Exchange student at Hogwarts

Just as Lucius Malfoy walked away in panic, Harry also tiptoed out of Borgin's.

"Harry" Mr. Weasley hurried forward and grabbed him, as if Harry would disappear in the next second. "Molly is going crazy, please come with us quickly."

The three of them quickly walked out of Knockturn Alley and met Hermione and the others at the entrance of Gringotts.

Weasley and Harry had to go to their own vaults to withdraw money. Zhang Chen and Hermione exchanged Muggle currency for some gold coins directly at the front desk. The two groups agreed to meet at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in an hour.

Zhang Chen and Hermione ate strawberry peanut butter ice cream and strolled comfortably in Diagon Alley. Zhang Chen explained in detail what they had just experienced in Knockturn Alley.

"Harry confirmed that Malfoy was going to sell things. It seems that Voldemort's appearance last time set off an undercurrent in the wizarding world." Zhang Chen looked so pitiful that Hermione wanted to laugh.

"You are a second-year wizard, why do you think so much?"

"You don't understand. Heaven will send great responsibilities to this people. You have read so many books. Do you think it is the times that make heroes or heroes that make times? At this point in time, I am sent here as an exchange student. I am not here to play. "Yeah." Zhang Chen thought for a while and gave Hermione a hint. After all, it is better to be more proactive than to follow the trend when the situation comes.

"I will work harder and try to help you." Hermione's big eyes flashed, and she didn't know if she understood Zhang Chen's meaning.

An hour later, the troops gathered at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. They were surprised to find a large group of people crowding outside the store, all trying to get in. A large banner was unfurled upstairs: Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography, The Enchanted Me, is for sale today at 12:30 4:30 pm.

"We can meet him in person," Hermione exclaimed. "I mean, he wrote almost all the books on the list."

"Isn't it obvious that when a teacher comes to sell books, Li Yang, who is crazy about English in a few years, will learn from him?" Zhang Chen whispered a few words quietly to the side.

The crowd seemed to be mostly made up of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. A tired-looking wizard stood at the door and said, "Ladies, be quiet, don't crowd, and watch out for the books."

Harry and Ron slipped through the cracks. A queue stretched from the door to the back of the bookstore, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing books. They each grabbed two copies of Break with the Female Ghost. Zhang Chen and Hermione were licking ice cream and waiting for them to come out.

After a long time, they still hadn't come out. Just when Zhang Chen was about to go in to find them, Gilderoy Lockhart stood on the desk with Harry's shoulders and shouted loudly to the wizards present: "Ms. "Gentlemen," said Lockhart loudly, waving everyone for silence, "what an extraordinary moment this is, and I am taking advantage of this wonderful occasion to make a small announcement, which I have been suppressing for some time. .”

"When young Harry walked into Flourish and Blotts today, he just wanted to buy my autobiography. I was willing to give this book to him for free on the spot." There was another round of applause, "but he didn't know what happened," Lockhart continued, And shook Harry, causing his glasses to slide to the tip of his nose, "He will soon get something more valuable than his humble work "Magical Me". In fact, he and his classmates will get a real, I am a magician. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am extremely happy and proud to announce that this September, I will be becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The crowd applauded and cheered, and Harry found himself in possession of Gilderoy Lockhart's complete set, so heavy that he staggered a little when he walked.He managed to get out of the center of public attention, and to the wall, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.

"These are for you," Harry poured the book into the cauldron and told her vaguely, "I'll buy it myself."

"It's too high-profile, like a star." Zhang Chen curled his lips, "It doesn't look like he has real talents and practical skills. Is the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts really so evil?"

"Zhang, believe me, Gilderoy Lockhart is the most powerful white wizard in the world besides Dumbledore. It is really appropriate for him to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Mrs. Weasley laughed. She said, the admiration in her eyes almost overflowing.

Due to the incident at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, everyone was able to get together the supplies needed for the next semester after shopping very late. After agreeing on a time to get on the bus tomorrow, we divided into two groups and went home to rest.

Compared to the first time he took the train in a hurry, it was much easier for Zhang Chen this time. Most of his luggage was left at Hogwarts last semester without getting it back, and this time he came to London for convenience and convenience. On Hermione's date, he stayed directly in a five-star hotel not far from King's Cross Station. Here he had to praise Comrade Sun's generosity. The bank card given to Zhang Chen was not one hundred thousand, but one hundred. Ten thousand.

