Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The gargoyle spun to give way, and the stairs slowly descended.

Zhang Xiao walked in familiarly, just like taking the elevator at work in his previous life.

Wait a minute, I'm just going to work now. I'm obviously still a third-year student, worrying about the principal every day.

When did it become like this?

Was it the time a car rolled over a first-year Slytherin? Or that time when you drank too much? Or that time at the Sorcerer's Stone?

That time in the secret room? Capture Peter Pettigrew? Horcrux?

If this continues, it will definitely be no problem to become a principal directly after graduation.

Could this be Dumbledore's plan?

Zhang Xiao pondered and subconsciously opened the door, and the high-backed velvet gilt chair he was used to sitting on slid over silently.

The silver pot on the tray was tilted up high, and the delicate tea leaves in the cup danced a 'seaweed dance', allowing the scalding boiling water to fully come into contact with themselves.

Just for a moment, the fragrance of tea overflowed.

After recalling the events in which he had actively or passively participated in the past three years, Zhang Xiao finally came to a conclusion.

It's all Voldemort's fault!

He stretched out his hand, and the tea cup slowly floated in his hand. After taking a gentle sip of the slightly scalding tea, he realized where he was.

In the spacious and beautiful circular principal's room, Dumbledore was sitting behind the huge table, looking at himself with a half-smile.

It was a long table with claw-shaped legs, with many strange silverware placed on it, rotating and emitting small puffs of smoke.

In addition, they make all kinds of funny little noises.

On a shelf behind the table, there is a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat. This hat has its eyes closed and murmurs unknown meaning. It should be writing a new warm book. Field song.

Fox stood on his pure gold shelf, holding Qingluan's magic photo in his mouth, looking at himself eagerly.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Zhang Xiao shrugged at it. Qingluan was in China. The recent period was not peaceful. Many times, the mobile phone was useless and there would be no signal at all.

Only Qingluan can break through some restrictions and deliver information, so Sister Bird's task has always been very heavy and important.

The walls are covered with portraits of old principals, both men and women. They all have bright eyes in their respective photo frames and watch the fun happily.

Phineas Nigellus, the most unpopular principal in history and Black's grandfather, raised a glass of wine he got from nowhere and gestured towards Zhang Xiao.

"Aha, Zhang, you looked like a principal just now. It seems that you are ready to enter this office at any time.

Dumbledore, I suggest you retire immediately.

Zhang is already a mature principal and can handle all the affairs of the school. As for people outside the school, isn't there still someone else?

Isn't that right, Dumbledore, the Minister? "

Very rarely, Phineas's opinion met with no unanimous opposition.

On the contrary, many portraits gave out good-natured laughter, because they also felt that Zhang Gang looked like a real principal.

In fact, this little wizard's performance in the past three years has already conquered these portraits. If they were asked to choose, there is only one answer, and that is Zhang.

"I can retire early if you need me, although my idea is to keep going for a few more years."

Dumbledore stood up, winked at Zhang Xiao narrowly, and made a joke.

Zhang Xiao shook his head helplessly:

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't intend to be limited here. The world is so big and I haven't taken a good look at it yet. Maybe I will go around the world and find what I really want in my heart, and then make plans. "

Dumbledore walked over briskly. He also poured himself a cup of tea and asked curiously:

"Oh? It's a very practical and important thing that your heart really wants. Do you already have a clue?"

"No, but I think...at least it won't be immortality, invincibility or anything like that."

The old man and the young man laughed together.

Dumbledore shook his sleeves gently, and the silverware on the table was pushed away by a gentle force, revealing a large blank tabletop.

Then the tabletop suddenly rippled slightly, as if the hard tabletop turned into water.

Under Zhang Xiao's curious eyes, the rippling tabletop slowly rose and bulged. At first, it was just a weird uneven appearance.

But soon, little details were being perfected, and the short bulges gradually became angular, with windows, doors, and even the bricks and tiles on the eaves clearly visible.

In just the blink of an eye, a vivid market appeared in front of Zhang Xiao's eyes.

This is Diagon Alley!

Dumbledore even conjured up many little people to wander around inside.

This is exactly what transfiguration is!

Zhang Xiao looked at the 'Miniature Diagon Alley' on the table in amazement. Every shop on it matched the one in his memory, and the signboards were exactly the same.

In the eyes of laymen, there may be no explosions, no fire, and not cool, but in the eyes of experts, Dumbledore's move is simply formidable.

"Zhang, according to the news from your family in the East, the Horcrux this time should be in Diagon Alley, and in the Gringotts area?"

Zhang Xiao nodded, just as he had thought before, what if the golden cup was not in Bella's vault.

Moreover, you can calculate the approximate location and understand it, and you can directly calculate which vault it is in and what it is about.

Even if Dumbledore doesn't understand Dongfang Xin, he will have to make up a reason next time he counts another Horcrux, so it would be better to just tell him an approximate location.

Avoiding strategic misjudgments is both reasonable and trouble-free.

Dumbledore knocked on the table lightly, and the three-dimensional model on the table changed again, and the surroundings surged and fluctuated rapidly. Only then did Zhang Xiao understand why Dumbledore had to go to so much trouble to simulate the entire Diagon Alley.

Because as the tabletop rises, Diagon Alley seems to be lifted up from the ground, rising into the air, with a huge cavity below:

"Zhang, this is the underground space of Gringotts. The goblins have spent hundreds of years digging deep, but no one knows how deep it is."

Zhang Xiao suddenly remembered that the original book said that the goblin dug hundreds of miles or even deeper.

What a concept hundreds of miles! That has already dug into the mantle! He even dug through the asthenosphere. If the goblin has a way to deal with magma, Zhang Xiaoxin, after all, magic does not make sense.

But if it were said that goblins can handle the 180-kilometer-thick asthenosphere, then the entire book would have to be renamed Goblin Legend.

"Professor, what do you think Voldemort's Horcrux should be?"

"That's exactly what I was going to tell you." Dumbledore smiled, condensing some patterns made of flames in the air.

"Ravenclaw's diadem, Slytherin's locket. And through constant recollection, I recall the greed with which Tom looked at the sword of Gryffindor in this office."

Dumbledore waved his hand quickly, the crown made of flames, and the pendant flashed in the air: