Chinese students at Hogwarts

Harlem, the northern part of Manhattan, spans Central Park, is bounded by the Hudson River to the west, and Fifth Avenue to the east, and together with the Bronx next to it, it forms a frightening neighborhood.

There were once many mansions here.

After the Civil War, with the influx of black people, white people moved out one after another, and European immigrants began to expand further north. World War I brought a large number of African immigrants. By the time of the Harlem Renaissance, Harlem had become a black community. After the ravages of the Great Depression and World War II, Harlem completely turned into a slum.

Theft, robbery, and murder are the words that appear most frequently here, and 'Western medicine' is more like a circulating commodity.

Prostitutes and pimps frequented Times Square, while Central Park became a site of robbery and rape, and homeless people and drug dealers occupied its abandoned buildings.

Zhang Xiao followed the man who was covering his arms and sweating profusely. The other boys sent them here at gunpoint, but ran away as soon as they got off the car.

"Where is your gang? Is it right here? It doesn't look very big." Zhang Xiao looked curiously at the small factory building in front of him, which was at most similar to the previous repair shop.

It covers an area of ​​about several hundred square meters, has a three-story steel structure, and the mottled walls and ceiling look old and worn out.

"That's right. If you are very powerful, it would be really difficult to rob street performers of their money."

The face of the man covering his arm was twisted, half in pain and half out of anger.

On the way here, this young Asian man kept talking to him. I don’t know where he learned the trash talk. He fought the trash talk for an entire block without even being able to last for more than a few minutes.

His words are not bad words, but they always make people half-dead.

When he arrived at the place, the gangster was already mad. He didn't care about his arm that had just been violently broken, and shouted irrationally:

"Just wait, my brothers will plug your dirty mouth and throw you into the cesspool!"

Zhang Xiao made a gesture of invitation and took a few steps back:

"Call people, the more the better."

Seeing this Mexican stumbling around like a naughty kid who was rushing home to complain, Zhang Xiao slowly walked in. At this moment, his heart was full of joy.

It seems that when you see a lot of dollars, you are waiting to harvest them.

He also thoughtfully closed the big iron door of the factory.

Close the door and beat the dog!

Raisman, the leader of the Mexican gang, only felt that something was wrong with the whole world.

His subordinate "Tessie" actually had nothing to do and robbed an Asian boy who was performing on the street for a mere two hundred dollars.

(The internal membership levels of the Mexican gang are divided into "Oluoro (boss)" and "Waco" (Waco), "Mafia" (Mafia), "Tessie" (Tessie) and general subordinates.)

As a member of the largest Mexican Mafia "La Eme" in the United States, he is also an outstanding heir to the family. He came to New York just for a secret deal.

Raisman was silent for a long time and couldn't figure out why his men would do such a thing. If this were in Southern California, even if this Tammy wanted to tie up the Asian kid and cut him alive, it would be too much for "La Eme" Just a trivial thing not worth mentioning.

But now is the critical moment!

"Are you sure that guy isn't an undercover agent? Or a bait?"

Raisman rubbed his chin, the black top hat on his head swaying, and the stubble he had just shaved was a little green. He was not an idiot. If he dared to come to the door alone, he must have something to rely on.

Although he didn't know what "when things go wrong, there must be monsters," Raisman knew that no one in their right mind would chase the gang to their lair.

'Tami' hugged his shoulders, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I'm sure, boss, he is definitely not an undercover agent or FBI, nor is he a fishing bait. I can smell the stench on their bodies from a few streets away. arrive.

This guy is an Oriental, a lowly yellow-skinned monkey. No matter how good he speaks English, everything is exposed as soon as he opens his mouth! "

"Orientals?" Raisman felt relieved. Who doesn't know that the Chinese gangs are now in a dangerous situation, and the ordinary Chinese are even more weak. If you offend them, you will be offended. On the contrary, Chinatown is not easy to touch.

Raisman felt that these Chinese, who were educated and skilled but only bloodless, were simply a strange species. They came out of that ancient oriental country and crazily criticized everything about their motherland.

