Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Several little wizards hunched their necks and ran along the wall towards the rostrum not far away. There were battlefields everywhere and fighting was happening everywhere.

When they came to the back out of breath, Lucius Narcissa and the Weasleys were protecting Petunia and the Grangers.

Harry and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Ron was shocked. He was stunned for a while and suddenly said to Malfoy:

"It looks like your father is not a bad person. I will never say anything bad about him next time."

Malfoy:

"Aunt Petunia!" Harry rushed over in a low voice. They hid under a collapsed floor, forming a small space.

Petunia clutched the fake wand tightly and said in shock:

"I'm fine, but why did I suddenly start fighting?"

Lucius gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were twitching. The pressure in his heart was astonishing. If Voldemort really won, he would be dead.

Unless I hide in China for the rest of my life and never come out.

"The Dark Lord has colluded with the Muggles. Damn it, I knew everything he said was fake. Muggles are the lowest and most worthless-"

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Dad, Mom, we need to send away those who have no fighting ability first."

Rockefeller next to him asked with interest:

In the past few years, I have been sweating and chasing desperately, just to be able to see Zhang's back and be able to help him.

The current patriarch of the Malfoy family, who was known as cunning as a fox and as timid as a mouse, finally became brave for once. He took off his expensive cloak, pulled out his snake staff and rushed out.

Lucius closed his eyes in pain. After a while, he exhaled a long breath and looked at his wife with unusual tenderness:

"Narcissa, stay here, you don't have to wait for me to come back."

Ossis hummed a strange tune while pouring himself a full glass of wine. The bright red wine was like the blood flowing out on the battlefield.

"Draco, you are still a fourth-year wizard. This battle has nothing to do with you, and no one would say that a child should stay and fight!"

But

He watched as a golden light shuttled back and forth on the field at an extremely fast speed, and someone fell down every time it touched it.

"What a beautiful sight."

"Mom, don't worry about me. A real Slytherin will never escape! If I escape here, if I lose, I will live in regret forever."

He let out a long sigh and took a sip.

The fierce battle in the distance seemed to have become a song and dance performance for them to drink and cheer.

"Mom." Malfoy suddenly stopped shaking. He smiled, and the past time passed before his eyes. They trained together and thought about how to change Slytherin and how to change the wizarding world.

Malfoy didn't speak, just bit his mouth and nodded heavily.

Malfoy said quickly, and then pointed to the rain in the distance calling his companions:

Together they experienced the Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets, the Hogsmeade incident, and they completed the Goblet of Fire together.

"Draco, are you really sure?" Lucius's voice was unusually low: "Are you sure you want to give up the centuries-old tradition of the Malfoy family and give up the family's creed?"

Are you afraid? Of course you are. This is a melee involving tens of thousands of people. It's not just playing house. Many wizards are dead. The light of Avada's Kedavra almost lights up half the sky.

"The elves will take you away later. Now they have to take the seriously injured to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic."

On the rooftop, which was as exquisite as the hanging gardens of ancient Babylon, the interest of several people became even higher.

Malfoy's body froze. He glanced at the chaotic battlefield, which was like a boiling oil cauldron. All the fears and fears he had before surged out at this moment.

"What about you, Draco, won't you come with us?" Narcissa suddenly pulled Malfoy's sleeve, her eye circles were already red, and she choked with sobs:

"I wonder when your Excellency is ready to intervene in this battle?"

Ossis shook his finger:

"nonono—Mr. Rockefeller, not this way—we are one, there is no need to differentiate between you and me—"

He smiled meaningfully: "After so many years of secret research, the sacred reincarnation ceremony has become very mature. Although the cost is high, as we promised before, arranging several people will definitely not be a problem.

And other people have also verified it. Have you also received the message? But I think it’s better for you to confirm again to better reflect our sincerity.”

Ossis said as he picked up the communicator:

"You can come here."

After a while, the door to the rooftop was opened, and a woman in a white robe walked up pushing a stroller.

If it was Dudley here, he would recognize it immediately as the child kidnapped from the 'wizard's' house at Christmas.

He was just over a year old at that time, and now he looks almost two years old.

Morgan and Rockefeller put down their wine glasses and stood up together, as if looking at some peerless treasure, staring at the baby who was slowly approaching with fiery eyes.

"Morgan, is this the younger member of your family?" Rockefeller said softly. Although he also found someone to test, he was reluctant to leave his own heir.

The Rockefeller family is very precious.

"Yes, one of my grandsons. He voluntarily participated in this experiment and was willing to sacrifice his life for the family. I admire his courage very much."

Morgan's eyes were also filled with fire, and he shouted in a low voice:

"Jeffet!"

The stroller stopped in front of everyone, and the child raised his head, with eyes that were extremely mature that was incompatible with his age. He spoke slurred words and said in a milky voice:

"grandfather!"

Just this simple sentence made Morgan and Rockefeller seem to hear something from nature.

The two old men, who were almost eighty years old, clenched their fists excitedly.

But Morgan was Morgan after all. He suppressed his restless emotions and asked calmly:

"Do you remember when you were a kid and you wanted an Arabian horse foal?"

"Of course I remember." A mature smile appeared on the baby's face: "The horse had a crescent on its butt and kicked me hard."

Morgan nodded, the fire in his eyes getting more intense:

"What about Nancy?"

“My tutor?

The pregnant one, grandpa, you told me that as a descendant of the Morgan family, you can live and drink, but you can't let the descendants of the Morgan family wander around. I didn't see her after that. I seemed to be 12 years old at that time, right? "

Morgan cautiously asked some more questions and finally felt relieved.

Not bad at all!

If it is grandpa or something that can be found, it may be controlled by the church, but many things are small things in daily life, and outsiders will never know unless they are themselves.

He held his breath, fearing that he would scare this cute little grandson: