Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhang Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of the chair. The airflow vibrations caused by the apparition blew away the thick dust on the chair.

This is a chair that looks very old, even older than the oldest chair he had seen in Hogwarts.

The pattern on the back of the chair is a little blurry, but it can still be distinguished that it is a shield emblem, with a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake around the capital "H".

He was not mistaken, this is the school emblem of Hogwarts.

A huge sense of absurdity filled his chest. He looked around blankly, and then the corners of his mouth pulled the muscles of his face, revealing a half-smile.

It's like one day people finally opened the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, and the guards and terracotta warriors inside were holding Type 95s.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this chair?" Vilvedakis had forgotten his previous question.

All his attention was focused on the young-looking Oriental man in front of him.

It was the first time that Vilvedakis saw such a complex emotion on his face after such a long time. Before, the boy always had a faint smile on his face, full of confidence, as if nothing could stump him.

But now.

"There is a problem, a big problem." Zhang Xiao pointed at the chair in confusion: "This emblem belongs to a school, it should not appear here."

Vilvedakis immediately understood that as an archaeologist and historian, the most fearful thing is not to find another relic to fill the gap.

But to find burial objects that are obviously inconsistent with history in the relics, which can make people's foreheads bald.

The four legs of the chair sank into the mud, and there were two shallow footprints in front.

Zhang Xiao could even imagine the mysterious man sitting on this chair, looking at the ruined kingdom of God.

The key is. Who is this person?

He suddenly felt a sense of urgency in his heart, a desire to explore and urgently want to know the answer.

Then he drew a golden circle with his magic wand, arranged a series of protective magic inside the circle, and threw out a lot of food and water from the Qiankun bag.

He warned: "Don't come out of this circle, I'm going to investigate something."

Vilvedakis opened his mouth, but finally nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to calm down and carefully look at the garden of the kingdom of God.

A small sword jumped out of the Qiankun bag, humming and swelling in the wind. Zhang Xiao jumped up, and the small sword drew a graceful trajectory to catch him.

Then he rushed to the top of the sacred mountain.

Zeus, Hera, Hestia, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus and Hermes!

The palace at the lowest point does not occupy a large area. Compared with the extremely magnificent Temple of Zeus at the highest point, this place can be said to be mediocre.

There stood a statue at the door, a young man with a muscular figure, with small wings on his helmet.

This is Hermes, the messenger of the gods.

According to legend, he had a pair of flying shoes with wings. The temple was not big, and the things inside were much more exquisite than the pyramids he had seen.

There were also words of praise at the gate. Zhang Xiao took a look. The ancient Greek characters were very different from those of today. The key was that it would be difficult to guess if the alphabetic characters changed.

But it was estimated that they were all flattering words.

There was a mess in the temple, and those exquisite utensils were scattered in the place, as if they had suffered a great impact.

There was also a not-so-big golden throne on the main hall, which was decorated with a dazzling array of gems, but the throne had broken.

There were also dried blood stains on it, but what Zhang Xiao did not expect was that no corpses were found in the entire temple.

But the utensils in the temple showed that there was definitely more than one person living here, at least a large group of people had lived here.

On a wall of the temple, Zhang Xiao found a passage, and this discovery once again made him scratch his head.

Because this passage was actually written in English!

Although the words and other things are quite ancient, at least they are written hundreds of years ago, but at least you can still see something.

"Hermes really swallowed up the priesthood of the Egyptian gods. His image began to blend with the ancient Egyptian god of wisdom Thoth. He was considered the patron of magic. His magic wand can make gods and people fall asleep, and can also wake them up from dreams."

Zhang Xiao looked at the words on the wall and fell into deep thought. Someone did enter the kingdom of God and left the chair.

He wandered around in the kingdom of God, and maybe the corpses on the ground were also collected by him.

The question is who is this person?

Zhang Xiao stepped on the flying sword again and flew towards the next temple, passing by one magnificent temple after another.

Like Hermes, these palaces have long become empty, without any corpses left.

Some words were left on the walls of some temples, generally some feelings, and nothing else.

When he arrived at Hera's temple, the garden of the Greek mythological queen was enough to shock people.

These gods seemed to have directly moved a hill, cut out a huge plane, and built Hera's garden on it.

There used to be countless flowers and plants competing for beauty here, and white fine sand paved the paths one after another.

After walking a few steps, there was an exquisitely conceived fountain, such as a maid holding a jar and a mermaid opening her mouth to comb her long hair. Zhang Xiao stayed in front of the mermaid for a while.

Well, it's carved from marble, white and delicate, and it's a good mermaid.

These large and small fountains build a complex three-dimensional intertwined water network through shallow grooves, which even feels a bit like a rockery pool in an oriental garden.

When he came to the center of the garden, a special tree directly caught his eye like a firefly in the dark night.

It was a dead tree, with its bare branches resembling a twisted human body. The focus was on the bottom of the tree, where a golden apple lay quietly in the soil.

I go, golden apple!

Zhang Xiao raised his hand directly, and the golden apple floated over and fell into his palm.

I felt a little excited. The golden apple might be one of the most famous treasures in Greek mythology.

One of the twelve feats of Hercules, it was also the trigger for the fight between the three goddesses Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite.

It indirectly led to the Trojan War, but such a famous treasure fell into his own hands.

After thousands of years, this golden apple still looks like it was just picked from the branch, which shows that it is quite extraordinary.

Let me see what is the secret of this golden apple!

