatmeal straightened his body and said proudly:

"They know everyone in the castle. After constant verification by the four elves, the person who came to the eighth floor is Astoria Greengrass, a second-year Slytherin student!"

Zhang Xiao rubbed his cheek, a little confused and distressed. How could it be Astoria?

I started making the list when I knew someone was going to the Room of Requirement during the game.

I thought about all the suspects I could think of, and to be honest, Astoria was among them, but her priority was very low.

When Harry and Astoria first got together, I carefully watched them with my eyes, and Astoria had been writing love letters to Harry for two years.

It can’t be that the layout was started two years ago and today, right?

If Voldemort had such a brain, he would have dominated the wizarding world long ago, and two years ago he didn't know where he was hiding. Voldemort without an external brain would never have been able to bury such a deep thread.

Besides, Harry's dressing sense has improved a lot since living with Sirius.

A makeover is never an exaggeration!

There have been countless love letters written to Harry since second grade!

"Did she do anything special after she came out?" Zhang Xiao tried to find out more information.

Oatmeal took out a black notepad, opened it, and began to read word for word, much like a child at home who had just learned to read would perform reading to an adult.

"Astoria entered the Room of Requirement at 9 o'clock and left at 11 o'clock.

Went back to the auditorium to watch the game.

"She looked like she had spilled her owner's favorite drink and was fearful of the coming scolding," Bubu said.

Lemon said: She looks like a disobedient elf who is about to be punished.

"

Listening to the elves describing Astoria's mental state in their own familiar ways, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but laugh.

Although slightly abstract, the elf's meaning is clear.

That means Astoria definitely failed. Although she didn't know what she was going to do, at least she didn't meet expectations.

Never doubt the sensitivity of the elves in completing their master's mission.

Now there is only one thing that Zhang Xiao fears most, that is Astoria is looking for the diadem hidden in the Room of Requirement, Voldemort's Horcrux.

But this possibility is very low. Horcruxes have always been a secret hidden by Voldemort. Even the most loyal Death Eaters do not know the secret of Horcruxes.

He also presented this to others as the secret of eternal life.

so.

Asking Astoria to find the Horcrux Zhang Xiao shook his head, took out a note and wrote a line of words.

"Cereal, can you give this to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Oatmeal nodded solemnly, as if the note was something very precious. It carefully put the note away and said firmly:

"Oatmeal will do!"

Zhang Xiao opened his mouth. In fact, Dumbledore was just a hundred or two hundred meters away. It was just that he was not suitable to do this.

With a muffled "bang", the elf disappeared again. Zhang Xiao put back his chaotic thoughts and looked at the picture on the curtain.

But I found that during this period, there have been new changes.

Dumbledore took the note from the elf's hand and said a gentle thank you. The elf immediately let out a small scream of surprise, covered his face and disappeared.

The way Zhang did it seemed pretty good, Dumbledore thought as he opened the note in his hand. His smile gradually disappeared, and what emerged was solemnity and vague anger.

The principals in the seats felt that the surroundings seemed to have become colder, and there was a suffocating depression.

They looked around in confusion, and several powerful principals had already fixed their eyes on Dumbledore, with questions in their eyes, wondering what could make the number one person in the wizarding world so angry. .

However, Dumbledore quickly adjusted his emotions. Under the table, sparks quietly appeared on the note held between his two fingers. It burned up in an instant and drifted away in the sea breeze.

You broke the rules again, Tom.

Dumbledore's face was as dark as water. He had always believed that fighting was normal. There were always fights in this world, and we could not expect everyone to agree on the same idea.

But no matter what, those young wizards could not be involved. During the first war, he and Voldemort maintained this tacit understanding.

So Hogwarts has always been the safest place.

I originally thought that the current second war would be the same.

But the returning Voldemort obviously no longer intends to abide by this rule, and he is challenging his bottom line again and again.

From using young wizards as bargaining chips and kidnapping young wizards last year, to directly asking second-year wizards to do things this year, Dumbledore was finally completely angered.

Tom, does death scare you that much?

Zhang Xiao looked at the screen where Harry, Ron Malfoy, was lying on a wall, shouting something with tears streaming down his face.

The voice was so pitiful and the cries were so sad. His stomach hurt from laughing.

The reason was that the three idiots were running around in the underground maze, and finally came to a room. There was a crystal-like film on one wall, and they could vaguely see the other side.

Then they saw Hermione, Cedric and Neville lying in the room covered in blood. They looked seriously injured and had fallen into a coma.

The three of them immediately panicked. After trying every method to no avail, San Shao was about to collapse.

I didn't take into account the many doubts in this matter at all.

For example, why did they happen to see this scene when they arrived in this room, and how could the trio across from them happen to be in this room as well.

Not to mention that there are so many spectators watching the game, and the warriors also have Nicolas Flamel's protective props on them.

The principal is watching them, how could an accident happen?

But the brain circuits of young wizards are so strange, and Harry and Ron, the two little boys, really gave a decent explanation.

"Malfoy, think about it, Nick Flamel is not omnipotent! (Nick Flamen blows his beard and stares angrily)

Look at our intercom completely disabled here! "

"Malfoy, this is an ancient ruin. Even Dumbledore can't say he has full control of it, right?

We must have arrived at the lost space beneath the ruins, which will block the alchemy props and render them ineffective. "

(Dumbledore didn’t know what to say, so he could only silently pick up the tea cup)

Harry, the iron-headed lion, had a determined look on his face and decided to stand up:

"In other words, we can only rely on ourselves now! We must find a way out and go up and tell Dumbledore so that Hermione and the others can be rescued!"

(Hermione Cedric and Neville on the other side are looking for an exit very calmly and methodically)

At this point, the program is in full effect!

Even in the lounge, Zhang Xiao heard the laughter erupting from the spectator seats outside.