Early in the morning, Zhang Chen took the hotel's special car to pick up Hermione at her home, and went straight to King's Cross Station. When the two of them sat in the carriage, there were still two hours left before the time agreed upon with Harry and the others.

Hermione took out the new textbook she just bought yesterday and started reading it eagerly, while Zhang Chen lay down bored and caught up on his sleep.

"Wake up, Zhang"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Chen opened his sleepy eyes, shook his slightly groggy head, and looked at Hermione, who was getting angry, with a confused look on his face.

"Harry and Ron haven't arrived yet, the train is almost leaving." Just after he finished speaking, a sharp whistle sounded, and the express train bound for Hogwarts slowly left the platform.

"Xie Te, what are these two guys doing?" Zhang Chen opened the window, and a kite jumped out of the car. He searched around the platform, but didn't find them. He turned around and caught up with the train, then flew into the carriage.

"Don't worry, I didn't find anyone in another carriage. Even if I don't catch the train, there are still Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They will find a way."

"If you can't make it in time for school to start, even if you don't get expelled, you will get points deducted from Gryffindor. These two are really going too far. They get into trouble all day long." Hermione, a good student, has been grudged about the fact that each of them was deducted 50 points from the house last semester. pregnant.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore is closer to Harry than his own son. He will not fire Harry even if we fire him."

"What are you talking about? Don't sleep. You are staying anyway. Let me help you preview this semester's courses. You must know that your final exam score last year was not as high as Harry's. You can't be so unmotivated this year. "Hermione looked serious.

The arduous preparation time lasted until the train arrived. As second-year students, they could take a carriage and enter the castle directly without having to go through a boat to relive the process of the four founders discovering the entrance to the castle.

When they saw Harry and Ron again, it was already after the welcome dinner. Harry and Ron could only stand stupidly at the door because they didn't know the password to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione came back and caught him.

"What's going on with you two?" Hermione stared at her big eyes and asked the two troublemakers fiercely.

"We can't get into platform nine and three-quarters," Harry said aggrievedly. "It's obviously not time yet, but the wall can't be broken through. We can only drive Ron's flying car. come over."

"Wouldn't you use an owl to write to Professor McGonagall or Principal Dumbledore?" Hermione said angrily.

"Stop giving us lessons," Ron said impatiently. "Tell us the password."

"The password is honeyeater," Hermione said impatiently, "but that's not the problem."

But her words were interrupted, and the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open, and a burst of thunderous applause erupted from inside. It seemed that all the Gryffindor students were still asleep, and they were all crowded in the circular common room waiting for them. Many hands stretched out from the hole and pulled Harry and Ron in. Hermione had to crawl in by herself.

"That's great," Li Jordan shouted. "What a wonderful way to drive a flying car into the Whomping Willow. People will talk about it for years."

"I'm a little tired going upstairs," he said. The two squeezed toward the door at the other end of the room, where a spiral staircase led to their bedroom. "Good night," Harry called back to Hermione, who was as sullen as Percy.

After returning to the dormitory, Neville was the only one lying on the bed. From the look of him, it was obvious that he was overstuffed after eating too much dinner.

"Zhang went to the Room of Requirement again. It's just the first day of school. Is it necessary to work so hard?" Harry and Ron asked in unison after looking around for a week and realizing that there was someone missing in the dormitory.

"No, he went to find Professor Dumbledore after dinner," Neville replied with a groan. "But it wasn't a good look on Professor Dumbledore's face at the end of the dinner."

"Oh, no, I hope the trouble we got into didn't affect Zhang." Harry threw himself on the bed depressedly, looking at the top of the room with dull eyes, as if he was still recalling this unbearable incident. one day. Also suffering was Ron, who knew he had gotten his parents into big trouble.

In Dumbledore's office on the eighth floor, Zhang Chen and the principal were sitting in their usual seats.

"Principal, let me see Greenwald in Kunlun." Zhang Chen got straight to the point, pretending to be powerful.

"Oh," Dumbledore asked with a hint of coldness in the corners of his eyes, "He was the most famous dark wizard in the 1930s and 1940s, and his methods were unpredictable. What did you see him doing?"

The Qinglian Sword Code suddenly gave a slight warning in Zhang Chen's mind. Zhang Chen knew that Dumbledore was suspicious, "It's not the elders inside the door. They don't know anything. They can only talk on paper. I don't know where I got the information." Greenwald's active period overlapped greatly with World War II, so I had to let go of contact and find out if there was any connection between the two."