Zhang Xiaoning was calm, blue-gold light flashed in his eyes, and he observed carefully for a while. Zhang Xiaoning raised his head blankly, and continued to stare for a while without giving up.

But in the end he could only say that maybe it was like a pure gold apple!

No, it’s a famous treasure, the goddess is fighting for it!

According to legend, Zeus even sent the three daughters of Night God, the Hesperides, to guard the sacred garden where golden apples were planted. In addition, the hundred-headed dragon Ladon helped them guard it.

Is this kind of treasure just a pure gold apple?

It doesn’t have to be like ginseng fruit, at least it can’t be worse than flat peach, right?

Gold is useful!

Will this tree be able to produce golden apples regularly?

Is it equal to the continuous production of gold?

Thinking about it this way, it’s still so useless!

Please, please, you call yourself a god and even created a temple above the clouds. Do you actually care about gold? ?

Zhang Xiao put the golden apple into his pocket with his backhand. Although it was useless, it was still a good souvenir for traveling to the Kingdom of God.

After leaving Hera's divine garden, now only the final palace remains, which is the temple of Zeus.

He raised his sword and shot straight into the sky.

Clean, extremely clean here, as if someone had carefully cleaned up everything here.

Zhang Xiao stood in the main hall of the Zeus Palace, looking at the neat appearance inside, as if Zeus had just gone on a far journey, and his palace was still quietly waiting for its owner.

But the traces of battle on the wall and the repaired statue of Zeus are telling the story of the fierce battle that took place.

Someone from Hogwarts had been here and tidied up.

Like other palaces, there are still no corpses here.

The sword light traveled back and forth throughout the palace, looking for possible traces, and finally stopped in front of a gate.

The whole person seemed to be petrified, with his mouth slightly open, just staring at the door.

The original statue of this gate was erased and replaced with a giant snake twisted letter S.

The whole world is like a huge grassroots team, and all kinds of magical things can happen.

For example, now, in the palace of Zeus, the kingdom of the gods of Olympus, the school emblem of Hogwarts is found.

Salazar Slytherin's crest was discovered.

Zhang Xiao scratched his head and wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He looked at it blankly, as if he had a weird feeling that was unexpected and reasonable.

How did Slytherin get in?

When did he come in?

After a while, he took out the jade silk from the Qiankun bag and touched it gently.

A strange hissing sound came from the jade silk.

"Open it (Parseltongue)"

The snake above the gate immediately began to swim twistedly, its eyes radiating red light, and after swimming around the gate for a week, it made a rumbling sound.

The entire door slowly opened.

This is a rather exquisitely decorated room. Slytherin moved some usable furniture from the palace.

It becomes a bedroom that is exquisite and full of life.

There was a desk by the window, a Slytherin-style curtain that I was very familiar with on the bed, and a fireplace installed on the inside of the wall.

There was a thick carpet on the floor, a small round table and a high-backed armchair with the Hogwarts emblem on it.

In addition, there are huge bookshelves, which take up most of the room, and many places are already empty.

But judging from the degree of deformation of the bookshelf partitions, it was once filled with books.

Then I took out a few books, and there were large sections about human body modification and the study of 'gods'.

Zhang Xiao's eyebrows suddenly raised high. He quickly put down the book, and sure enough, he found another small door on another floor of the room.

There was no lock on the door, it creaked open with just a slight push.

He stood there with a chill running down his back. In the huge room, the shelves erected were filled with corpses.

These corpses were tall and short, male and female, and their clothes were removed. They were naked, and some of them could still see the wounds that were cut open and sutured.

Lying on the shelf with eyes closed, the most noticeable thing was the 12 extremely tall figures. They were called figures because they were all unrecognizable.

They were obviously studied most thoroughly.

There was also something similar to a dissection bed in the center of the room.

Zhang Xiao finally knew where the piles of information outside came from, and where the bodies of the Kingdom of Olympus had gone.

Even though he had experienced many things and knew that these people were moved here by Slytherin after they died, the strong discomfort in his heart still made Zhang Xiao's scalp numb.

He almost subconsciously held his breath, gently retreated, and cast a bubble head spell on himself before he dared to breathe deeply.

But there still seemed to be a faint smell of corpses lingering at the tip of his nose.

How long had Slytherin been studying here?

So many corpses, so many research results.

He walked quickly to the desk, wanting to see if Slytherin had left any relevant clues.

Because the founder of Hogwarts seemed to like writing "research notes", which was actually a diary.

No wonder, many of the things he studied could not be made public, and he could not find anyone to tell.

Just like lonely people always like to use pens to record themselves, it is estimated that Slytherin is the same.

Opening the drawer of the table, the things inside have been almost tidied up, but there are two pieces of parchment with messy words, maybe essays or other things.

Zhang Xiao picked it up and tried to find useful information in the scattered words.

Most of them are some complaints, such as the research is not going well.

And why the gods have become giants, their height is about 3 meters, Slytherin guessed that this is based on some kind of mutation, and the tall body can allow them to exert more powerful power.

"If anyone can really find this place, it must be my descendant, the heir of Slytherin.

I don't know how many years will pass, but I have completed my research and will find a place to implement the plan.

My descendants. Come, come and see me, if I am not dead yet."

The following is a pattern outlined with simple lines. Zhang Xiao stared at this messy sketch for a while.

It seems that this place is inexplicably familiar.

Have you been there?

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The golden apple does not have any special effect. I checked for a long time and consulted other authors in this area. It is really the golden apple.