Chinese students at Hogwarts.

"When Cornelius Fudge was delivering an inappropriate speech on "Why pure bloods are great and why half-bloods deserve to die," he suddenly got stuck in the middle of the speech and ran away in panic amid public protests."

".Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge claimed that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse!"

"The Department of Magical Security insists that there is no problem with the Minister's security work and says this is an insult to his work.

'He (Fudge) was definitely not controlled by the Imperius Curse at least half a day ago. We just maintained the 'waterfall'. You know, that thing has a miraculous effect on the Imperius Curse.'

An employee of the Department of Magical Security who did not want to be named said this in an interview with this newspaper. "

"The Fudge era is coming to an end. What is the future of the Ministry of Magic?"

The big headline occupies almost half of the newspaper. In the huge photo, Fudge is looking at the camera in frustration and haggardness, compared to the little man with a rosy and round face before.

He looked almost ten years older now, but no one sympathized with him and everyone agreed that he should step down as Minister of Magic immediately.

Zhang Xiao shook the newspaper and put it aside, picked up the black tea on the side cabinet, and took a gentle sip.

The tea soup is dark in color, mellow in the mouth, and slightly bitter.

He leaned back slightly, the velvet backrest was soft and comfortable, the sun shone through the tall flower windows on the patterned floor in the foyer, and the clean starched shirt on his body carried a fresh scent of soap.

The white shirt made the young man's figure well-proportioned and upright, and the sunlight beams under the Tyndall effect streaked across his body, half light and half dark.

This appearance looks like a beautiful landscape painting. The little wizard who occasionally passes by is not willing to destroy this leisurely and peaceful atmosphere, and subconsciously slows down his steps.

Zhang Xiao was holding the tea, his eyes were vacant, and he was lost in thought. Occasionally he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

It has been almost a week since the last Hogsmeade-Church incident.

That incident changed many people and many things.

Harry became taciturn and often sat alone, not knowing what he was thinking, except that he worked almost as hard as he could during the club's training.

Ron didn't know how to comfort his best friend, so he could only do what a good friend should do - train with Harry. Surprisingly, Ron actually accompanied Harry throughout his life-threatening training. Come down.

Even though he was tired and sweating profusely, even though he was usually a lazy person, when Harry needed him the most.

Ron didn't lose his temper.

Hermione studied more and more crazily. After discussing it with Zhang Xiao, the little witch also decisively stopped her dream of getting 12 o's. She pursed her lips, hugged a thick book, and had only firm.

"I found that 12 o's is of no use. Instead of studying hard, I think I should spend more time learning more about things I don't understand - Zhang, I can't imagine, if I didn't recognize it at that time The motto of the goblin comes out, what will be the consequences in the dungeon."

Hermione's voice was trembling slightly: "I have calculated that Neville will not be able to hold on for long, and he will be killed, then Justin, and then the little wizards.

Professor McGonagall and the others have arrived very quickly, but by the time they arrive, a dozen of us may have died!

A dozen of our classmates might have been killed and thrown into that terrible crucible."

Zhang Xiao was speechless. He didn't have the mentality of 'I'm not strong enough. As long as I'm strong enough, I can reverse everything! 'Slightly middle-class mentality.

Is Dumbledore strong enough? Not a bunch of regrets? Even the images on the Mirror of Erised are richer than others.

Is the Heavenly Master strong enough? I heard from my father that before he didn't always recite 'True things always respond to things, really always get nature'. Always be quiet, always be quiet. 'Seeking silence but not getting it? Didn't he want to save the Taoist disciples during the Battle of Baqi?

Is Voldemort strong enough? Seeking life but not getting it, wishing for death but not wishing, neither fish nor fowl, neither human nor ghost, using thousands of potions and all kinds of magic to just ask if you can live forever, is it all in vain in the end?

Strong is originally a false proposition.

Not only the three of them, but also the training attitude of the others was completely different from before. Cedric put away all his beloved figures and would definitely pick up the wand to practice the movements whenever he had time.

In addition to training with everyone, Zhang Xiao also found Malfoy secretly practicing his marksmanship on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. If it weren't for magic, his wrists would have been so swollen that he couldn't lift chopsticks.

Even so, Madam Pomfrey also started complaining about why Malfoy always 'accidentally' hurt his wrist.

Neville has become one of the most popular people in the school, and his image that night is firmly imprinted in everyone's minds, like a hero.

No, he is the hero.

Many young wizards had learned a skill from somewhere, and they followed him and shouted loudly, expressing their desire to learn both skills.

With no choice but to do so, Neville began to teach Tai Chi in public - the kind of fitness Tai Chi that grandparents often do in the park.

Whenever there was a group class, there would be a group of young wizards in the square, wearing wizard robes and punching strangely, with solemn faces and extremely serious expressions.

Zhang Xiao thought it was funny before, but then suddenly remembered the unreasonable incident of "Little Ma's haircut in the first month".

God knows what weird things these little wizards can do with the power of idealism. Maybe it's an AT force field?

"Zhang, what are you doing here?"

Malfoy walked over with a tired look on his face. Zhang Xiao sniffed his nose and saw a pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. Needless to say, Brother Ma went to practice his marksmanship again.

"It's nothing, just in a daze." Zhang Xiao hooked his fingers, and the armchair not far away moved over lightly and landed right in front of Malfoy.

The teapot jumped up, and the clear water line slanted down from the spout. Malfoy thanked him, picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

"By the way, Zhang -" Malfoy sighed comfortably and curled up in his chair: "Did you hear that Fudge has stepped down?"

"Fudge steps down? So soon? I thought he could still struggle for a while."

Zhang Xiao shrugged indifferently.

The two explosive news about the kidnapping of the young wizard and the return of Voldemort stung the most sensitive hearts of all wizards.

Even Fudge desperately denied the authenticity of Voldemort's return and said that it was just a trick by Dumbledore to try to seize power.

But the angry parents refused to listen to any explanation from Fudge. As Fudge gradually lost power, more problems emerged bit by bit.

For example, the circus revealed that the Death Eaters came with Fudge's letters of introduction, and the Department of Magical Transportation revealed that an illegal fireplace was connected to the Floo network, but Fudge ordered to ignore it.

"So who is the new minister?"

Zhang Xiao picked up the teapot and poured another cup for Xiao Ma. Malfoy tapped the table three times with his index and middle fingers, then exhaled and said solemnly:

"Barty Crouch!"

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

Came back too late

Misfortunes never come singly, and the entire month of November was full of misfortune. It was too bad, and I got stuck when applying for the certificate, which meant that the store might not be able to open, and all the investment was wasted.