Hmm. I don’t know if Harry will feel socially dead after he comes out.

The only sober pony was successfully pulled into his own logic by the two iron-headed boys Harry and Ron, and then relied on his rich experience to defeat Malfoy's defense.

Although Malfoy vaguely felt that this was not the case, the surrounding environment and Hermione and two passers-by lying on the floor covered in blood made him unable to think calmly.

Zhang Xiaole couldn't do it. Didn't the three of them ever think about the possibility of it being a Boggart?

This Boggart trap only works for Harry and Ron. Malfoy was simply forced into their logic by the two of them and successfully went astray.

Hermione, Neville and Cedric would probably not be fooled.

If Dumbledore does this, there will definitely be accompanying items!

Rubbing his chin and watching the three people running around the room full of fighting spirit, Zhang Xiao thought to himself that he had never experienced this level, so he was quite interested in the levels set by Dumbledore.

Sure enough, the walls and rooms kept changing, eventually leading the three of them to a room.

After carefully studying the very simple and easy-to-understand murals on the wall, the three little ones finally determined that this room was the exit.

But the mechanism in the room plunged the three of them into a new round of despair.

The meaning conveyed on the mural is very simple: one person dies, another lives.

Zhang Xiao stared at the curtain attentively, the main event was coming!

The cell-like room was filled with despair, and the mottled water stains on the rough walls snaked down like tears.

The dim light of the wand made most of the faces of the three people hide in the shadows, making it impossible to see their expressions.

The atmosphere seemed to be stagnant. The safety of the partners and the anxiety of having to leave one person behind kept scorching the already fragile nerves of the three people.

Harry took a deep breath and showed a forced smile:

"I'll stay. We can't wait any longer. The longer we wait, the more dangerous Hermione, Neville and the others will be."

Malfoy shook his head, his face gloomy as if he was about to drip:

"No, I think we can wait a little longer. Think about it, we are live broadcasting the game, and the tournament committee will definitely be anxious if it is suddenly cut off.

Maybe they will come down to save us now! "

Well said Draco! Even after being led into a ditch, Malfoy still tried to come up with a more secure solution.

This is the real Slytherin - calm and never stubborn.

"But we don't have time! Malfoy!" Harry suddenly broke out, his voice echoed in the room, and he said manically:

"The more we wait here, the lower the chances of Hermione and the others surviving!"

Harry's face turned red and his expression became more and more excited. He was cheering himself up in this way. He was afraid that if he waited any longer, the courage he had finally summoned to sacrifice himself would dissipate.

"It's settled! I'll stay while you and Ron go up to get reinforcements."

The room fell silent again. Malfoy pursed his lips. The entanglement and pain in his heart made him breathless. He also wanted to say "I'm staying" as loudly as Harry.

But reason told him that once he said it, his life would come to an abrupt end. Those dreams, those things he wanted to accomplish, and those wonderful futures would have nothing to do with him.

One side is emotion, the other is reason. This unprecedentedly difficult decision made the young Malfoy at a loss, and his eyes were already red:

"There must be a way, there must be a way"

At this moment, Ron's voice came out, his voice was very small and slightly trembling:

"I said. Guys, I'm staying."

In the audience, the Weasley family stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what Ron had said.

Harry and Malfoy turned around, and by the light of their wands, they looked at Ron standing there, his face as pale as a piece of paper, with a fake smile.

"I'll stay"

Ron's palms moved away and then clenched, and finally he clenched tightly:

"Harry. You. You can't die here. Have you forgotten? You have your mission. When we were in first grade, we were on the way to find the Sorcerer's Stone."

Harry immediately recalled his unique lethality against Voldemort, as well as what Dumbledore once said, about the protective magic his mother used her life to exert. This was a power that Voldemort had never possessed or understood.

"And Malfoy, although you are always bratty and arrogant, to be honest, you are actually not bad. Unlike me, you have many brothers and sisters. Even if you lose one of me, your parents will not be sad, right?" "

Ron shrugged and laughed exaggeratedly. Mrs. Weasley in the audience covered her mouth and shook her head vigorously.

"Really, before I met you all, I once complained about why there were so many children in my family. My brothers were so good, and Ginny was the only girl, so she deserved more care from her parents.

George and Fred were very popular at school, although they were always playing pranks.

I am the only one who seems to have always been inconspicuous. I only have second-hand clothes, tattered books, and even the wand that my brother doesn’t use."

Bill, Charlie, and even Percy's faces became extremely serious. George and Fred lowered their heads. For the first time, they felt that their prank on Ron was a little too much.

Mrs. Weasley leaned on Arthur's shoulder, trying desperately not to cry.

"But so what?"

Ron's body suddenly stopped shaking, his face was still pale, and he showed a bright smile:

“I have friends, good friends like you, from the first time I met you and Zhang on the train, from the time you invited me to eat snacks and that wizard card.

I knew I finally had a friend!

Thanks to Zhang, I even have Galleons in my pocket money now! Everything used is also new. "

Harry shook his head vigorously:

"No, no, no, Ron, I can't let you stay."

The balance in Malfoy's heart was completely shattered at this moment, and the blood in his chest began to boil. Why should Slytherin and Gryffindor be good friends until death?

That's because Slytherin has never been a coward who is afraid of death!

"I'm staying!"

"Stop arguing with me!" Ron's voice uncharacteristically surpassed theirs. He took a few steps back with difficulty and lifted up his clothes.

"My leg is injured. Even if I walk, I can't go far."

He looked at his two good friends and grinned:

"I have never been useful in games. I seem to be just a make-up among the Warriors.

But I am a Weasley child, and I am very lucky that I have the opportunity to help you."

Ron's smile was as dazzling as his hair:

"There are no cowards in the Weasley family!"

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