Dumbledore stared at Zhang Chen for almost a minute, then turned around and looked out from the floor-to-ceiling window of the principal's office. It was obvious that Zhang Chen's request posed a big problem for him. After more than ten minutes, Dumbledore turned around again and said softly in a hoarse voice: "As you wish, Mr. Zhang Chen, you are a great messenger. I underestimated you."

Looking at Dumbledore's suddenly haggard face, Zhang Chen silently gave a thumbs up. Whether it was Lao Deng's outstanding acting skills or his tenacious character, he was an excellent comment on the top powerhouse in the world.

"Then when will we go to see him?" A definite time is the guarantee of success. Zhang Chen does not believe in an empty promise without any restrictions.

"Tomorrow" Dumbledore said two words slowly with a warm smile on his lips, "I will ask for leave for you on the first day of class."

"It seems that some people have gone too far in recent years, and people over there have begun to notice." Dumbledore said with profound meaning.

"Thank you, principal. It's getting late, so I'll go back first." Zhang Chen pretended not to understand, stood up and walked slowly to the door, "I will report to you on the road tomorrow about my ideological progress during this summer vacation. Good night. go to bed early"

Not long after Zhang Chen left, the various portraits hanging in the principal's office began to quarrel.

"Let me just say, it was a disaster to have Grindelwald around at that time. A hundred of these dark wizards should have been killed." Amber Rose Swart, a Hogwarts headmaster in the late Tudor Dynasty, led Hogwarts Ci emerged from the chaotic aristocratic war and was obviously a decisive type.

"Then what's the difference between us who pick up the butcher's knife and those dark wizards?" Diris Derwent, a female principal who didn't look stern, sternly retorted.

"Your breakdown of black and white wizards is too dogmatic, Derwent." Phineas Nigellus Black, Sirius' great-great-grandfather and Harry's grandmother's grandfather, was also a hawk.

"Okay, okay, now that Greenwald has been found, what's the use of making noise here."

"Don't let Easterners know about Grindelwald and his evil thoughts, absolutely not"

"If you say no, you can't. Not long after the mysterious talents returned from the void, they proposed this condition. I think the Easterners came prepared this time. We need their help. They are sure that we cannot refuse their request."

. . . . . .

Dumbledore stood in front of the window without saying a word, as if he had not heard the quarrels and discussions of the previous principals at all. Dumbledore stayed quietly for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to fetch the coat and hat hanging on the hanger, and an apparition disappeared.

In Dorset County, in a small mountain valley far away from human habitation, Dumbledore knocked on the door of a lighted house in the village.

A thin old-fashioned British gentleman opened the door and laughed when he saw Dumbledore at the door and gave him a big hug.

"I knew you weren't asleep yet" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I'm writing the preface for the 100nd edition of my Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and you have to know that writing a book is not an easy task for an old man who is almost years old." Although Newt Scamander is better than Dumbledore Lido is more than ten years younger, but he already looks a bit senile. "Tina, Dumbledore is here, make two cups of tea."

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late." Dumbledore took off his hat and bowed slightly. "But there is something that I really need your permission for."

"Don't be so polite. You are always welcome here, Professor Dumbledore." Newt, who has a very easy-going personality, responded with a smile.

"I want to take someone to see Grindelwald. It was the two of us who captured him together. I think this must be done with your consent." Dumbledore said it tactfully, but Newt seemed to instantly Understand his difficulties.

"Why are you hesitant?"

"Because this person has too many secrets that I cannot find out. He can guard against my Legilimency, but I cannot take any coercive measures against him." Dumbledore seemed to be in a dilemma.

“Can’t or don’t want to”

"Neither able nor willing, he is a student at Hogwarts, the first exchange student from the East in thousands of years. He is very smart and grasped the key to the problem."

"You have to believe in yourself, and you have to believe in him. The wand chose his master, and Hogwarts chose his students. Even if he knew that it was Grindelwald who single-handedly directed the catastrophe that swept the world, he would not It will definitely lead to a confrontation between the east and the west." Newt immediately grasped the key point. "And this kind of thing cannot be hidden forever. There will be a day when it will be revealed again. You have done enough for him."

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, and his body sank deep into the stomach of the sofa. The shadow of the candlelight half covered his body, and the two of them fell into deep memories.