The Blood Curse at Hogwarts

A large number of surveillance cameras were installed throughout the castle and in designated outdoor areas. However, the professors were unable to clean up the mess when they saw this chaotic scene. As a result, the competition format of several consecutive simulation battles was changed again and again, in order to suppress the imagination bit by bit. Dear students, please stop making mistakes.

After traveling half of the north with Li Xiuhui, Chen Bin was finally able to calm down. Under the full supervision of his mother, he spent two weeks and finally successfully cast ten heart-clearing spells on himself.

On the night of farewell, Chen Bin asked in confusion: "Mom, why do you seem to have given up on magic?"

During this trip, Chen Bin discovered that she didn't use magic very much, but only regarded it as an auxiliary means.

There was no need for Li Xiuhui to hide anything from her son, and she admitted generously: "I have reached the limit of casting spells without emotions, and I cannot break the blood curse of Naama. Therefore, I try my best to convert the excess magic power into the capacity of the true energy, and do it all the time. Remind yourself that you are a martial artist and you shouldn’t place too much emphasis on magic.”

After a pause, she warned with a serious face: "We are martial arts cultivators. No matter how strong our magic is, it belongs to others. Only martial arts cultivators are the foundation for our invincibility. Don't just think about using magic to defeat powerful enemies. Remember the martial arts cultivators. Strength allows you to reach 100% of your potential.”

Chen Bin nodded in agreement.

If he had used pure magic to fight against Wolf in the bookstore, grass would have grown on his grave by now, but it was the martial artist's instant burst that saved his life.No wonder my mother would rather give up practicing magic and quickly improve her martial arts skills. Now she has become a fierce man on the level of Taiye.

After thinking about it, Chen Bin suddenly remembered something very important. "Mom, how can I release my mania?"

"Uh." Li Xiuhui was speechless for the first time, and then her face turned red. "Yes, we are in a peaceful age now, and we cannot vent our anger through killing like that ancestor."

"Isn't it okay to make sandbags?" Chen Bin asked suspiciously.

"What do you think?" The mother rolled her eyes at her son and said unnaturally: "But there is really another way. Is your little girlfriend 14 years old enough?"

"Mom, why are you asking this suddenly?" Chen Bin's face suddenly turned red, and he immediately thought of impure things.

"Asking knowingly." My mother was not used to talking about this kind of topic with her son, so her explanation became vague. "The ancestor mentioned in his notes that in addition to killing, talking to your husband, well, loving each other can also release negative emotions. Take this note, which records in detail the method of instilling magic power. If you follow this method, you can replace your little daughter. Friends purify blood and increase the holding capacity of magic power.”

Chen Bin took the note and understood what his mother said instantly.

However, as if she was afraid that her son would not understand, she added: "Remember, safety measures cannot be taken when instilling magic, so you have to plan those days. However, if something goes wrong, mom can help you Take care of the kids.”

Chen Bin was so embarrassed that his ears turned red. He hurriedly put away his notes, said that he had something urgent to do, and apparated away in a hurry.

"This child." Li Xiuhui looked at the direction in which her son disappeared and sighed helplessly: "It would be good to have a few babies quickly and give them to me to take care of, but it really seems a bit early at this age."

Chen Bin soon arrived in the woods outside the old house, but was stopped by two uncles, who told him that his grandfather wanted to see him for something.

'';: "Master, what do you want to do with me?"

When Chen Bin came to the garden, his whole body was trembling and his knees were lacking calcium.

д: "Why are there people looking for you? I just invite you to chat on their behalf."

The grandpa pretended to knock Chen Bin on the head, which frightened him so much that he almost knelt down, which made all the elders laugh.

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Chen Bin was crouching down with his head in his hands, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water: If you are willing to smash his great-grandson's head, just do it.

The Grand Master did not tease this living treasure, and directly gave the answer: "The Monk Management Bureau has been looking for you for nearly a month with representatives from the secular government affairs department."

After Chen Bin said it was okay, he immediately fled the garden quickly.Brother Xiao Ming received the notice early in the morning and waited at the door for Chen Bin to appear. Then several people apparated to the municipal government office in the provincial capital.

This is a traditional Chinese-style courtyard. The majestic building combines some modern office elements.

Chen Bin's eyes widened when he saw it, and he pulled brother Xiao Ming and asked in a low voice: "How could the monk community blatantly build a monks administration office in the central area of ​​Yangcheng?"

He burst into laughter upon hearing this. "Brother, this is a municipal government building in the secular world. It was built during the Republic of China, so of course it is in this style. The Yangcheng Office of the Monks Administration only occupies part of the space inside."

When Chen Bin followed him to the office, he saw employees wearing Hanfu openly despising colleagues who wore Qing Dynasty clothes and had Qing braids, and the "Qing Dynasty man" was obviously used to this kind of bullying.

When Chen Bin entered a small conference room and waited for the meeting, he couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Xiao Ming, we are all Chinese, why are people in plain clothes so unwelcome?" Youyou Book Alliance.uus.

"Isn't this obvious?" Brother Xiao Ming looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then told the current situation.

