Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Zhao Yuanxu?

Zhang Chengdao answered the phone, and soon his eyebrows were raised.

After hanging up the phone, he waved to Zhang Xiao:

"Son, let's go. Dad will take you to eat well!"

Zhang Xiao was peeling an orange. Before he even got the sour orange into his mouth, just feeling the hard-to-peel texture made him so sour that he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Hearing this, he immediately threw away the sour orange and said overjoyed:

"Really? Didn't you say you can't go to the city to eat?"

Zhang Chengdao changed his shoes and stamped his feet on the ground:

“But if you need help on the way, it’s okay to treat the victim to a meal!

Your Uncle Zhao is the one in charge. Let’s go and eat at the rich family! "

The two of them strapped on their armored horses again, determined their direction, and headed towards the nearest city.

Wangjiang in Anhui Province is a small county town that is not well-known in China. It is named "Wangjiang" because the area around the Pagoda River in the southeast was once the old route of the Yangtze River. Climbing Mount Boyu in the middle of the city can provide you with a panoramic view of the river's flow.

As the father and son approached the county town, they slowed down and got off their horses.

"Dad, how did Uncle Zhao know we were here?"

Zhang Xiao asked curiously.

"He asked about our itinerary, and said that someone reported a crime a few days ago, saying that he saw two figures, one tall and one short, running faster than a motorcycle.

The steep mountain road felt like walking on flat ground, and I thought I saw a ghost.

As soon as your Uncle Zhao figured it out, it was probably us, so he called to ask. "

Zhang Chengdao looked at the surrounding environment and suddenly sighed:

“It’s completely different than it was decades ago.”

The corners of Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched. The Taoist sect had such an outrageous sense of time that it could easily last decades.

"By the way, Dad, our Taoist sect cooperates with the higher-ups, right? What is the relationship? Are we equal or are we under jurisdiction?"

"Of course it's equality, otherwise why would there be a prohibition against extending the life of an official?"

equal? Zhang Xiao was surprised, his steps slowed down unconsciously, and he fell into thinking.

Since they are equal, how is this equality maintained?

Although my knowledge in this area is not very rich, my thinking may be very shallow.

But the basic sensitivity is still there.

The first prerequisite for maintaining equality is that both parties are equal.

There is no doubt that Dao Sect is very strong, but if Dao Sect can fully match the state machinery, it would look down on the entire huge country.

Just like the Magical Congress of America, they dare not even show their heads because in modern society, the power of the entire human race is increasing exponentially.

It is simply impossible to balance, as for the wizarding world to be fully open and perfectly integrated.

Just think about it, how is it possible?

If several powerful countries in the world discovered the wizarding world.

The greater possibility is to treat it with caution, evaluate the strength, look for weaknesses, and try to control it.

Rather than communicating in an equal dialogue manner.

It was precisely when Grindelwald saw the growing threat from ordinary people that he decided to lead the saints to conquer the world, because he himself was also afraid of the increasingly outrageous force of ordinary people.

Think of what my dad said that day.

So there must be something to maintain balance.

Is it [Heavenly Court]?

"Xiaoxiao, hurry up, let's go eat first!"

Zhang Chengdao's shout woke him up from his reverie, and he saw that his father had already run in front of a police car.

Oops! Yangtze River 750!

Zhang Xiao looked at the dull and square motorcycle as if it were an antique.

Standing next to the motorcycle was a middle-aged man who looked very honest. He stretched out his hands towards Zhang Chengdao:

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, hello, I am Director Zhao's subordinate, just call me Xiao Song.

I'm really sorry, the cars were all sent out, so I had to find a chariot to come over. "

This is not the era when cars became more common. Cars are very expensive nowadays. It would be good to have two cars in a bureau.

Zhang Chengdao waved his hand indifferently: "It's a small matter, take us to the bureau cafeteria now, just give me the information and so on."

Xiao Song didn't expect Zhang Chengdao, who seemed to have a great background, to be so easy to talk to. He was stunned for a moment before nodding happily:

"Okay, okay, is the cafeteria a little bit... Mr. Zhang, why don't we change it?"

Although I rarely come to Wangjiang, I know one or two good restaurants. "

Zhang Xiao had already sat directly in the sidecar, and Zhang Chengdao was even more skillful in riding the motorcycle. It looked like he was riding a lot.

Xiao Song had no choice but to shut his mouth and sit on the motorcycle honestly.

Yangtze River 750 roared and flew away with black smoke.

The town's stage has suddenly become filled with many strange legends recently.

Uncle Wang said that when he passed by the stage, he saw Leng Qianyu, a Chinese actress who had been missing for several months, singing on it.

The singing of Huangmei Opera is still so good.

As the most famous female actor in Shili Baxiang, Leng Qianyu's name is also well-known throughout Wangjiang. She has a good figure, good singing, and a good face, especially her watery eyes.

Shy and timid, she seems to be able to talk. I don’t know how many young people regard her as the person in their dreams.

Every time the troupe puts on a show, there are always huge crowds of people, old and young, all wanting to come and see Leng Qianyu.

It's just that it was night when Uncle Wang passed by the stage, and Leng Qianyu had been missing for more than three months. When she first disappeared, there was a big fuss.

Say anything.

Why run away with a wealthy man holding a mobile phone and driving a Santana?

The boss from Hong Kong fell in love with her, made her a mistress, and kept her in a bungalow.

There is also talk about returning overseas Chinese taking them abroad.

No matter what the legend is, it is Leng Qianyu who became the mistress of a rich man.

The men were dejected, shaking their heads and sighing whenever they talked about her, only regretting that they were not rich.

The women were in great spirits. When the conversation got irritating, they often spat, rubbed them hard with their soles, rolled up their sleeves, and scolded them for being shameless, vixen, and dissolute.

He had long since noticed that she was not a good person, and everyone else agreed. After scolding her, he wiped his mouth, showed a satisfied smile, and went home with a sense of superiority over Leng Qianyu in terms of his morality.

After a few months, fewer people remembered her.

Only those little kids with snotty noses often miss their beautiful sister, and will bring some biscuits, hard candies and the like for themselves to eat, thinking about her goodness.

It wasn't until Uncle Wang said he saw her on the stage that the memory that had just sunken came to the surface again.

But what Uncle Wang said was too scary.

In the middle of the night, Leng Qianyu, who had been missing for several months, was singing on the stage.

The villagers who heard about this couldn't help but tremble and laughed that the old man must have been alone for a long time and drank too much.

Uncle Wang thought about it. He drank half a kilogram of liquor at that time, which was quite a bit too much.

But despite this, everyone is still a little scared.

Within a few days, people began to die in the village.

Some people's faces changed.