Chinese students at Hogwarts

The top of Mount Olympus in the early morning

The thin clouds and mist covered the entire top of the mountain like a layer of the whitest and most delicate gauze

The morning wind was very cold. The moist water vapor on the Aegean Sea was blown by the wind, and then blocked by the towering mountains, and then turned into circles of clouds and mist.

Zhang Xiao stood on a huge rock on the top of the mountain. The sky was still black at this time, and there was only a faint white on the distant horizon.

Above the sky, the stars were densely covered, like a black gauze covered with sequins, shining.

Circles of light spread out from around Zhang Xiao's body like ripples, and after being rendered by the clouds, it became more beautiful and mysterious.

Like an immortal, if ordinary people saw it, they might think that there was a god living on the top of Mount Olympus.

After a while, the light slowly dissipated, and Zhang Xiao frowned.

There was no detection magic just now, but it was really like what those wizards felt before, there was nothing.

That's right, Dumbledore has also been here. If it was so easy to detect, Uncle Dumbledore would have discovered it long ago.

Although the young version of Dumbledore is far less powerful than now, he is undoubtedly the world's top wizard.

Zhang Xiao thought for a while and slowly closed his eyes.

Gradually, the clouds and mist slowly gathered around, and everything around him became clearer. He seemed to disappear in this world and merge with nature.

Then he opened his eyes, and the bright golden light flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Xiao used the Dharma Eye to the extreme after calming down.

He looked at the horizon, and at this time the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, and the clouds in the distance were also dyed golden.

The Dharma Eye is completely different from the Demon Eye. At this moment, Zhang Xiao's vision is extremely clear, as if someone has removed the fog that has been blocking his eyes.

See through the falsehood, what you see is the truth, this is the Dharma Eye.

A smile slowly appeared on Zhang Xiao's face, because in the distant sky, there is a magnificent palace hanging high above the clouds, where the gods live.

The palace was ablaze with light, and you could vaguely see the garden fountain, huge statues, and magical light surrounding it, but you couldn't tell what kind of magic it was.

No wonder the wizards couldn't find it no matter how hard they tried, even Dumbledore couldn't find the palace.

Because the distance was too far!

Magic couldn't detect such a long distance.

These gods of ancient Greece really had a trick up their sleeves. No matter how powerful the magic was, it would always leave traces, and as long as there were traces, people would always find a way to crack it.

The solution to this problem was so simple, just move their residence a little further away.

Just move it to a distance that the magic couldn't feel, and then use magic to hide the residence in the sky.

So damn smart!

Zhang Xiao's body suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in mid-air, but the magical palace complex in the sky was still in the distant horizon.

Phase magic? It's rare.

Pinching his chin, Zhang Xiao's body began to emit circles of light waves.

The eyes that were originally stained with golden light suddenly disappeared, and a faint blue light appeared instead, gradually turning the dark brown pupils into the blue of the sea.

The magic that originally existed only in the form of light suddenly became clearer, and just by looking at them, he naturally understood the meaning of the caster when casting the magic.

Zhang Xiao carefully looked at the various brilliances in the air like strings, and he couldn't count how many strings were floating in the air.

He looked up at the magic in the sky in shock. Is this the world in Dumbledore's eyes?

But how to "open the door" with so many?

Or continue to smash it open with a sledgehammer?

No, what if I open the door violently and break the magic that maintains the entire "kingdom of God".

Then the entire kingdom of God will fall to the human world, which is not good.

Well. After thinking for a while, he directly touched the tail feathers of the phoenix and whispered: "Fawkes!"

The feathers in his hand suddenly lit up, and after a while, a ball of blazing flames condensed in front of him, accompanied by a clear cry.

Fox flapped his wings, and countless sparks flickered with the movement of his wings, which was extremely dreamy.

He tilted his head, staring at Zhang Xiao with golden eyes, somewhat dissatisfied.

‘Sleeping, what’s the matter? ’

With just a glance, Zhang Xiao extracted the above information, stretched out his hand and a note flew out, and wrote a line of words on it.

“Oh, isn’t it the fastest way to contact the professor through you?”

Looking at Fox’s still unkind eyes, Zhang Xiao calmly took out a scroll from his Qiankun bag.

It unfolded in a flash.

It was a picture of Senior Qingluan perched on a tree, combing his feathers leisurely.

This painting came from my mother. My mother was proficient in the way of talismans, and she liked to paint. She often painted some pictures and asked her son and husband to praise her.

