Chinese students at Hogwarts

$100 and a corner exposed?

Neville lowered his head, only to find that a small corner, at most the size of a coin, was exposed from his pocket.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, which he borrowed from Harry. The two of them were of similar stature, but the pockets of the sweatshirt were not deep, and he was in a hurry when he left.

I really didn't notice this little detail, but even if it was exposed a little, just by this corner, I could still recognize it as 100 US dollars at night.

The vision and concentration on the other side are also great, right?

Neville looked at the young gangster opposite him in amazement. This look made the young gangster opposite him feel a little uncomfortable. He shook his body and the messy decorations on his body jingled.

He also deliberately revealed the black pistol on his belt:

"What's that look in your eyes? Huh?"

Be honest and give me the money quickly! "

Neville shook his head and answered unusually straightforwardly:

"No, this hundred yuan is very important to me, I can't give it to you."

The smile on the gangster's face froze. He looked at each other in disbelief with his friends, and opened his open clothes wider so that the pistol on his waist could be more conspicuously exposed.

Neville glanced at it and said sincerely:

"M1911, a very beautiful pistol, but you don't seem to have taken good care of it. My friend also has two, and he played with me (Malfoy)"

"My idiot sensor sensed that there was an idiot nearby, but I didn't expect it to be you!" The gangster couldn't stand it at all: "Come on, stop talking nonsense to this idiot and grab the money!"

The gangster following him couldn't hold it any longer, and immediately rushed forward and grabbed Neville's arm to twist him, while the other man couldn't wait to reach into his pocket.

Neville frowned, and his arms were like trembling noodles. With just a slight flick, the gangster who grabbed him felt a huge shock force coming from his hands, and he couldn't help but let go.

But Neville's movements didn't stop. He grabbed the gangster's hand that was reaching for his pocket with his right hand, and gently pulled and pushed it. The gangster staggered back as if his feet had slipped.

The leading gangster looked around and shouted:

"Franz, John, what are you two doing?"

He simply rolled up his sleeves and waved his hand:

"Go together!"

In the narrow alley, in the deep night, under the dim street lights, Neville stood quietly, as if the gangster rushing towards him did not exist.

He adjusted his breathing gently and planted his feet firmly on the ground.

As the gangsters approached, Neville's hands waved gently as if touching the air. The gangster named Franz raised his fist and hit Neville on the head hard, but Neville's feet were just With a slight twist, he turned his body and avoided the blow.

Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed the gangster's wrist, and the whole arm shook quickly like a wave, and then there was a crisp "click" sound, and Franz's arm was dislocated. He screamed and kept holding his arm. Wailing, snot and tears flowed down together.

The other two gangsters were startled when they saw this, but seeing that they were already in front of Neville, they had no choice but to rush forward.

They were wielding 'street boxing techniques', but Neville was so easy to deal with these gangsters now. He neutralized their attacks one by one like flowing water, sideways to avoid them, and forward to counterattack. Every movement seemed so natural and smooth.

In just the blink of an eye, all three people were lying on the ground, their faces groaning in pain, their eyes full of fear and disbelief.

The M1911 was already in Neville's hands, as if Malfoy had taught him that as long as the magazine was removed, the gun would be useless.

Neville pulled out the magazine and threw the gun in front of the leading gangster, as if a doctor was telling his patient to drink more hot water:

"His arm is just dislocated. Just find a place with a Chinese medicine practitioner to reattach it."

After saying that, he stood up and wanted to continue his 'adventure' in the Muggle world. This was undoubtedly a novel experience. You must know that in the past, Neville's grandmother was not even willing to let him go out.

Because Neville could put himself in danger at any time.

Harry said that we should meet in front of the New York City Hall in five days. But where is the City Hall?

At this moment, the gangster's trembling voice came from behind:

"Just now, was that Chinese kongfu just now? Real kongfu?"

Neville turned around in surprise, and the upright child nodded:

"Yes, Chinese Kung Fu, Tai Chi!"

The gangster lying on the ground got up, and under Neville's confused eyes, he knelt on the ground with a thud:

"Sifu! Teach me kongfu!"

