Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Rich food suddenly appeared on the empty plate in front of Zhang Xiao: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, (why are they all potatoes?) and mint hard candy.

The people in the Snake Yard don't seem to like lively conversations like the lions. They eat food while talking about their summer vacation experiences.

"Yes, my father and I went to visit the Scottish national team and took a picture with Hector Lamont, the Seeker. To be honest, even though Hector didn't catch the Snitch in last year's World Cup final, But I insist that he is only one fingertip away from the best seeker in the world. (Note 1) "

"I attended a high-end private auction, and the items on it were pretty good, but I only focused on a helmet made by goblins in the 17th century. It cost less than 1000 Galleons. It was well worth the money."

Even Malfoy was bragging to Clark and Goyle about the vacation life with his parents. As he spoke, he turned away from Zhang Xiao, wanting to see Zhang Xiao's reaction.

Zhang Xiao didn't participate in the conversation. He rummaged for the food he was interested in, but unfortunately there was almost none. He noticed that only some people on the long Slytherin table were talking loudly, while others kept their heads down and said nothing. They ate their food quickly and occasionally whispered to each other.

This made Zhang Xiao very curious, so he pulled the bragging Malfoy and asked:

"What happened to those people?"

Malfoy looked impatiently at where Zhang Xiao was pointing and sneered: "Those are all mixed-bloods, not noble pure-blood wizards. What's even more ridiculous is that some of them grew up in Muggle society."

"By the way, are you a mixed race too?" Malfoy suddenly showed a nasty smile and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Xiao glared at him angrily:

"I am Chinese!"

Malfoy thought for a while but couldn't figure out what the connection between "Chinese" and the question he asked, and the wizarding world didn't know much about China, so he could only snort vaguely and look at the group of mixed-blood Sis who were eating. Leitlin laughed and said:

"Look at the way they are devouring it. It's so pitiful. I guess they can only taste such delicious and rich food at the Hogwarts opening party."

Zhang Xiao was stunned. He looked at Malfoy speechlessly with a chicken drumstick in each hand. Delicious and rich? Except for Sheng who could still say "Tao", the other three words were far behind. He asked contemptuously:

"You call these things delicious? Is there anything else besides meat and potatoes?"

Seeing Zhang Xiao's indifferent contempt, Malfoy suddenly felt that the chicken drumstick in his hand suddenly no longer smelled good. He asked tentatively:

"Then what is delicious? French food? My father also took me to eat French food, and it was indeed more delicious and stylish than what we have now."

Zhang Xiao picked up a boiled potato and looked at it with disdain, "I have the opportunity to show you something. French food is not bad, and what I think is delicious may not be delicious to you. The tastes are very different."

The question of which cuisine is the best in the world is like the issue of sweet and salty tofu nao, which caused a lot of quarrels on the Internet in a previous life.

Which one tastes better is a matter of opinion.

After filling his stomach, Zhang Xiao looked around with nothing to do. This time, his eyes focused on a ghost sitting not far away.

There were silver stains on his robes, his eyes were hollow and melancholy, and his cheeks were thin. He was floating quietly beside the Slytherin table.

Malfoy came over again, thinking from the bottom of his heart that the noble Malfoy family must not be compared with others. If Zhang Xiao thought this was not delicious, but instead ate it to his heart's content, wouldn't the Malfoy family be noble in vain?

Malfoy, with his trademark stinking smile and arrogant smile on his face, whispered:

"You don't know who it is, do you? My father told me about it, do you want to know?"

Zhang Xiao said casually:

"Ah, Bloody Baloo, the one who failed to pursue Helena and committed suicide in the end, is very prestigious among the ghosts. It was he who ordered the ghost council to ban Peeves from attending the new school year banquet."

Malfoy's smile froze on his face, why do you understand so well? Even more knowledgeable than him, Zhengluqi? He didn't know anything about the Ghost Council.

"Are you telling the truth?" Malfoy asked suspiciously, frowning.

"Are you really going to find out if you ask yourself?" Zhang Xiao pulled the fruit plate, took out a bunch of grapes from it, and ate them one by one, eh? It tastes really good, sour and sweet.

Malfoy looked at the Bloody Barrow not far away, shrank his neck heartily, and muttered something in a low voice.

Finally, the food on the plate changed from dinner to dessert, and finally disappeared.

Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The restaurant also returned to silence. "Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year students, students are prohibited from entering the woods on campus. Some of our classmates from the old class should also remember this."

Dumbledore's shining eyes glanced in the direction of Gryffindor.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors between classes.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Loud laughter came from the Gryffindor table again. Zhang Xiao was a little speechless because it was the laughter of the iron-headed boy Harry. Unexpectedly, Malfoy was also laughing, not forgetting to talk to Clark and Gao. I boast:

"Dumbledore's joke is so funny. My dad is the school director of Hogwarts. He told me that the school will not put any students in danger, otherwise Dumbledore's position as headmaster will be lost."

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore said loudly. Zhang Xiao found that the smiles of other teachers seemed to freeze.

Dumbledore flicked his wand, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling like a snake above the high dining table, forming lines of text.

"Everyone chooses a tune he likes." Dumbledore said, "Get ready and sing!"

So all the teachers and students sang loudly: Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us knowledge, no matter we are bald old people or children with injured knees, our The mind is open to some interesting things.

Because now our minds are empty and full of air, dead flies and trivial things. Teach us some valuable knowledge and give us back what we have forgotten. You just need to do your best and leave the rest to us. We will study hard. Until it turns into dung.

Everyone finished singing the school song. Zhang Xiao's voice is particularly loud, and he sings King of Love Songs by Leo Ku.

It's twice as long as the Weasley brothers' "Funeral March." Dumbledore directed the three of them with his wand. When the Weasley brothers finished singing, Zhang Xiao wisely stopped singing, and Dumbledore applauded the loudest.

"Music," he said, wiping his eyes, "is more charming than anything we do here! It's bedtime now. Let's go back to the dormitories."

Zhang Xiao also wiped his eyes. He was sleepy and yawned to the point of tears. He finally wanted to rest.

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Note 1: In the 1990 Quidditch World Cup final, the Scottish national team discovered the Golden Snitch while leading. In the end, the seeker missed the opportunity because his fingers were shorter than his opponent's, resulting in the loss of the game.