The Manchu Qing Dynasty destroyed Chinese civilization and caused the national power to be greatly abandoned by the Western Yi.Although the monk world is restricted by iron laws and cannot interfere with the secular world, it can kill the extraordinary forces that wipe out the Manchus.

After the Qing Dynasty was overthrown and the inheritance of Han attire was cut off in the secular world, those in the monastic world changed to the Qing Dynasty attire and were always discriminated against.

After the founding of New China, the leaders of the secular world could not bear to see the discrimination against Qingzhuang citizens by the monks, so the monks abolished the discrimination laws, but the monks did not change their minds.

Almost all of the monks who still retain their Qing attire are descendants of the Eight Banners who cannot stand the punishment of their elders.However, in the current monk community, most people also wear modern clothes, a small number wear Hanfu, and some wear ethnic minority clothes. No one has made irresponsible remarks about the clothes.

Moreover, although wearing Qing attire is looked down upon, there is no discriminatory policy. Those who should be admitted to the bureau will be civil servants, and those who should be traders will be traders. The bureau will treat all monks equally.

The two chatted for a while, and then a young man in a suit knocked on the door and came in. With a strong Chinese accent, he said: "Hello, Mr. Naama, I am Yi Ming Zang, the monk community specialist of the Ministry of Commerce."

Chen Bin shook hands with him, introduced himself a few words, and then added: "Mr. Zang, I am also Chinese. Please speak Chinese."

"Uh, ah, haha." Zang Yiming smiled awkwardly and asked the two of them to sit down. "Habits come naturally. My official position is as a member of the foreign trade negotiation team. This time, I asked a strong man to come here to discuss business matters with you. Please don't mind."

"You're not a monk," Chen Bin asked casually out of curiosity, but received an elbow from Xiao Ming. "Why hit me?"

"Mr. Chen, I don't mind." Zang Yiming had a good temper and replied with a smile: "I am not a monk, I am a person with a broken pulse."

Chen Bin finally understood why Brother Xiao Ming wanted to teach him a lesson.

The status of a person with a broken pulse is similar to that of a squib. It is very impolite to specifically ask about this status.Moreover, waste and waste pulse are homophones in Cantonese, so people with waste pulse in eastern Guangdong Province are particularly sensitive to this term.

The two said some kind words to warm up the situation, and finally got down to the business of smuggling banned equipment.

Since 1949, Western developed countries have established an informal international organization "Paris Coordinating Committee" that implements embargoes and trade restrictions, is not open to the outside world, and has no treaty, targeting the entire gc camp.

By 1952, Batumi, which was under the control of the United States, also established a committee against China, and the embargo on China was stricter than that of the Soviet Union and other countries.

It was not until 1972 that relations between the United States and China warmed up, and the embargo and economic blockade slowed down a little.However, until now, almost all the latest high-tech products have been prohibited from being sold to China, including the five-axis CNC machine tool that Zang Yiming planned to let Chen Bin smuggle this time.

Chen Bin majored in finance in his previous life. He probably remembered these economic embargo treaties, but he turned a blind eye to industrial equipment. He could only listen to what Zang Yiming said. CNC machine tools are the mother machine of industry. How much can China's industry and military industry be improved? A step and so on.

The reason why the Chinese government came to find Chen Bin was that he came from the British magic world.

The monk world has all kinds of means to transport five-axis CNC machine tools back to the country, and even evacuating the factory is a piece of cake. However, due to the restrictions of the iron law of the monks, the monk world is not allowed to do anything that can significantly improve the secular world.

Coincidentally, Chen Bin is an anomaly.

First of all, he is a pure Chinese citizen and has invested in a large number of industries in China, which shows his patriotism, so he was able to obtain a Chinese passport before the return of Hong Kong.

Secondly, I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Although Chen Bin registered his name in the family tree, he was not registered as a registered monk in the monastic world. Instead, he was a legal resident of the British magical community.

Therefore, the iron laws of the monk world do not apply to Chen Bin. Even if someone reports to the administration that Chen Bin transported equipment to the secular government, the Yamen has no corresponding laws to punish Chen Bin.

Moreover, the meeting was facilitated by the Authority.Their representative mentioned Chen Bin to the secular government, and "inadvertently" hinted that this boy was not under the control of the monks. As long as he adhered to local laws when "traveling" in China, the management administration could not stop people from the "foreign magic world". Passengers engage in “lawful” conduct.

This mission is indeed simple. It is just to pick up the goods from a designated location in the UK, and then send them to the high seas where someone will naturally receive them.Originally, Huaxia had negotiated all matters with this company, but the local Muggle management discovered the clues, so now they can only resort to supernatural power.

After hearing this, Chen Bin pondered for a long time, causing Zang Yiming to mistakenly think that he wanted to bargain.

"Mr. Chen, if you have any difficulties, you might as well say so."

Difficulty is just an elegant way of saying it. There are only two kinds of difficulties in the world: not knowing who to give money to, and not getting enough money.

Chen Bin saw him in a dilemma and instantly understood that he had misunderstood him. "Mr. Zang, I don't have any difficulties. I was thinking just now that it is not an option to continue like this, so I am thinking of a once and for all solution."

The commissioner was surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that the foreign-looking wizard had a better plan.