Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Perhaps the enthusiasm of the little wizards was too high, and the weather today was also very embarrassing.

The sky is as clear as blue, and the winter sun is not as dazzling and strong as in summer, only mild warmth.

Just like the school outing in a previous life, most people couldn't fall asleep until very late the night before.

Zhang Xiao felt that he could vaguely hear the sounds of tossing and turning in the dormitory throughout the night.

As expected, the three people in the dormitory all yawned profusely, not just the three Malfoys. On the way to the auditorium, the little wizard yawned incessantly.

But when they finally realized that they were about to go to Hogsmeade, the fatigue and sleepiness that they had not slept well disappeared immediately.

A huge buzz echoed in the huge auditorium, and many people even picked up food and stuffed it into their mouths, just to fill their stomachs quickly and not delay their journey to Hogsmeade.

But Malfoy was different. He slowly picked up a glass of milk and took a sip. There was an inexplicable sense of superiority on his face. He looked at the little wizards as if they were looking at fools:

"Zhang, don't they know how to use their brains?

If you have thought about it, you will know that Hogsmeade will be very lively today, with vendors from all over the world setting up stalls here.

so--"

Malfoy pouted towards the Gryffindor table. Zhang Xiao looked in the direction he pointed. Harry and Ron had their plates piled with food as usual.

But Hermione, like Malfoy, just picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and drank it. She looked speechless and said something to Harry and Ron. The two of them immediately dropped the food in their hands, looking very lucky. look.

"Sure enough, Granger is also considered smart, and she also thought that Hogsmeade at this time should be full of delicacies from all over the world.

If you fill your stomach now, you won’t be able to eat anymore when you look at those really good things. "

Malfoy looked very in need of a beating at this moment, with an expression as if the only heroes in the world were 'Granger and Malfoy'.

Zhang Xiao silently put down the huge bun in his hand. What he said makes so much sense.

Why didn't I think of that?

Soon, he found a reason for himself. He must have been thinking about whether there was anything noteworthy about Hogsmeade recently, which took up too much computing power.

After all, a wise man will make mistakes after all his considerations, and some small mistakes are inevitable!

As for why Malfoy thought of it, I can only say that a fool will succeed after all his considerations.

The bustling little wizards in the foyer were lining up in a winding queue, chatting excitedly.

Administrator Filch stood inside the gate, checking a long list, staring at every face vigilantly, not letting anyone who shouldn't go out slip out of the gate.

Because he had received a reliable tip, the first- and second-year wizards banded together and spent huge sums of money to order polyjuice potion, preparing to sneak out like seniors.

So he checked everyone several times, resulting in very slow passing.

Those who passed by were like huskies letting go of their reins, disappearing into the hall in a blink of an eye. Their sincere joy and joy stimulated the little wizards, making them even more itchy.

They became even more impatient, and many people wanted to take out their wands and give Filch a powerful blow.

But I just thought about it, because Professor McGonagall was standing not far away with her arms folded. Behind her were several dejected little wizards. They looked exactly the same, and they actually used Polyjuice Potion.

With Professor McGonagall, the sea-fixing needle, here, the little wizards in the first and second years did not dare to play any tricks. They could only stand in the distance biting their fingers and watching the senior seniors one by one. Go outside.

Some of them with bad taste would wave their hands and shout:

"I'll tell you how much fun Hogsmeade had today when I get back!"

It was already a quarter of an hour later when Zhang Xiao and the others finally passed Filch's inspection.

The air in the wilderness is cold and fresh. The snow that fell a few days ago has not completely melted, adding a touch of white to the monotonous black. The black lake is still frozen solid.

Like a huge mirror under the sunlight, the little wizards didn't miss the scenery on the road, they just left talking and laughing happily and hurried towards Hogsmeade.

Zhang Xiao pulled Zheng Zheng and said excitedly that he was going to buy a bunch of delicious Harry's here, and motioned for him to slow down.

"What's wrong, Zhang?"

Harry slowed down in confusion, still with a smile on his face.

"This is for you, keep it close to your body."

Zhang Xiao stuffed a triangular yellow charm into the breast pocket of his thick denim jacket and buttoned it up to avoid losing it.

The smile on Harry's face disappeared. He frowned at Zhang Xiao's movements and asked softly:

"Zhang - do you think Hogsmeade is in danger? And it's aimed at me?"

"Just in case, just think of it as a little backup measure I did."

Zhang Xiao shrugged. After asking around for the past few days, he found out that this was indeed like an ordinary circus parade, and he wanted to understand one thing.

That is, Voldemort may not know about him, nor does he know that he secretly destroyed several of his Horcruxes.

In other words, it is unlikely that there is any conspiracy against him.

If Voldemort and the Death Eaters had to do something, then the target must be Harry. Harry is to Voldemort what the Resurrection Stone is to Dumbledore.

It has a fatal attraction, like a man possessed.

If Voldemort wasn't so obsessed with Harry, the story might have ended long ago.

If we start from this perspective, the abnormal movements of spiritual sense can be easily explained. What's more important is that with my own cultivation level, spiritual sense is a 'passive skill that has a chance of being triggered'.

You cannot regard spiritual perception as truth and believe it unconditionally, nor can you completely ignore it. It is actually quite difficult to accurately grasp the degree of it.

As Dumbledore said, this requires a lot of life experience to accumulate and ponder.

Therefore, Zhang Xiao could only take what he thought was a more appropriate method, including organizing his Qiankun bag and preparing several sets of plans.

And most importantly, he went to Dumbledore, and under the pretext of reporting on the current situation of the Horcrux, he expressed his concerns in a subtle way, and received repeated assurances from Dumbledore.

Not going anywhere during the weekend in Hogsmeade, not even if the Ministry of Magic exploded.

Getting such an answer was the main reason why Zhang Xiao felt relieved.

Harry looked down at his pocket, pursed his lips, reflected Zhang Xiao's figure in his emerald green eyes, and said solemnly:

"Zhang, I will be careful! Thank you"

Zhang Xiao patted his shoulder and was about to say something. At this moment, in the sky not far away, a dazzling line of fire shot straight into the sky and exploded in the sky.

Even in the sunny day, these fireworks are still clearly visible. A giant dragon composed of fireworks moves its head and tail in the air, raising its head and spitting out a more brilliant fireworks.