Promoting the American Dream everywhere, shouting about lighthouses and the like, it seems that this way you can become a white man and gain recognition from the people around you.

But actually who cares? No one wants to hear you say something bad about your country, because 'it's none of my business'.

After a brief consideration, Raisman finally made up his mind. The dignity of "La Eme" cannot be desecrated. Since the Asian boy injured his own people and dared to come alone, then he has the obligation to let this Asian boy Know why the Mexican Mafia is the most ruthless gang in the world!

"Catro, take a few people out and deal with him quickly. We still have big things to do. Damn it, that man refused to say anything, but I know something big is going to happen in New York."

Raisman waved his hand irritably, as if to drive away some nasty mosquitoes, picked up the cigar, took a deep breath, let the cigar smoke linger in his mouth, and then slowly spit it out.

Only in this way can he feel calmer.

Cattro agreed twice and walked out with a few people.

It seemed that only a short moment had passed. Raisman heard several angry curses and screams. He was horrified. What happened?

Immediately afterwards, the iron door of this room suddenly creaked and twisted, and then it seemed as if it was kicked by an elephant. The huge force caused the iron door to break away from its hinges, and flew out like a discharged cannonball.

With a loud "boom", the iron door hit the wall, even making cracks, and then fell to the ground.

Raisman looked at the footprints on the door in horror. The footprints didn't look big, maybe not even forty yards, but they were deeply imprinted on the iron door, showing the frightening power of the owner.

"Good afternoon, everyone——"

Then he saw a slightly childish Asian boy walking in. He was wearing the most common jacket and jeans on American streets, and a pair of ordinary sneakers on his feet.

There was a warm smile on his face, just like the smile he often saw on Chinese faces.

Raisman was still in shock, but his men reacted quickly.

"Wow"

Everyone in the room stood up, took out their guns and pointed them at the Asian boy who just walked in.

Then something he couldn't understand happened. The boy's body seemed to light up, and it was like a golden lightning flashing back and forth in the room.

The speed was incredibly fast, and in just a few breaths, all his men fell down.

Then the Asian boy walked over step by step with an excitement that made him scared.

Raisman's heart was trembling. Why should he be excited?

"Where's the money? Hand it over?"

I don't know why, but when Raisman heard that he only wanted money, he let out a long breath, as long as he wasn't a pervert.

But then a kind of anger and fear arose in his heart. What happened? Why did all his men fall down in an instant?

"Let me ask you again, where is the money?"

Raisman silently pulled out a leather box from behind. He did carry a large amount of cash, which was originally intended for the middleman, but the situation was stronger than the person.

As a member of the family that runs the gang, he knows that living is more important than anything else.

At this moment, three men in suits appeared behind the boy out of thin air.

How did it appear?

Raisman's eyes slowly opened wide, because he found that he seemed to have come into contact with the secrets of the world.

The boy turned back and said in a very puzzled tone:

"Why did you come out? I didn't use magic!"

magic? magic? ?

Could this boy be using magic?

Yes, that must be the case, otherwise how could he dare to come to the door alone?

Raisman's breathing became more and more rapid. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind. He would try his best to find these magic people. Since he can learn from me, can I?

As long as he learns magic, it is entirely possible for him to stand at a higher place!

Then he heard a white man in a suit rubbing his forehead in distress and sighing:

"Zhang, I know you didn't use magic."

open? That boy's name is Zhang? This is an important clue! Raisman secretly noted the name.

"Then why did you come out? I didn't violate any rules!"

"No, no, no, Zhang, we have just received notification that the event organizing committee has just held an emergency meeting with Muggle researchers for consultation. The money you obtained is not in compliance with Muggle laws.

That's what they call black money, that's why we came out. "

"Does that mean my money can't be used?" Raisman noticed that the boy named Zhang was disappointed.

The man in the suit nodded seriously:

"Yes, Dumbledore asked me to tell you something. The way to judge whether the funds can be used is whether the local government and laws regard it as legal income. Even if the method you used to obtain the money is legal, the money is not originally legal."

