Chinese students at Hogwarts.

I thought the rain would stop when we arrived at Hogwarts, but when the train stopped, the rain became heavier and heavier.

The little wizards stood at the door of the car, looking hesitantly at the heavy rain outside. There was a rumble of thunder in the air, and no one wanted to plunge into the cold rain.

Under Hagrid's urging, they still shrank their heads like quails and got into the carriage in embarrassment.

Then he opened the door of the carriage and looked sympathetically at the first-year wizard who had been drowned by the heavy rain.

"Oh, I can't imagine ferrying across the lake in this weather."

Hermione was shivering from the cold, her hair stuck to her face, and water droplets kept dripping down from the ends of her hair.

Not only him, but also several people in the car. After they finally used magic to deal with everything, the carriage had entered the gate of Hogwarts.

Everyone began to look forward to the warm auditorium and the hot pumpkin juice. As for the major events that they had speculated about with passion, they had long been abandoned.

The auditorium was still as glorious and magnificent, and it was specially decorated for the banquet of the new student.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, making the gold saucers and goblets sparkle.

The four long college tables were already filled with chattering students.

There was a fifth table at the top of the auditorium, with staff sitting on one side facing their students.

There are a lot of vacancies in the faculty at the moment. Hagrid is still outside leading the first-year students across the Black Lake, and Professor McGonagall is in the foyer preparing to sort them into different schools.

Zhang Xiao stared at the empty seats. One of them was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but he didn’t know who it was this year.

Could it still be Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to be Mad-Eye Moody?

It is possible, but Zhang Xiao thinks it is unlikely. Barty pretended to be Moody to get close to Harry, and used tricks to send Harry Potter to Voldemort under heavy protection.

Let Voldemort complete his resurrection, but now Voldemort has been resurrected and made such a huge noise last semester.

So Voldemort had no reason to let his most loyal men risk entering Hogwarts.

The original work was becoming less and less useful to him. Zhang Xiao sighed. Fortunately, most of the Horcruxes had been mastered, leaving only Harry and Nagini in his body.

The buzz of conversation began to ring out in the auditorium. The little wizards finally recovered from their freezing state and began chatting with classmates they had not seen for a long time.

Of course, most of the talk was about the just-concluded Quidditch World Cup.

Malfoy opened his hands and was describing what he saw in the minister's box in his usual tone, which attracted the envy of other Slytherin students.

However, Malfoy's eyes glanced around the long table, and his expression immediately became gloomy.

"Zhang——" He leaned over and whispered.

"Huh? What's the matter, Draco?" Zhang Xiaozheng heard something wonderful. If nothing else, Xiao Ma still has the ability to tell stories.

"I just took a look, and there are fewer people wearing Qingluan Society badges."

As the executive vice-president of Qingluan Club, actually in charge of the main work and secretary, Malfoy is dedicated to this club that carries his dreams.

Zhang Xiao glanced at it, and it was true that as Malfoy said, the number of members of the Qingluan Society, which peaked at 70%, had dropped significantly during the third-year Azkaban escape, and remained at about 50%.

But at this moment, I took a cursory glance and found that it was only about 30%.

As for why this is the case, the answer is obvious. Voldemort has returned again and made a huge noise. No one is afraid of the dead villain.

It's different for the villain who always refuses to die. When the Dark Mark appears in the sky again, how can those who once surrendered to him not be frightened?

To be honest, Zhang Xiao was greatly surprised that he could maintain 30%. He thought it would be good to achieve around 20%.

"How could they do this?" Malfoy lowered his voice and said angrily, his eyes narrowed with a chill.

Well, Zhang Xiao was a little speechless. In fact, their choice was similar to your family before, sitting on the wall and watching the wind.

They took off the badge of the Qingluan Society, but they also stayed away from the extreme pure blood, forming the largest erratic clique.

The entire Slytherin magically changed into a pattern of 334, with a total of less than 100 students in the college.

I can only say that the little demons in the temple are very powerful. With just a few people, they are like the Three Kingdoms. If I were the Minister of Magic, the first thing I would need to consider is how to encourage births.

First, bring the population together. No one’s words are in vain.

"Draco, don't worry, the seeds have been planted. At least now the blatant bullying of newcomers and non-pure bloods is gone, isn't it?"

Zhang Xiao comforted Malfoy that Slytherin's shortcomings now were not in the academy, but in Voldemort.

Just like Dumbledore is a flag of righteousness, Voldemort is also the last hope for those extreme pure bloods.

Why do they support Voldemort? Isn't it because the decline of pure blood makes them despair?

Malfoy nodded, took out the small notebook with a black cover that he regarded as a treasure and began to write and draw.

"What are you doing?"

"Write them down! Although I can't do anything now, I decided to write them down in my notebook. A family that looks at both sides can never be trusted!"

Zhang Xiao:.

Just then the door to the auditorium opened and everyone immediately fell silent.

Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year students to the top of the auditorium.

If the little wizards were soaked and drowned before, then these first-year students didn't seem to be taking the ferry.

But he swam from the lake.

They stood in a row along the staff table and stopped, facing everyone, all trembling with cold and nervousness - except the youngest boy.

He wore a moleskin coat so big that it felt like a tent over the little boy's head.

As soon as he came in, the boy shouted happily to Gryffindor:

"I fell into the lake - a tentacle helped me up."

The auditorium was quiet for a moment, and then burst into loud laughter. Another boy who looked very similar to him stood up excitedly:

"That's cool! Dennis—" He raised his camera and the flash went off.

Professor McGonagall immediately straightened her face. She lowered her head slightly and stared at Colin Creevey with her very oppressive eyes.

"If you don't want to be deducted before school officially starts, I suggest you put your camera away and sit still in your seat.

What do you say, Mr. Creevey? "

The two Creeves shrank their necks at the same time and returned to their positions obediently.

Professor McGonagall then placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new students, and placed a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard's hat on the stool.