Chinese students at Hogwarts.

After Zhang Xiao finished speaking, he left directly.

The Gryffindor table was silent. Harry and Ron lowered their heads and their bodies were trembling slightly.

They didn't dare to look at everyone's faces, and the words "Don't make me look down on you" kept echoing in their hearts.

"You are very powerful, better than us!" said a voice.

The two of them raised their heads and saw Colin Creevey holding up his camera and quickly taking a photo of them.

"I will collect these photos into a book after Goblet of Fire, called Road to Champions!"

Colin said seriously.

"Although everyone wants to be a warrior, we actually have no problem with you becoming a warrior. We feel that you deserve it."

Seamus shrugged, raised a glass of pumpkin juice and gestured to them:

"Let's go on well with our hope of winning the Goblet of Fire."

Fred and George fist bumped:

"Harry"

"And our stupid brother"

"We did a lot of Gryffindor championship fireworks"

“Get ready to make a killing”

"Don't let us lose money"

"otherwise."

"We will remember you forever!"

Li Qiaodan waved his fist:

"Come on, you have done many incredible things in the past few years. Is there any more suitable warrior than you?

We are Gryffindor! "

In fact, whether it is Harry, Malfoy, or Ron, they are all very strong. After all, the small duel club organized by Zhang Xiao is not that kind of thing.

But the crux of the problem is that they don't know how strong they are, and the only senior person they can compare themselves to is Cedric.

Unfortunately, Cedric is also in the Duel Club. Due to his age advantage, extraordinary talent, and serious training, Cedric's improvement has also been huge.

This led Harry and the others to think that normal seventh-grade students were at the same level as Cedric.

A clever misunderstanding.

After Zhang Xiao finished speaking, he ignored these little wizards who were worried about gains and losses. There were some things that he had to deal with by himself, such as how to face pressure correctly and adjust himself.

Passing through the door of the auditorium and walking through the withered garden, the cold morning wind brought a biting chill. It was almost December and the leaves on the branches were almost gone.

Only the bare branches were left stretching toward the sky in a strange posture. The weather was not good, it was gloomy, and there was a dull feeling that a storm was coming.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Xiao took out the small sword given by his father. He had already tried it on secretly looking for a place before. It was convenient, and he was also really handsome.

Throwing the small sword into the air, it grew into the wind. In just one short breath, it rolled in the air and turned into a thick giant sword. Zhang Xiao jumped up and stood firmly on the sword as if on a skateboard. On the body.

There was a huge adsorption force under my feet, which was very strong. I pushed my toes down a little, and I saw a sword light drawing a long rainbow in the sky, and "whoosh" the whole person flew away.

The wind whistled in his ears and his clothes fluttered. The flying sword felt very different from that of a broom. It gave a sense of freedom and ease. Zhang Xiao only had a sense of monasticism until now. Riding a sword and flying in the wind is what the Chinese have to do. romantic.

Not long after, Jianguang came to a hilltop not far away. There was a bluestone slab here, which was very flat. Yujian accidentally discovered it when he was wandering around a few days ago. Zhang Xiao fell in love with it at just one glance.

These days I come here to stand and box in the morning.

Jumping down from mid-air, the long sword under his feet also made a loud sword sound, became smaller and smaller, and chased Zhang Xiao.

When it hit the ground, the small sword came right in and fell into the Qiankun bag on his waist.

Zhang Xiao looked down at the scenery below the mountain with his hands behind his back. The morning fog in the valley was unusually dense. It surged with the wind under his feet, like running water and gauze, which had a special meaning.

A strong wind blew, and the thick fog below drifted with the wind, and a strange thing suddenly appeared.

Um?what is that?

Zhang Xiao opened his eyes and looked curiously, but he could only see a few corners of the building. Before he could take a closer look, the thick fog that had just been blown away by the wind quickly gathered and covered the place again.

Something was wrong, Zhang Xiao suddenly realized, this fog seemed to be caused by magic!

Hiss - Looking at the endless dense fog, who has such a powerful magic?

There was no doubt that he was reminded of the fog that once shrouded most of New York - and there was no doubt about the answer.

Dumbledore!

There is no need to think about why it takes so much trouble to create fog, it is the first event of the competition.

The four little ones walked in silence, stepping on the frozen and dry ground. Hagrid said that the things he ordered before had arrived, and invited them to go over and carry out the next stage of the transformation plan.

Hermione freed her face from the tight scarf, exhaled a large puff of white air, and looked helplessly at the three boys with heavy faces.

After what happened in the auditorium, the three of them didn't look as nervous as before.

But he became taciturn and worried.

The encouragement and cheering of the young wizards did eliminate their unconfidence, but it brought another problem, that is, everyone's enthusiasm and they felt that they needed to keep the Goblet of Fire in Hogwarts.

At least get a good ranking.

"Do you think Hagrid can succeed?" Hermione decided to lighten the mood by saying something light-hearted.

Sure enough, the little wizards raised their heads in confusion and began to think, and their solemn expressions gradually melted away.

"It's definitely possible. Except for Hagrid, I've never seen anyone over 3 meters tall." Ron made a decisive conclusion.

Harry remembered that Dumbledore, who was already very tall, only reached Madame Maxime's belly, and nodded in agreement.

Malfoy snorted: "Granger, are you questioning the Malfoy family's taste in clothing and style? There is absolutely no way there is a problem!"

They arrived at Hagrid's cabin noisily. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Zhang Xiao sitting inside waving to them.

The atmosphere that had just eased suddenly sank again. It was not that they had any complaints against Zhang Xiao, but a sense of shame.

Hagrid scratched his big, bushy head, looked at the little guy with his head down in confusion, and then glanced at Zhang Xiao, who looked normal and was still drinking tea:

"Uh, did you guys have a fight?"

He pulled the three people in and said in a rough voice:

"If you ask me, you are the best friends. That was the case with Sirius and the four of them back then. There will inevitably be some quarrels between friends, but it's nothing like that."

Hermione shook her head and sighed helplessly:

"Hagrid, there was no quarrel. I don't know what to say."

"It's our own problem!" Harry pursed his lips and raised his head, with relief and determination in his emerald green eyes: "It's because we are afraid and feel that we can't do it well and are not qualified warriors.