Sure enough, when Fox saw the painting, his eyes were straight, his golden eyes were round, and his beak was open like jade.

His saliva was almost dripping out, and he stretched out his beak to grab it.

But Zhang Xiao's movements were faster. He just flipped his hand and rolled it up again.

Humph, little guy, I can't control you?

Looking at Fox's angry eyes, Zhang Xiao coughed twice.

"The old rules, if you send the letter 10 times, I will give you the painting. What? Are you not convinced?"

Zhang Xiao glanced at it and took out several scrolls like a magic trick:

"I still have the picture of Senior Qingluan spreading wings and the picture of Senior Qingluan picking fruits. Do you want nothing more with this look?"

Fawkes shook his head frantically, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and he was full of energy. He immediately disappeared with the note in his mouth.

After a while, he appeared in front of Zhang Xiao again, with a white cloth strip on his claws.

Could it be that Fox grabbed the old man's clothes and forced him to reply quickly?

Zhang Xiao took Dumbledore's note. The old man was very happy that he could find the sacred mountain, and was also shocked that the ancient Greek gods kept it secret for so many years with such a simple method.

In the end, he regretted that he could not come, because the International Federation of Wizards had to hold a very urgent meeting to discuss the pursuit plan after the chaos in the church.

He wished Zhang Xiao could crack the mystery of the sacred mountain as soon as possible, and gave some undoubtedly useful experience from his own perspective.

For example, Dumbledore guessed that the method of entering the sacred mountain was likely to be similar to the secret set by Voldemort in the old house of Gaunt, and certain conditions must be met to enter.

So he suggested Zhang Xiao to find this condition and enter through normal means, otherwise it is likely to cause unpredictable consequences.

And this condition is likely to be related to the rituals of ancient Greece. Starting from the grand festivals and the like, there may be gains.

Zhang Xiao kept nodding his head. Jiang is indeed old and can give practical suggestions with just one or two messages.

He put away the note, but saw Fox still tilting his head and looking at him with bright eyes.

"What's wrong? Fox?"

But he saw Fox opened his mouth, and the flames gradually gathered, forming a small number '2' in the air.

It means that it has been twice.

Zhang Xiao laughed dumbly and put the note away:

"Okay, okay, count it as two times!"

Fox was satisfied and turned into a ball of flames again and disappeared.

Zhang Xiao wore a T-shirt with Che Guevara's head printed on it, paired with loose shorts and flip-flops, and strolled leisurely on the streets of Athens.

Although this kind of T-shirt with a head printed on it appeared in 1965, it has only become popular recently.

At this time, the sun had risen high, and the sun was shining brightly. We walked through the ancient stone-paved streets and came to the market in Athens.

The market was bustling with people, and there were all kinds of stalls, from bright fruits to exquisite handicrafts, which were dazzling.

The vendors' hawking voices echoed in his ears. When Zhang Xiao passed by a dessert shop called "Solo Gelato", he couldn't help but buy one.

He held the mango-flavored ice cream in his hand, feeling the sweet and sour milk fragrance melting in his mouth, and he felt that the whole person relaxed.

Squinting his eyes and looking up, the Acropolis of Athens was shining in the sun, and the ancient Parthenon stood high, as if telling the past of thousands of years.

In a corner of the market, a street performer was playing a melodious music, and his music was particularly crisp and pleasant in the hustle and bustle of the market.

Zhang Xiao thought about it, walked forward, and threw down a relatively large banknote. The performer nodded and smiled in thanks.

He simply stopped and listened to the folk song he composed on the guitar, which was about the sad story of the gods of ancient Greece falling in love with mortals.

After the song was finished and the ice cream was almost finished, the handsome guy who played wiped his sweat and sincerely thanked Zhang Xiao for his generosity again.

"You're welcome, your song is very nice. By the way, did you check the information when you wrote the lyrics?"

The guy nodded, took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Zhang Xiao first, then unscrewed the cap and said with a smile:

"Of course, I sat in the library for a long time. In fact, I wrote more than 20 songs for this and prepared to release an album called "Forever Promised by the Gods""

Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up immediately. The reason why he stopped and stayed was because he heard that this song was about Greek mythology. Generally speaking, when creating related content, a lot of information would be consulted.

There are not many pure fabrications, so I asked tentatively.

I didn't expect it to be true.

"Album? Is it finished?"

Zhang Xiao gestured with his thumb. This kind of street performer often sings his own original songs to promote the album CD. They will go to the studio at their own expense and burn hundreds of CDs.

