Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Time has arrived in December, and as Christmas approaches, the hearts of the little wizards become restless.

Zhang Xiao finally gave up on his previous crazy idea, and Professor Flitwick's advice played a key role.

Listen to people's advice and eat well. If ordinary little wizards pursue advanced magic in the first grade, they are eager for success.

So is what I am pursuing going against my will in another sense?

Step by step, things will come naturally. Zhang Xiao silently kept these eight words firmly in his heart. It is not only magic, but also Taoism.

Going to class every day, reading scriptures, and doing homework, I actually lived a leisurely life at Hogwarts.

Or go to the vegetable patch to see your own vegetables, and introduce the vegetable greenhouse to Hagrid. Hagrid didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

It was another rare good day. Zhang Xiao found a place outside the castle that was sheltered from the wind and could bask in the sun.

He took out the huanghuali lounge chair from the bag, and placed it on a small table and a complete set of purple sand tea sets.

Fill the teapot with clear water like a spring, and gently tap the lid with the wand. The water inside boils at an extremely fast speed.

Magic is so useful!

No wonder my father said that magic is about taking self-interest to the extreme. Compared with Taoism, in terms of life, magic is nothing to say!

I took a nice sip of the Pu'er my mother gave me. It comes from an unknown hill and it tastes pretty good.

Lying on the rocking chair with slightly squinted eyes, enjoying the warm winter sun.

Comfortable~~~

The feeling of being enveloped by the warm sunshine makes people drowsy.

That kind of relaxed and comfortable feeling made Malfoy envious.

I feel that Zhang Xiao's style seems to be more in line with the aristocracy in his mind. At first glance, I feel that it is not high-profile or gorgeous enough.

But upon closer inspection, there is an indescribable charm inside.

If Zhang Xiao knew about it, he would probably only lament Mu Qiang's mentality. Sure enough, it exists all over the world.

Just when he was about to fall into a trance, a strange feeling suddenly came over him.

A clear chirp came from the distant horizon, and the lingering sound was continuous and continuous, approaching from far to near at an extremely fast speed.

The sound was so penetrating that even the little wizard in the castle heard it.

"what sound?"

"I don't know, but it sounds good."

"It's like singing!"

"Is it a phoenix? I heard that the principal's phoenix can also sing!"

Zhang Xiao quickly stood up from the lounge chair, put up a pergola with his hands and looked into the distance.

Nothing could be seen in the blue sky.

After a while, Zhang Xiao found a small black shadow rushing towards him very quickly.

As the distance gets closer, the black shadow becomes clearer and clearer.

It's not big, it can even be said to be a little compact, one size smaller than Fox, just like what dad said.

It looks just like a bluebird, but the crown feathers on its head and the two long feathers shining in the sun indicate its identity.

Is this the senior Qingluan that dad was talking about?

Another slightly joyful cry sounded, and Qingluan's figure flashed and was already in front of him.

It stared at Zhang Xiao with its crystal eyes, tilted its head slightly, as if confirming something, then spread its wings gracefully and saluted Zhang Xiao.

Looking at it, Zhang Xiao inexplicably felt that a lady was slowly leaning forward.

Elegant, so elegant.

"Senior Qingluan?"

The blue bird nodded, and the crown feathers on its head trembled gently, like a golden step in its hair.

She stretched out one leg, holding a conch on her sharp claws?

Zhang Xiao took the conch in confusion. The bluebird flew to his shoulder and gently tapped his ear with its agate-like beak.

Are you asking me to put it on my ears?

Curious, I put the conch to my ear and heard the gentle sound of waves accompanied by the chirping of seagulls, followed by my father’s voice:

"Hello? Ahem, your mother and I took Senior Qingluan to Tahiti for a tour first and found a conch to leave you a message.

It's like this. Some time ago at Longhu Mountain, I gave Senior Qingluan some of your things, and she used her innate magical power to leave a mark on you.

When the time comes, Senior Qingluan will look for you directly based on the mark.

"

After putting down the conch, Zhang Xiao looked at the blue bird on his shoulder and said tentatively:

"Qingluan...senior?"

Qingluan looked at him intently.

"Calling me senior seems like calling me old. How about I call you Sister Bird?"

Qingluan tilted her head, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she let out a cheerful cry and rubbed Zhang Xiao's cheek with her little head.

He buried his head under his wings and searched for a while. When he poked his head out again, he already had a small red fruit in his mouth.

Is this for me to eat? Zhang Xiao carefully picked up the red fruit, which was about the size of a cherry.

Put it in your mouth, and when your teeth gently bite the outer skin, an indescribable and extremely sweet and refreshing burst of flavor bursts on the tip of your tongue.

???

What fruit is this? ? ? ?

Swallowing the fruit with great reluctance.

Is this the Qingluan good at foraging recorded in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas"? Is it such a hunter? ? ?

Zhang Xiao thought he would just find something edible.

It turned out that I would look for this kind of food!

No wonder my father and my grandpa, whom I have never met, asked me to take good care of senior Qingluan.

What child wouldn't be so happy to have such a little bird that can find delicious snacks?

Sister Bird is the child’s best friend! Best family ever!

From today on, this is his biological sister! Who dares to bully someone?

"Sister Bird~ Is there any more? How about one more?" Zhang Xiao called Sister Bird sincerely.

It was obviously just a bird, but Zhang Xiao always felt that he saw a gentle smile on Qingluan's face.

Qingluan stretched out his head again and rubbed his cheek, then stretched out a claw.

"Does this mean one a day?"

Cry~

"Sister Bird, let's talk about it. How about five a day? How about three in the morning and two in the afternoon?

Hey, hey, two! Two a day! ,

Sister Bird, don’t be so stingy! "

Qingqiao~ (Your father and your grandfather have both used this set!)

In the circular principal's room, Dumbledore was holding a book and looking at the pile of cockroaches with relish.

Enjoying this rare and pleasant afternoon.

On the golden stand next to him, Fox is lying in his nest and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Suddenly a clear chirp resounded throughout the castle.

Fox's head snapped up, his golden eyes sparkling.

Dumbledore put down the book with some surprise, listened for a while, and said slowly:

"This voice sounds a bit like a phoenix, but a bit different, Fu."

Dumbledore blinked. There was nothing on the stand, only a few sparks slowly falling from the sky.

Eh? Where is my bird? Where is the bird that was here just now, the one with the sparks?

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