Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore let go of the note in his hand, and sparks appeared on the parchment, fluttering into the sky. Along with a wisp of smoke, the parchment quickly burned into ashes and dissipated in the biting cold wind. .

Taking off his glasses, his fingers unconsciously bent the silver temples, Dumbledore looked into the distance. His sight seemed to pass through mountains and lakes, through buildings and forests, and through the whimpering wind of the canyon.

"Gringotts, Diagon Alley."

Dumbledore stood up and suddenly laughed softly. Under Fox's confused eyes, he walked over and stroked its slightly hot tail feathers:

"Maybe this is why we always like the unknown and don't succumb to fate, because life is like Bibi's multi-flavored beans, you never know what flavor it will be at the next moment."

Fox blinked his golden eyes, snorted disdainfully from his nose, and turned his head to look at the several shiny magic photos in the bird's nest that had been rubbed away.

He closed his eyes and let out a pleasant purr, then leaned forward and rubbed his head against the photo.

On the 285th day when that beautiful, noble, and elegant lady is away, I miss her!

Dumbledore's hand paused, then calmly retracted it, and gently wiped it on his clothes. The bird was no longer clean.

Dudley was carrying his schoolbag and stared at the small church standing in the corner of the school. Damn it, what Edward said was true. There was actually a church that rose up overnight.

How did you do it?

What Dudley didn't expect was yet to come. When he was still worrying about how to explain to the teacher that he could only attend half-day class, the teacher took the initiative to stop him and informed him in an unprecedented gentle tone that he had to go to church every afternoon. Half day volunteer.

That old man is so powerful?

The only trace of hesitation in my heart finally disappeared at this moment.

Edward is so powerful, maybe he can really avenge himself?

With mixed feelings of anxiety, excitement, expectation, and doubt, Dudley slowly walked through the school garden and came to the door of the chapel.

The heavy wooden door with intricately carved patterns made a dull sound when it was pushed open.

The afternoon sun shone through the cracks in the wooden door and cast Dudley's shadow on the ground.

The church was not big, and there were no colorful windows common in cathedrals. The dark red curtain made Dudley couldn't help but think of blood.

A figure knelt on one knee in front of the statue and prayed devoutly, and the low murmur of chanting echoed in the small church:

".

May the words and deeds of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and the Holy Lord

On earth as it is in heaven, in the name of the Father

Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Amen! "

Edward stood up, the priest's robe hanging down naturally:

"If you don't arrive before I finish praying, this door will be closed to you forever."

"There are some things going on at school," Dudley muttered.

Edward glanced at him: "Isn't it because you didn't do your homework and was punished by the teacher?"

Dudley blushed and looked at Edward waving towards him:

"Come on, follow me."

The two of them walked around the pulpit and came to the inner court of the church. Dudley watched Edward hang the candlestick on the wall, and the firelight cast a mottled shadow on the wall.

Then under Dudley's disbelieving gaze, the shadow-covered wall seemed to be swallowed by darkness, revealing a long and narrow crack.

Edward put his hand into the crack, as if pulling something. With the sound of mechanical rotation, the crack trembled and slowly opened to both sides.

"Those wizards and vampires love to use their tricks to hide dwellings and portals that look impenetrable and seamless, but are like the pancakes Susan bakes next door."

Edward suddenly spoke, he folded his hands on his lower abdomen, turned his head and said to Dudley.

Dudley tried hard to keep up with his rhythm, racked his brains for a while, and then said in a calm voice:

"You mean Susan's pancakes are as hard as iron?"

Edward closed his mouth and looked at him with a strange look, as if he were looking at a rare animal. Dudley was a little hairy when he looked at him, and then he sighed:

"Well, besides being overweight, having bad grades, and having a bad brain, I have to add one more thing.

Lack of enough sense of humor. "

Dudley didn't dare to speak at all and could only look at him helplessly. Edward shrugged and raised his forehead to the sky:

"I can't help it. Who asked me to choose you? This selection relationship is sacred and is watched by the Lord. Although you don't know it, I don't want to lie to you. I have started to regret it a long time ago, but I have no choice now. To change.”

Dudley lowered his head, bit his lip, hunched his body, and walked slowly down behind Edward.

This was a spiral staircase, and soon they passed through a small door, and their eyes suddenly became brighter.

"Is this underground?"

Surrounded by rough stone walls, a few torches made of unknown materials were inserted into the pillars and burned fiercely. Dudley swore he had never seen white flames.

But the torches in front of him were burning with white flames, projecting white light. Just a few torches made the basement, which was almost the size of a basketball court, as bright as day.

"Those wizards have a kind of flame called 'Gublai Fairy Fire', also known as Everlasting Fire. It is a kind of enchanted flame that can burn forever."

A disdainful smile appeared on Edward's face: "Ha, eternal fire, bah!

Are they worthy? "

He raised his chin and nodded towards the torch on the wall:

"This is the true eternal fire. The flame taken from the Mountain of Light only burns on the tool it was first obtained. It will never be extinguished. Even the abyss cannot stop it from burning.

Boy, how many torches are there on the wall? "

"Six-six?" Dudley counted them repeatedly before saying uncertainly.

"Well, Liugen, this is my level. Remember, your guide, Edward Xiao, is the Six Flame Witch Hunter.

When your strength is strong enough, or you hunt enough aliens, you will get a torch burning with the holy fire. We usually use several torches to distinguish levels internally.

But in fact, this thing is of no use, because luck also plays a large part. Some people only have two or three flames, but their strength is outstanding, but they have never had good opportunities.

But some people are lucky enough to go out and pee when they encounter vampires having a meeting and wizards playing with balls they ride on broomsticks.

So what should we say about luck? "

Edward kept talking, and Dudley could see that he was extremely proud of his possession of six torches, but Dudley felt dizzy after hearing this.

He listened blankly to Edward talking about the achievements behind each torch, but his eyes were focused on the dazzling array of things on the wall.

There were all kinds of things there, including hand crossbows, longbows, old-fashioned rifles, bullet belts, shining silver swords, shields, and leather cords.