Once someone thinks it's good, they will buy the CD and listen to other songs.

The main income is rewards and selling CDs, which is quite similar to the online writers of later generations.

The young man immediately took out a box of CDs from his bag and stuffed it into Zhang Xiao's hand:

"For you! Thank you for liking my songs. This is the best recognition." The young man looked at the banknote that was enough to buy ten CDs, and thought from the bottom of his heart that if he didn't really like it, he would never give so much money.

"Thank you so much--" Zhang Xiao took a look at the CD. The packaging was very beautiful. He asked naturally: "I am very interested in Greek mythology. It happens that you also study it. Can I ask some questions?"

"Of course, I dare say that I am an expert now, haha, just kidding, but my teacher is an expert. If your questions are difficult to answer, I will ask my teacher for help!"

The young man agreed immediately and almost patted his chest.

"In ancient Greece, what rituals or celebrations were related to the gods? Not individual gods, but all gods."

"Rituals or celebrations are related to the gods?" The young man scratched his head, looking a little confused: "This question is a bit troublesome.

Many of the materials I read are love legends, celebrations or rituals of the gods. I'm afraid this is really confusing to me. Wait a minute, I'll call the teacher to take a look. "

He looked around for a while and ran to the phone booth. After a while, he walked over with a regretful expression:

“My mentor said that there were so many related rituals or celebrations that I couldn’t finish them all on the phone. At that time, the focus of people’s lives revolved around God.

Therefore, everything can be related to God. "

Zhang Xiao was startled, but he didn't expect such an answer. While he was thinking about it, he heard the little brother continue to say:

"Well, if you really want to know more, I can take you to my mentor. He is doing research recently and is preparing to write a systematic article about ancient Greece and the gods."

Is this still possible?

Zhang Xiao readily agreed and decided to repay this little brother well. Enthusiastic and kind-hearted people must be rewarded!

Lucius has a lot of energy in the British entertainment industry and must be vigorously cultivated!

When he followed his little brother to a beautiful campus, he realized that this little brother named Thales was actually a student of the University of Athens.

The University of Athens is the second best university in Greece. Its full name is the National and Kapodistrian University of Athens. It is also the oldest and most influential university in Athens.

With a history of 150 years, archeology is one of the strongest subjects here.

Zhang Xiao looked at the Greek architectural style campus and felt that it was very unique. From time to time, students walked briskly by with books under their arms.

The campus was lush with greenery and very beautiful. Thales kept introducing him to the characteristics of the University of Athens, and he was very proud of his school in his words.

"This small building is just ahead. My teacher is a very wise man."

Thales led him to an office in the inner part of the small building. After entering, there was a messy scene.

All kinds of information were scattered around, and a man with slightly gray hair was sitting at the desk, looking at something intently.

"It's a bit messy," Thales whispered sheepishly, and then shouted loudly: "Professor! I brought the guest here, and he wants to ask you some questions about the celebrations in ancient Greece!"

The gray-haired man raised his head in confusion, took a quick look and then said with great interest: "Are you Chinese?"

Zhang Xiao said with some surprise: "Yes, how did you know?"

The professor stood up and warmly asked Zhang Xiao to sit down: "I like Chinese culture very much. It is a culture that is very deep and full of philosophy, just like Greek culture.

I just made a guess, but I didn't expect that I guessed it right.

By the way, I am Stelios Virvidakis, currently an associate professor in the Department of History and Philosophy at the University of Athens. Anyone who likes Greek culture is welcome to communicate with me. "

Zhang Xiao stretched out his hand and shook his hand, and said equally politely: "My surname is Zhang, Zhang Xiao."

Professor Velvidakis seemed to have discovered something interesting again, and said in surprise: "Zhang, I know this surname. There is no need to be humble when introducing yourself, because this is the surname of your god!"

Just this time, Zhang Xiao knew that this professor really liked Chinese culture, otherwise this kind of knowledge would really not be understood by just looking at it in a flash.

After sitting down, Zhang Xiao asked directly:

"Professor, I would like to know, what rituals or celebrations in ancient Greece are related to the gods, such as the legendary rewards from the gods, or going to the Temple of Olympus to meet the gods?"

Wilvidakis fell into deep thought after listening to these words. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and waved to Thales, who was watching the excitement, and asked him to go out first.

Under Zhang Xiao's confused gaze, he came closer and asked in a mysterious voice:

"Zhang, may I ask, are you a wizard?"

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