Neville:? ? ?

Several gangsters sat obediently in front of Neville, not caring about the dirt on the ground, and just looked at him anxiously.

"So you studied Chinese Kung Fu for a while, but got beaten up by karate, and you think the world is full of liars? That's why you gave up on yourself and wandered the streets?"

Although Neville's words that were mixed in Chinese and English were somewhat unclear, I understood the general meaning.

The leading gangster is called Benjamin. He has a good family background. He was influenced by Bruce Lee's movies since he was a child. He became a crazy Kung Fu enthusiast and studied martial arts for more than ten years.

In the end, he lost to his archrival who had been practicing karate for several years, and he gave up on himself out of frustration.

"Yes, teach us! Please!"

Neville shook his head decisively:

"No, real kung fu is about inheritance. I can't pass on the kung fu my master taught me. Besides, I can only stay here for seven days. In seven days, you won't learn anything."

After hesitating for a while, he finally said:

"Real Kung Fu is very complicated. It consists of two parts, 'Martial Arts' and 'Gong'. The moves are only part of the 'Martial Arts'. If you don't practice the corresponding Gong Fu, you will never be able to practice it.

But ‘Kung Fu’ is very difficult to learn, so give up, and Karate has absorbed a lot of Chinese Kung Fu, and you can’t beat normal ones. "

After saying that, Neville stood up and no longer hesitated:

"Stop doing this and live a normal life. I'm leaving. By the way, which direction is the city government?

Oh, okay, thank you-"

He walked out of the alley. At this moment, Benjamin, who felt that this was his only chance in this life, shouted:

"Si Fu! As long as I can beat that idiot, I can pay for it! One hundred dollars a day!"

Ding--!

There seemed to be a golden light flashing in front of Neville's eyes. He stopped immediately, thought carefully for a long time, and then turned around:

"Sanshou. Do you want to learn it?"

Longhu Mountain

The group of people were trembling with laughter, especially Zhou Chuzhi, the leader of Wudang. He laughed loudly, patted his thighs and said to the old master:

"Look, look, that kid Neville, he can hardly walk when he hears $100 a day, hahahahaha, let it go, it's a shame he can remember it!

I have never seen this kid with such a brilliant mind. You don’t know, Lao Zhang, how you taught him Tai Chi, it almost made me angry to death!

He really dares to forget! "

Sanshou is a very strange existence. It is indeed powerful. Sometimes, learning one and a half moves can transform a person. For example, it is said that Cheng Yaojin learned three axes.

However, Sanshou is not taken seriously by everyone because it is not systematic. If you encounter someone who likes it, it is no problem to teach two moves of Sanshou.

"But Neville can only earn 700 yuan here? Isn't that a little too little?" Head Zhou didn't know much about foreign countries, and some of them were just mentioned by his disciples when they occasionally chatted.

"Quite a few, Master Zhou," Zhang Chengdao said with a wry smile. Among the people here, they are the only two who have lived abroad and have the deepest understanding of foreign countries, so he will share with everyone:

“Nowadays, foreigners earn more than us people, but in their local area, sometimes the hourly wage when going out to work is only one or two pounds, which is less than 10 U.S. dollars when converted into U.S. dollars.

Neville's $700 was definitely more than what he would have earned from working. "

While they were talking and laughing, they found that the other two beaten gangsters on the screen also followed the boss and bowed down, their eyes almost turned into stars:

"Si Fu! Please teach us too! But we don't have that much money, fifty dollars a day. Is that okay?"

! ! !

Neville's back suddenly straightened up a bit, and he nodded slowly:

"But if I want to teach you not to use kung fu to do bad things, can you do it?"

"No problem!"

Hermione walked carefully until she came to a relatively prosperous avenue and breathed a sigh of relief. Her parents were ordinary people, and she was perhaps the one who had the deepest understanding of Muggle society among these little wizards.

During the days when she went home for the holidays, she never missed any news, and she also knew why her parents didn't let her go out at night.