Zhang Xiao was dumbfounded. Of course he understood what Dumbledore meant, and he also knew that Dumbledore was specifically telling him that this time it was indeed not another principal's trick, but that it was indeed against the rules.

He turned his head and looked at Raisman:

"Quickly tell me this is the money you earned from your hard work!"

Raisman looked at him confused.

The American Auror sighed and smiled bitterly: "Zhang——"

"Just kidding - what a shame."

Zhang Xiao shook his head and looked at Raisman's fat, pig-like head. He didn't like it, and the teardrop tattoo on his body fully exposed how many people he had killed.

If it hadn't been broadcast live around the world, I would have killed him! Anyway, if these Mexican gangsters are killed, they will definitely not be unjust. He thought for a while, and suddenly punched, and a soft force poured into his body along the fist.

"Bang" Raisman slowly fell down, his face flushed abnormally, Zhang Xiao picked up the suitcase and patted it:

"I don't need it, but can I take it with me?"

The American Auror glanced at the fallen Raisman without any expression. He was just a Muggle and a Muggle criminal. He nodded:

"But you may not use the money to directly or indirectly benefit yourself."

Zhang Xiao walked toward the door with his suitcase:

"no problem--"

Seeing Zhang Xiao's figure gradually disappearing outside, the three Aurors looked at each other. The figures of the other two slowly faded and followed. Only the American Auror was left with his hands on his waist, shook his head, and took out Got the wand and started the memory modification package.

【Everything is forgotten】!

A dumbfounded expression gradually appeared on Raisman's face, and the Auror's face suddenly became a little embarrassed. Oops, it seems that too much has been deleted!

Neville had a look of deep confusion on his face, and he looked down at the thick stack of dollars in his hand.

$1,750!

And these dollars seem to have the ability to reproduce, growing more and more.

"Si Fu, this is my tuition fee - please help me -"

Several thin white students bent down respectfully and presented their tuition fees with both hands, one 100 yuan note and two 50 yuan notes.

"Oh - okay, you - you go to Benjamin's first and learn the most basic things."

Neville numbly took the money, and the white student left happily with uncontrollable joy on his face.

How could it become like this?

He turned his head and looked at the open space not far away. Inside, the 'eldest disciple' Benjamin, wearing a training suit with the word 'Wudang' embroidered on the back, was seriously teaching others how to correctly collide with the family members in front of him - It is a close support in Tai Chi.

Anyway, he just agreed to teach Benjamin a few Sanshou moves, and then he announced the news in a loud voice, and soon someone came to the door.

The general process is like this.

"You're the kid who knows Chinese kongfu. You look like the sissy next door to me. Come on! Come on, sissy, hit me with your fists!"

"Bang, bang, ah (screaming)————!"

"Si Fu! Please accept me as your disciple!"

This scene repeated many times in one day, and before Neville could figure it out, he now had nearly 20 disciples, and they were even calling friends.

Earning more than $2000 per day.

Neville shivered, and what appeared on his round face was not excitement, but distress.

He was scared.

He was afraid that he would lose the Wudang people.

If I am not good at studying, can I really teach people well?

"Hahahahahaha! Okay, Neville!"

Master Zhou raised his head and put his hands on his hips, smiling wildly. He never expected that his named disciple would start to spread the influence of Wudang so quickly.

It’s hilarious to see a bunch of foreigners wearing martial arts uniforms embroidered with Wudang.

The old Heavenly Master looked at him sideways:

"How about it? Let me tell you that I didn't lie to you before, right? Neville can do it."

"I guess you have a conscience, you old donkey!" Master Zhou Le's eyes narrowed into slits. He didn't really gain anything, but it was comfortable to see his sect being sought after abroad.

"By the way, why did your grandson go to the consulate?"

The Heavenly Master moved his eyes to the screen, and saw Zhang Xiao leisurely carrying a suitcase into a building with a flying five-star red flag.

He watched Zhang Xiao walk directly to the front desk and put the suitcase on it.

His voice came clearly from the magic speaker:

"Hello, donate to Project Hope."

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