Chinese students at Hogwarts

Is it an illusion? still.

Zhang Xiao actually felt fuzzy in his heart. If Ron really recited the spell wrong, he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

Bury this question in your heart. This is not the time to pursue this secret, just like the motto of Hogwarts:

"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon"

It is a warning to students not to attempt to control forces they do not yet understand.

Zhang Xiao felt that if it was true as he guessed, Dumbledore and even the top wizards in the wizarding world would not know about this.

The only reason they kept silent about it was because they needed to keep it secret.

"Guys, are you okay?"

Zhang Xiao turned his attention back and asked feebly.

Ron was helping Harry up from the ground when he heard Zhang Xiao's words and shouted:

"I'm lucky. Harry wasn't hurt either. Poor Neville hit the rock directly and passed out."

After saying that, he looked at Malfoy who was still in shock, hesitated for a moment and snorted:

"Malfoy, I can't believe that you can be brave sometimes."

Malfoy suddenly stopped trembling. He slowly got up from the ground, raised his head and said proudly:

"I am a noble 28th pureblood. Courage is deep in our blood! What do you know? Do Weasleys understand what nobility is?"

Ron was stunned and furious:

"Don't forget, I'm also a 28-year-old pureblood! Bah! Just lie down, you nuisance!"

Malfoy froze as if struck by lightning.

yes! This annoying red-haired man is also one of the pure-blood nobles, and seems to be a distant relative of him.

Is pure blood still noble?

Like an injured puppy, Malfoy turned his attention to Zhang Xiao, hoping to gain support from the sidelines.

Zhang Xiao looked up at the sky and whistled.

Today's weather. Today's night is really nice.

Dumbledore walked in the Forbidden Forest. Following his pace, even the faint whispers in the Forbidden Forest disappeared.

"Tom. I didn't expect you to be alive and come here. I thought you would continue to wander in the woods of Albania."

Under the shade of the tree in front of him, a hooded figure hiding himself in the shadows let out a hoarse and low laugh.

"Yes, yes, Dumbledore, are you here to laugh at me?

The powerful Dark Lord in the past could only be like a pitiful maggot, and could only rely on this kind of thing to survive. "

The figure in black robe raised a hand, which was stained with shiny silver-white blood. He slowly brought his fingers to his dry mouth, making a series of unpleasant sucking sounds.

Dumbledore had a chilling anger on his face and said coldly:

"Tom, you have failed once, if you don't understand what is the truly powerful force in this world.

No matter how many times you come, you will always be met with failure! "

The man in black robe opened his hands like a skeleton bathed in moonlight:

"Here it goes again, Dumbledore, is it still your old "love"?

It's sad. You obviously have great power, but you use chains to lock your hands and feet. Dumbledore, you can't take action.

Because of the ridiculous agreement between you and the centaur, it's ridiculous that you can't take the initiative. You can kill me again with just a move of your fingers, but you are willing to be chained by those chains called rules. "

The man in black robe backed up and buried his body in the shadow again, leaving only his wild laughter:

"Dumbledore, you can never kill me!

One day, the Dark Mark will shine in the sky again, and the entire wizarding world will remember what true fear is!

I will return eventually! "

Dumbledore really did what he said, watching the man in black robe go away, a trace of fatigue and determination suddenly appeared on his old face.

The old man slowly lowered his head and murmured in an inaudible voice:

"Tom...that's not necessarily the case."

Professor McGonagall began to hate the school's anti-Apparition spell for the second time. The old professor was already trembling with anger.

“Last time it was the flying lesson lawn, this time it’s the forbidden forest!

Next time! Will it be underground next time? "

When the huge dragon and tiger patterns began to shine in the sky, Professor McGonagall had an ominous premonition in her heart. She hurriedly summoned the professors and rushed towards the location of the incident.

At the same time, there was a feeling of powerlessness in my heart, that was the Forbidden Forest! It would take a while just to get there. When they arrived, would they see the little wizard lying on the floor?

The only comfort she had was that Dumbledore had promised him to ensure the little wizard's safety.

Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered the student who made her sad, Sirius Black.

Although a bit naughty, he has always been a good boy and is inseparable from James Potter, as well as Lupine and Peter.

How could you do something like that?

The reason why I think of Blake is because Mag vaguely remembers that he owned a motorcycle, which was very fast, even faster than the latest model of flying broomstick, maybe even faster!

Should I get one too? In case these little wizards are causing some trouble, but can't get over in time?

Professor McGonagall used these thoughts to disrupt her uneasiness. For some reason, she was very worried about the assurance given by Dumbledore, who had always been reliable.

She simply waved her magic wand:

"Here comes the broom!"

In her office, a well-maintained Comet 260 flew up with a "swish" sound, bursting through the door panel and flying towards Mag.

Professor McGonagall grabbed her broom and seemed to be the talented Gryffindor Chaser she had been in her youth.

Turn over neatly and get on the broom, lower your body and sprint! ! !

Snape looked at Professor McGonagall's back with a sullen face as he rode away on his broom. He opened his mouth and could only curse in a low voice, containing endless resentment (Note 1)

"Dumbledore! You old fool! You promised me!"

The furious Snape also summoned a broom and flew towards the Forbidden Forest.

In the Forbidden Forest, Fox tilted his head and stared at Zhang Xiao, seeming to be curious about something. At this moment, Dumbledore slowly walked back.

At this moment, his face no longer had the coldness before, replaced by a satisfied smile. He looked at the few little wizards staggering not far away, and said with a smile:

"Look, Fox, they are all good boys. They believe in their companions. You see, as long as everyone gathers their strength, they can defeat even monsters that are far more powerful than them."

Fox tilted the bird's head to one side, not wanting to pay attention to this bad old man who was just grabbing a bird and clawing it out.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore's next sentence was:

"Hagrid seems to be in trouble over there Fox, can you go and help him?"

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Note 1: Snape rode a broomstick. In the first film, Harry's broomstick was cursed by Quirrell. In the second Quidditch game, Snape was the referee.