HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

Fan Ling walked out of the plum tree barrier with Wuyou in her arms with an expressionless face. Her eyes were dull and her movements were stiff and wooden, as if she had lost her soul.

Not long ago, the masters of each peak and their disciples had worked together to deal with the mutated monsters in the secret realm.

At this moment, as soon as they stepped out of the plum tree barrier, everyone immediately came to greet them.

Why was Fan Ling in the secret realm? Immortal Xuan Shang had just entered the secret realm in full view of everyone, so why hadn't he come out now?

Facing everyone's doubts, Fan Ling didn't even raise her head, but said weakly: "Let's go, we should leave this secret place. As for other matters, we can discuss it another day."

After saying that, she walked forward on her own holding Wuyou, leaving everyone with a worried look on their faces.

Everyone looked at her shaky appearance and wanted to step forward to help, but she held Wuyou tightly and refused to let go, as if Wuyou would disappear if they let go.

Originally everyone thought that she was too exhausted to hold on, and some people were even ready to persuade her to leave Wuyou to someone else to take care of.

But when they saw the spirit sword at her waist that was broken into two pieces, everyone was stunned.

Because this means that either she had experienced an extremely brutal battle, or she was about to die... As for the Immortal Master Xuan Shang, everyone probably guessed that he must be in great danger as well.

The three peak masters took out their respective tokens, stood in different positions, made hand gestures, muttered something, and streams of spiritual power flowed out from their bodies and were injected into the tokens.

The token began to flash, and finally three rays of light converged together to form a huge light array.

Everyone just felt a flash of light before their eyes, and then they were teleported to the outside world.

Fan Ling's clothes were covered with blood, some of which had dried and some was still flowing, looking very eye-catching.

She held Wuyou with difficulty, her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were slightly closed, and her breath was so weak that it seemed like it would dissipate at any time.

Wuyou had completely lost consciousness, his body covered in blood and scars.

Under the surprised gazes of the Ziyun Tianzong disciples, Fan Ling silently held Wuyou and slowly left Xiyuntai.

All the disciples looked at him in shock, feeling overwhelmed by this sudden scene.

When Pansy and Hermione saw Wuyou's look, they were so scared that they covered their mouths and started crying.

The other little wizards also felt as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly at that moment.

The entire Xiyuntai fell into silence, with only a gentle breeze blowing, bringing a hint of coolness.

Fan Ling's footsteps were heavy and slow, and every step seemed to require all her strength.

She hugged Wuyou tightly, but her eyes were looking towards the peach forest on Lingxiao Peak. Endless pain and sorrow appeared on her face. After closing her eyes to force back the tears, she continued to walk towards Lingxiao Peak.

With Fan Ling's departure, the atmosphere on Xiyun Terrace became solemn.

Everyone looked at each other, their hearts filled with questions and worries. They didn't know what was going on and could only whisper their shock to their fellow disciples.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the afterglow falls on the ground, casting long shadows.

Fan Ling's figure gradually moved away and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

The heads of each peak shook their heads and sighed, but since things had come to this point, they could only deal with the current issues first.

They began to deal with the follow-up matters of the secret realm trial, counting the performance of the disciples in the secret realm, giving corresponding rewards according to their performance, and checking the injuries of all the disciples who participated in the trial...

Early the next morning, Fan Ling's voice resounded throughout the Ziyun Tianzong.

At this moment, she was standing on the top of Lingxiao Mountain, overlooking the many disciples below.

Her eyes scanned everyone, as if she wanted to engrave her words deeply into their hearts.

"The sky is dark and the earth is yellow, the six qi are great, and the secret realm is a place where spiritual energy is mixed. A few hundred years ago, by chance, a monster was born and hid in a plum tree in the secret realm.

Other monsters in the secret realm underwent changes because of her. Immortal Xuanshang had met her when he was young, but the Immortal and his fellow disciples fought a desperate battle with the monsters.

The battle was extremely brutal, and Ziyun Tianzong lost many disciples overnight. However, they did not expect that the monster was still alive.

In order to prevent the sect disciples from experiencing his calamity again, the Immortal Venerable chose to perish together with the monster in the secret realm..."

Fan Ling sighed inwardly in her heart. Although this lie could deceive everyone, it could not cover up the truth. After all, she lost her brother and could never find her senior sister again.

But if she told the truth, it would not only damage the reputation of Baili Yichen and Ziyun Tianzong, but it would also likely cause an uproar.

For the Baili family, such a scandal would never be allowed to be exposed.

As for her feelings for Zhu Qing'an over the years, this might also be one of the reasons that prompted her to lie.

After all, for so many years, she has always regarded Zhu Qing'an as her own brother and has a deep affection for him.

The Changsun family's flying horse sedan is about to take the young wizards away from the entire Ziyun Tianzong's territory.

When they left the sect, the young wizards could hear Fan Ling's voice, but without Mu Bai's spirit puppet, they could not understand what she said at all.

Looking at the barrier that had been opened in the distance, Draco lifted the curtain and looked at the mountains in the distance, and asked worriedly: "Mr. Chris! How is Mavis now? Can I see her next year?"

Draco's question made the other young wizards cast anxious glances at Mu Bai in an instant.

Mu Bai shook his head slightly and said regretfully, “Mavis was seriously injured, and we don’t know if she can wake up.

Moreover, now that the sect leader has passed away, the next sect leader must be chosen from among his disciples.

I want to inherit the family business, so I have withdrawn from the candidate position. Mavis and her second brother are both candidates now.

So if she wakes up, she will most likely not go to Hogwarts again, but we welcome you to come to Ziyun Tianzong again."

The implication was obvious. This was the second time Draco clearly felt that there were things that Malfoy could not do.

Yesterday I saved her, today I met her...

After Pansy returned to Parkinson Manor, she became very taciturn. She locked herself in her room all day long, not seeing anyone, and just hid away alone, crying silently.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would always get up from the bed, walk to the bedside table, and stare at the ice rose quietly.

The ice rose still exudes a cold breath, but its petals are slowly melting day by day, and a lot of clear and transparent water has accumulated at the bottom of the originally empty glass bottle.

The water seemed to represent the sadness and pain in Pansy's heart, gathering together little by little, becoming more and more.

She wiped her tears, picked up her wand, cast a spell, and the ice rose stopped melting.

"As long as the rose doesn't melt, you won't die...right?"

Pansy stared at the ice rose blankly again and chattered on and on for the whole night.

Whenever she thought of the time when she played with Wuyou, those sweet memories made her heart ache, and now, this ice rose seemed to be her only solace.

On an ordinary morning, the bright sunshine shone through the window, but the sparkling rose had completely melted.

Pansy kept casting spells on it like crazy, but it was all in vain. She couldn't help crying.

Blaise rushed in at the sound of her voice, his face filled with worry and concern.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Blaise asked anxiously, quickly walking to Pansy and holding her hand tightly.

"The rose...the rose has melted..." Pansy said tremblingly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Mavis...will never come back..."

Bryce looked at her distressedly, stroked her hair gently, and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I will be here with you..."

He gently held Pansy in his arms and kept soothing her emotions.

Blaise had been living in Parkinson Manor since they came back, keeping Pansy company, he knew how much Pansy cared about Mavis as a friend, he had to be there for Pansy when she needed someone to talk to and be with.