Hermione looked at the brightly lit streets outside. What she had to do now was to quickly find a safe place to spend the night!

Because she was a woman, Harry, who was half-understanding, insisted on giving Hermione more money. Each of the remaining five boys had one hundred dollars, and now she had 400 US dollars in her hand.

It was enough to find a hotel to stay in, but Hermione pinched the brand-new dollars in her pocket and was really reluctant to spend them like this.

Her eyes wandered on the street, her eyes narrowed with vigilance, and then she suddenly stopped, with a look of surprise and hesitation on her face. After thinking for a while, she gritted her teeth and ran over.

In Beite Dental Clinic, Dr. Beite was lying boredly on the comfortable sofa, reading the magazine in his hand, and his eyes looked at the clock hanging on the wall from time to time.

As a successful private dental clinic owner, he was supposed to get off work at five o'clock, but a very important VIP user said he needed to have his teeth checked tonight.

The time can only be after ten o'clock. For the sake of green dollars and important customers, Dr. Bate can only wait here. What makes him uncomfortable is that his nurse is unwilling to work overtime.

Just because she was going out on a date with her boyfriend!

Shit! All love is fake! Only ‘Franklin’ is real!

There is no nurse to set up the table, so it would be very time-consuming to do it yourself.

Gee, God, it would be great if there was a nurse who could set up a table for me now.

At this moment, the wind chimes at the door rang, Dr. Bate raised his head, and saw a young girl walking in and said to him in a London accent;

"Hello doctor, are we looking for a student nurse here? I'm sorry to say this, but my bag was stolen. It contains all my money and certificates. I need a job to get through this."

Dr. Bate opened his mouth wide and glanced down at the magazine in his hand and the big title on the cover, "Did you pray today?" 》

He touched his chin and suddenly asked: "Do you know how to prepare a dental table?" (The job of a dental dental nurse is not complicated, but it requires experience)

Hermione said confidently: "Of course! I have watched my father treat teeth since I was a child, and sometimes I will help out a little."

"Good! There is a lounge at the end of the second floor. You can stay there until you complete your documents."

"Thank you, sir!"

Ron stood at the door of the 'Pink Lady', looking at the bizarre pictures, his eyes widened. The picture on the projection immediately blurred, and the staff's angry voice came from the Aurors' intercom:

"Now, take him away immediately! How can we broadcast this? Quickly, quickly, change the place."

Ron still didn't understand what the scene was like now, he just felt his eyes blurred, and the nauseating feeling of disembodiment came again.

what happened? Ron looked around confusedly and patted his shoulder with a hand. The American Auror who was responsible for following him looked at him and said in an extremely complicated tone:

"Next time Weasley encounters a place like this, please don't stop and don't look carefully!"

Malfoy walked boredly on the street. He kept Hermione's advice in mind and tried to only go to busy streets and crowded places.

But obviously as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer people, and finally it is necessary to decide how to spend this first night.

And I have to go and earn money tomorrow.

What job is better?

Malfoy's mind quickly ran through a lot of Muggle knowledge that Hermione had crammed into her head, such as odd jobs and the like.

But how could the noble Malfoy family do that kind of chore?

Even if you want to make money, you must use elegant things to make it!

If you are not elegant, you will die!

The traffic on the street gradually became less and less, and the cold wind blew by, lifting the hair around my ears and making it slightly cool.

Malfoy couldn't remember how far he had gone, but he still couldn't think of a suitable idea.

Turning a corner, Malfoy, who was driving a taxi, bumped into someone.

"Ouch!"

He rubbed his painful forehead and looked at the person opposite him angrily. His eyes gradually widened, and the person opposite him also looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"Potter???"

"Malfoy"? ? ?

Zhang Xiao opened his eyes, opened the curtains, looked at the sunny sky outside, and stretched comfortably.

After taking a shower in the bathroom and having a hearty meal in the restaurant, I used the confusion spell again to successfully get a map of New York from the front desk.

I identified the location of the square that the homeless man mentioned.

Set off!

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

Caught up! ! There were too many things to do, I almost didn’t make it in time