Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Voldemort lazily moved so that the warm firelight could illuminate more of him.

"Dolores, my servant, your plan is very good. You secretly instigate the conflict between the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore and muddy the waters.

Just go ahead and do it. "

Umbridge sobbed exaggeratedly, crouched on the ground, and loudly spoke words of praise, with such a flattering look that even a few Death Eaters standing in the shadows couldn't help but secretly frown.

It's too exaggerated. This woman simply doesn't know what shame is.

No wonder she was able to climb up the ranks in the Ministry of Magic so quickly. It only took her a short period of time to find the most suitable way.

I don't know if it is because of his weakened strength. Voldemort in this weak state likes this exaggerated way to express his loyalty.

As a result, Umbridge's status among the Death Eaters rose, and she quickly gained trust.

The two slits on Voldemort's face opened a little, revealing a hint of scarlet:

"Dolores, there's another thing."

"Master, after receiving your order, I immediately went to check it out personally -" The sobs immediately disappeared, and instead, a respectful report sounded.

Umbridge pointed out 'order, immediately, personally' intentionally or unintentionally, and then came the result:

"I dug up the bones in the cemetery. After detailed inspection and comparison, I found that they were the bones of a woman."

The scarlet color expanded a bit, and Voldemort opened his mouth and let out a hoarse laugh, full of joy:

"So, my loyal servant Barty Crouch Jr. has not left me?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Find him, Dolores."

"Your will -"

Umbridge knelt down again, her black cloak stretched tightly around her body.

Like a giant toad ready to spit out venom.

"Crackling"

The stove in the dormitory made the sound of wood burning, and bright flames licked the top of the stove. A particularly Chinese-style aluminum kettle was placed on the stove.

Wisps of white steam curled out from the curved spout.

Because the dormitory is underwater, Slytherin's furnace always comes up earlier than other houses.

Zhang Xiao raised his pillow, and the bright light from the lighting technique gave him the experience of reading under natural light.

The brand new pages carry the fragrance of ink, which is intoxicating.

Crabbe and Goyle were among the group who took off the badges. Zhang Xiao did not expect that these two thick-browed guys would betray Malfoy.

But considering that their fathers are considered loyal Death Eaters, it's not unusual to do this.

If the two of them didn't immediately turn against each other and reach the extreme pure-blood camp, it would be considered as if they were more in love with Brother Ma than gold, but Brother Ma had never seen them wearing badges since then.

His face was trembling with anger, and he had ignored the pair of sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks for several hours.

Zhang Xiao didn't care. The two of them, brainless and unhappy, joined the enemy camp. This was a double blessing.

Whose dark wizard can burn himself to death with a fire spell, Goyle?

Crabbe lowered his head, twirling the corners of his clothes with his chubby fingers, and looked pitifully at Brother Drag with his small eyes from time to time.

But remembering his father's instructions, he finally turned around with a sigh and climbed into his little bed.

Malfoy glanced at the two of them disdainfully, stretched out his head and whispered to Zhang Xiao in the bed next to him:

"Zhang, I saw Granger's class schedule at the Burrow during the summer vacation. She actually chose all the classes. How did she do this?"

Zhang Xiao glanced at him in surprise. Malfoy didn't know about the time turner?

But I just promised Professor McGonagall to keep it a secret, and now I just turned around and revealed it.

I had no choice but to pull the zipper on my mouth.

Malfoy sighed in disappointment, but did not continue to ask. This is also one of Malfoy's strengths.

She has a very good sense of propriety and knows when to ask and when not to ask.

Instead, he changed the topic:

"Zhang, this is Qingluan Society"

Zhang Xiao closed the book and glanced at the two beds opposite. Without speaking, he gently stretched out his finger and tapped.

A piece of white paper floated over, and after writing a line of words on it, the white paper quickly folded and turned into a paper airplane.

He flew up unsteadily and landed in Malfoy's hands.

Brother Ma opened the paper airplane in surprise and saw what was written inside:

"Seeing him building a tall building, watching him entertaining guests, watching his building collapse."

Malfoy thought for a moment and finally understood the meaning, and couldn't help laughing. That's how Chinese is.

The meaning expressed below those words is the essence of Chinese.

Brother La had no more doubts and said good night before getting into bed.

The green curtain of the four-poster bed fell down, completely covering the small bed.

Illumination is still illuminating this small space.

Zhang Xiao took out the box containing the time turner and tapped the lid with the knuckle of his index finger.

With a soft click, the box opened its lid.

The delicate hourglass and long thin metal chain inside were exposed.

There was also a handwritten card in a familiar font - written by Dumbledore.

"Zhang, you may find many wonderful uses during use, but there is one thing you must pay attention to.

Don't be fooled by illusions, don't think it can predict the future, and don't leave it too far from the place of use.

By the way, I recommend that the use time be controlled within 8 hours a day. "

So what is considered too far away from the place of use?

Dumbledore didn't write it, but Zhang Xiao understood what the principal meant.

It's not that I forgot it, but it's not necessary. Maybe you will know it naturally when you use it or when you reach a certain range.

Zhang Xiao put away the time converter, got into the soft quilt, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of throwing a light rope in the air.

It doesn't matter whether there is a rope or not, what matters is the sense of ceremony.

As the light slowly weakened, it finally darkened completely.

The next morning, when Zhang Xiao and Malfoy arrived at the restaurant, they found that everyone had gotten up very early.

It seemed that the little wizards were very excited about choosing a course for the first time, and were even willing to get up half an hour early.

Zhang Xiao sat in his fixed seat, and the hard-working elves had already arranged his exclusive tableware neatly.

Picking up the bowls and chopsticks and randomly taking some food, Zhang Xiao asked curiously:

"Draco, do you know where the Divination class is this morning?"

He was answered with silence. He turned his head in surprise, only to find Malfoy winking and making faces at the Gryffindor table.

From time to time, he made some gestures that seemed very rude and complicated.

Um? What are you doing?

At the long Gryffindor table, Ron and Harry were seen fighting back with more outrageous gestures and bared teeth.