I recite the Analects of Confucius at Hogwarts

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Although after the catastrophe more than ten years ago, Hogwarts has ushered in a peaceful time for quite a while, everyone knows that "that person" has not really died. He has always lived somewhere in this world. In a corner, waiting for the opportunity to return.

And this year is the year Harry Potter enters school.

No one knows when that man will make a comeback, but everyone is sure that he will definitely return to Hogwarts again and return to Harry Potter's side.

In such troubled times, accepting a student who shouldn't belong here is not a wise choice.

Unhappy, out of her trust and respect for Dumbledore, McGonagall arrived at the appointed place on time and met the new student Dumbledore had mentioned.

The bustling streets were crowded with people, the shouts of merchants, the melodious music coming from the record store, and the smell of burgers floating in the air were all mixed together. Mag's eyes skipped the crowd and stayed exactly where he was. On the boy between the bookstore and the record store.

He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. They were very ordinary Muggle clothes, but they were clean and tidy.The long black hair is tied into a bunch and flows smoothly down to the back.The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was not used to such a dirty and noisy environment.However, even so, he still stood firm and upright, his eyes were calm and upright, and he showed no sign of restlessness.

A person who is hard to see in a crowd, but once you see him, you won't be able to look away.

Just this one glance makes it hard not to have a good impression.

"Yun Kong" she read out the boy's name in a somewhat stiff tone, "I am Minerva McGonagall, a professor at Hogwarts. I am responsible for taking you to purchase some necessities for school. I think you should have read the letter. purchase list on

As McGonagall spoke, the boy whose name was called quickly turned to look at her: "Yes, Professor McGonagall." He saluted solemnly, respectfully and politely, but neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm sorry, I don’t know much about the surrounding stores, so I’m going to trouble you next.”

Mag nodded slightly: "This is the Leaky Cauldron. We are going to Diagon Alley through this bar. All the necessities can be purchased there." As she said that, she walked into the bar first.

Kong Yun noticed that when they walked into the bar, several people looked over at the same time. To be precise, they looked at Professor McGonagall beside him.

"Long time no see, Minerva, it's nice to see you." One of them waved to them: "Is the kid next to you a new student at Hogwarts this year?"

"You're finally here." Another man who looked like a bar owner joked while pouring wine into the glass: "You don't know, this kid has been standing at the door of the bar for a full hour. If it weren't for numbness, They can't see the pub and I'm really worried that the Muggle police will come and give me trouble."

Mag turned his head in surprise. The young man obviously understood what they said, with an embarrassed look on his face: "I just wanted to try to find out where to buy those learning tools, so I arrived some time earlier than the agreed time. He coughed lightly and looked a little embarrassed: "But as you saw, I didn't find anything."

This is of course nothing.

For those who have not been exposed to the British wizarding world, it is not easy to find Diagon Alley.What made Mag a little surprised was that after the child stood alone at the door of a strange bar for an entire hour, not only did he not look impatient at all, but he didn't say a word about it.

If the bar owner hadn't told her, thinking of the boy's straight and firm profile when they first met, Mag would almost have thought that he had just arrived.

I have to say that this made Mag feel a little more fond of this foreigner because of his good upbringing.

"Those things can only be bought in Diagon Alley." After saying goodbye to the people in the bar in a few words, Mag took Kong Yun and continued walking inside. After passing a mechanism, a wide avenue appeared in front of the two of them.When they walked in, the wall closed again, as if nothing had happened.

"This is Diagon Alley." McGonagall said, "But before we buy the items on the list, we need to go to Gringotts to exchange coins."

Following the reminder on the list, they first went to Gringotts to exchange the coins they would need next, and then went to Madam Malkin's Robe Store, where they bought all black work robes, peaked hats, protective gloves and winter cloaks. .

In the following time, they successively bought most of the items on the list, from large crucibles for experiments to small crystal medicine bottles.

It is worth mentioning that the boy from the East seemed to have a special liking for books. He was very careful when picking up, opening and closing each book. , for fear of accidentally damaging even a tiny corner of the book.

Diagon Alley is very busy during the entrance season of Hogwarts. It is full of parents taking their children to buy things. It is no less crowded than the street outside, making it difficult to move around.When they passed the pet shop on the street, Mag stopped and was about to ask Kong Yun if he needed an owl, when a small "meow" sounded in her ears.

She followed the sound and saw a small kitten no bigger than a palm jumping out of the boy's backpack. Perhaps it was squeezed by the crowd. It was meowing in grievance. The boy lowered his head and whispered. Soothe it.

Mag was slightly startled.

It wasn't because there was anything special about this cat, she just suddenly discovered that the boy happened to be standing outside of her at the moment, vaguely blocking the crowd for her.The crowd rushed over like water, but he was as solid as a rock and motionless as a mountain.

Looking from her angle, she could just see the young man's focused expression as he comforted the kitten. While gently stroking along the fur, he lowered his voice seriously and whispered something to it.

At the same time, he turned slightly to the side, naturally blocking the force of the crowd rushing towards Mag when they were squeezing over.

This made McGonagall even more sure of his judgment - this was not a deliberate move by the young man to please his future professor, but out of his own self-cultivation and demeanor, when accompanied by women, his body's subconscious behavior and behavior choose.

