Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Obviously Zhang Xiao's behavior made him a little distracted. After briefly comforting the little wizard, he strode to Zhang Xiao's side.

There was a seriousness on his face that he had never seen before:

“Zhang, I should have told you not to try to master power you don’t deserve.

I remember Quirinus Quirrell as an outstanding Ravenclaw with a kind heart, but he touched something that he shouldn't have touched."

Dumbledore suddenly paused as he watched Zhang Xiao take out strange things from his magical bag.

Incense candles, paper money, paper figurines, suona copper plates, fruit plates and rice, dishes and wooden chopsticks, and even a bottle of Maotai wine.

Under Dumbledore's puzzled gaze, Zhang Xiao lit the incense candle with his wand, threw the paper money into the sky, raised his suona and blew it while shaking his head.

If it weren't for the fact that electronic products were not allowed in Hogwarts, he would have taken out his Walkman and played a sad song to Quirrell.

In fact, he doesn't know how to play the suona, it's just random.

The scene suddenly became strange. In an empty room, Dumbledore and four young wizards looked at Zhang Xiao with blank expressions. Harry Potter was still lying on the floor.

Zhang Xiao, on the other hand, was sweating profusely during his performance. These things were all scattered and scattered from his parents. When they set up a stall, they often took care of trivial matters, which did not involve the extraordinary, and were purely to satisfy the passing people. or family members.

Finally, he poured a glass of wine at the place where Quirrell was cremated, closed his eyes and said a few words about being a good person in the next life.

Feeling that the performance was almost over, Zhang Xiao put away his things and said to the confused eyes of a group of people:

"Chinese tradition is that the dead are the biggest and most precious. This is our country's respect for death and heaven, so according to our custom, we held a Chinese farewell party for him."

This was the first time for Dumbledore to see this uniquely Chinese ceremony. He felt an indescribable solemnity and solemnity in this ceremony.

If it were a complete ceremony, it would definitely be shocking, right?

He suddenly became very interested in this ritual, and his expression softened at the same time.

Dumbledore waved his sleeves and robe, and the ashes floated up and slowly dissipated into the air.

Zhang Xiao looked at it and shook his head. It was too cruel, even if it burned people to ashes! Even the ashes were raised!

Dumbledore returned his attention to the young wizards who were in urgent need of growth and education, and Madam Pomfrey was permanently absent.

Except for Harry who was immediately put on a stretcher and taken away, the other young wizards followed Professor Dumbledore obediently and reported to the infirmary.

And listening to him telling the stories he had already made up, about Quirrell and the Philosopher's Stone, the eyes of the little wizards sparkled, as if they had learned some shocking secret.

In fact, the deceiver was almost lame, except for Malfoy, who didn't believe a word of Dumbledore's words since he knew that all this was planned.

Zhang Xiaoze was wandering around and driving for a while. Now he was so curious that he wanted to find a quiet place to see what was written in the booklet.

After arriving at the school hospital and undergoing some examinations, Madam Pomfrey simply drove Zhang Xiao away: "You are in good health and can play Quidditch. Go back quickly!"

The chubby school nurse was impatient with anyone who was not a patient. Zhang Xiao saw her yelling at Dumbledore last time.

But this suited him exactly what he wanted, so he jogged all the way to the Room of Requirement when no one was around, and expertly walked back and forth three times in front of the empty wall with his eyes closed.

"I need a quiet place to read"

When he opened the door, what appeared in front of him was a very comfortable and warm study room with dark brown vertical bookcases placed by the window.

The floor is covered with exquisite carpets with complex patterns, and there are soft and comfortable armchairs and lounge chairs beside the fireplace.

The chandelier is filled with candles, but the light in this room is obviously not comparable to candles. The light here is comfortable and gentle, very suitable for reading.

Zhang Xiao looked at this room with a strange sense of familiarity, as if it was very similar to the decoration style of the bedroom he woke up last time.

I tried walking to the bookcase, but it turned out that just like last time, I couldn't take it out, but the owner generously lent it to me.

Zhang Xiao lifted up his academic robe, bowed, clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, and saluted toward the void from bottom to top:

"Although I don't know who you are, I didn't have time to say thank you last time."

After thanking the owner, Zhang Xiao walked to the fireplace, put on his dragon leather gloves, and took out the wooden box that was firmly stuck with talisman paper from the Qiankun bag.

After carefully opening the talisman paper, Zhang Xiao felt that it was still not safe, so he hung all the protective things at home on his body. Anyway, too much oil will not spoil the food.

After making protective preparations, he carefully uncovered the talisman and opened the wooden box. Because of time constraints, I had not looked at this hard-cover book carefully before.

As I guessed before, this hard-cover book is very thick. There is a cross printed on the black leather surface, and there is a small string of unknown characters underneath, which looks like Latin.

After scratching with chopsticks for a long time, Zhang Xiao finally determined one thing.

This seems to be a common exorcism scripture, the kind often held by priests in Muggle society. It is only used as a placebo for ordinary people, but in fact it is of no use at all.

And the places where there are written words are just some common prayer sentences, and the fear of vampires is revealed between the lines.

Could it be the prop used by Professor Quirrell for acting?

I threw the notebook back on the table dejectedly and leaned back in my chair, sulking. I had to act for a long time just for such a crappy thing!

After looking up at the exquisite candle chandelier for a while, Zhang Xiao suddenly straightened up, frowning, and stared at the hard-cover book on the table.

No, something's wrong!

Quirrell is a wizard, and a wizard who graduated from Ravenclaw. He originally made up the idea of ​​meeting a vampire to cover up Voldemort.

If it makes sense to carry a book of exorcism scriptures in order to strengthen one's personality, writing one or two prayers can barely explain it.

But I will never write so much on it!

Because Ravenclaw will never do useless work! This seemed to them a sign of stupidity.

The more Zhang Xiao thought about it, the weirder he felt. He simply took the notebook in his hand. Was it covered up by some magic?

Or is it a way that I didn't expect?

With a spirit of inquiry, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but smile after carefully checking the thick scriptures again. Sure enough, there was a secret!

Quirrell's little tricks were not hard to spot.

This scripture is very old. Sometimes two or three pages will stick together when turning the pages. This exorcism scripture is awkward and boring, and the characters are very small. It is estimated that few people except devout believers can insist on reading it. Two pages down.

The secret lies in the stuck paper. Use a knife to carefully cut open the stuck pages. There is a thin piece filled with words sandwiched between the two pages.

This piece looks like it is made of some kind of leather. It is very thin and full of toughness. It is also thin enough that it can be hidden between two pages of paper, instead of showing flaws at a glance.

Zhang Xiao took out the pieces of parchment and put them aside, and continued to search. When he finally confirmed that all the pieces of parchment had been found, several hours had passed.

After trying to request some food from the room, a jug of hot milk and pie suddenly appeared on the table, with the Hogwarts kitchen emblem on the silver tableware.

It seemed that it was taken directly from the kitchen, which made him more and more curious about the identity of the owner, but he wisely did not choose to explore this issue.

People have made it clear that they don’t want people to know, but you still go and investigate. Isn’t this a debt?

After filling his stomach, Zhang Xiao eagerly returned to the armchair. The order of these pieces of paper was marked with Arabic numerals in the upper right corner.

I picked up the one with serial number 1 with great interest and saw that it said:

"I am Quirinus Quirrell, and by the time you read this letter, I will be dead."

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