To others, this scene seemed a bit strange and embarrassing. After all, in terms of body shape, Mag was more than a head taller than him.

Mag didn't feel embarrassed, she just felt a little strange and funny in her heart - was she regarded by her students as a woman who needed to be cared for?

She was a little uncomfortable, but before she could react, what was in her heart was already spoken: "Your cat is very cute."

The young man was obviously stunned for a while, not hearing the other meaning of the professor's words. He gave a shy and shallow smile and said, "Thank you."

"Since you already have a pet, let's go directly to Ollivander." McGonagall said, looking like nothing happened: "You also need a wand that fits your hand."

They stopped in front of an old store.

Kong Yun curiously looked at the "wooden sticks" displayed in the window. In the Chinese magic world, almost no one would use this kind of thing as a weapon. The only one that was similar could barely be called a stick, but it was pulled out from the East China Sea Dragon Palace. The sea-suppressing treasure is obviously two different things from this ordinary-looking wooden stick.

After a series of wonderful measurements, although Kong Yun didn't quite understand whether there was any causal relationship between the distance between his nostrils and the purchase of a wand, in short, Mr. Ollivander did pick out the most suitable wand for him. It's hard to say that What a feeling, but when he held the wand in his hand, the sense of security was indeed irreplaceable.

"Eleven inches, apple wood, phoenix feathers are very good, it seems that it also likes you." Ollivander said, his tone was so chatty that Kong Yun wondered if he had met a British "half-immortal" or something, but he chose to continue listening: "It's this wand that chose you, just like it was destined to be. It's amazing."

"I think you don't need to take what you just said too seriously." When they finished shopping and returned to the street, Mag said: "In fact, for every little wizard who buys a wand, That's pretty much what Ollivander said."

Seeing the boy's relieved expression, Mag twitched the corners of her lips and showed a stiff smile: "This is the ticket to Hogwarts." She handed Kong Yun a ticket with clearly written words on it. Time and place: "On September [-]st, Hogwarts welcomes you."

She said it sincerely.

"Actually, I don't quite understand why I have to go to England." Kong Yun stood outside the principal's room of Fengshen Hall, looking absently at the empty corridor, with a look of confusion and helplessness: "But my father told me that my Tao The fate is there."

What is Tao Yuan

To put it simply, it is an important opportunity encountered by those who practice Taoism.

This kind of opportunity can be big or small, the small one is dispensable, and the big one is an improvement from one realm to another. Once you miss it, you may stay in the original realm for life and never make any progress.

And an opportunity that allows a 12-year-old boy to study alone in a foreign country is obviously not a dispensable opportunity.

Kong Yun has never doubted his father's words. In the Kong family's network, there is no shortage of families who are proficient in Zhouyi divination. What puzzles him is that the Kong family's special magic system is closely related to China. In this case, he Why did the opportunity come to the UK, which has almost nothing to do with Chinese studies?

"Where are you, Junior Brother Li?" Kong Yun tilted his head and turned his eyes to the young man standing on the other side of the gate: "I remember that there seems to be no magic school in the island country."

The young man in question was wearing a plain dark green robe with gold edges, a hat of the same color on his short brown hair, and a sharp snow-white sword slung behind his back.

This is not the first time Kong Yun has seen the traditional Frog Road robe of the Lee family in Hong Kong. But every time he sees it, he can’t help but be disgusted by its color.

All I can say is that good-looking people look good in whatever clothes they wear.If his Junior Brother Li hadn't been so good-looking, the effect would have been even more shocking.

"Yes." Not noticing the slight disgust in Kong Yun's eyes, Li Xiaolang nodded seriously. He thought for a moment, and then explained vaguely: "Actually, it is a relic of a senior in the island country's family. I was just ordered by my family to look for the traces that appeared. I might go to school in the island country by the time, so I came to complete the procedures in advance."

Kong Yun didn't mind the vagueness of the other party's words. He blinked and subconsciously said with a completely different focus: "I would like to ask, is your distant relative from the island country?"

I haven’t heard that the Li family has ever intermarryed with islanders.

Although he felt a little strange about Kong Yun's question, Li Xiaolang didn't think much about it. He said naturally: "That senior is of British and Chinese descent and is a very outstanding British magician. However, Senior Brother Kong asked What is this for?”

As soon as he finished speaking, before Kong Yun could respond, Li Xiaolang understood what the other party meant.

""So, why would a British magician with Chinese ancestry leave the relics in the island country?

The two looked at each other for a moment, speechless.In the end, Kong Yun patted his junior brother on the shoulder and said seriously: "Maybe it's because a Chinese who has never been to an island country is not a qualified British magician."

Li Xiaolang:

The scene was very awkward for a time. Fortunately, at this moment, the closed door behind the two people opened silently in time, revealing an old man with white hair and beard. Before the other party could say anything, the two teenagers turned around at the same time and faced each other respectfully. The elder gave a junior salute.

"Mr. Jiang."

Although after today, the two young men who are about to go to a foreign country can no longer be regarded as students of Fengshen Hall, in any case, whether they are preparatory students or regular students, Kong Yun and Li Xiaolang have stayed here. After a year, it is reasonable to say "Mr. Jiang".