Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Hong Kong, Kowloon.

There is a very unique area on this peninsula. It is only 6 acres in size, about 2.7 hectares, but due to historical issues and the treaty signed by the Qing Dynasty.

Legally speaking, this place still belongs to the East, so it has become a "world within a world".

But in fact, since the treaty was signed, this place has never had jurisdiction over the past hundred years because of its unique terrain and being surrounded by other places;

This is the Kowloon Walled City, a famous "Three No Matters" place. The village is filled with filth and evil and the environment is harsh.

However, with the increasing rise of China, it took a tough stance on the Hong Kong issue. During the negotiations, it was decided to demolish it first in 1993 and plan it as a big park.

The new exchange decided by Dao Sect is here.

Yaxley stood in the distance, looking at the dilapidated demolition construction site in the distance, and then at Kowloon, which was surrounded by high-rise buildings.

He couldn't help but sneer twice. As one of the Death Eaters who prefers to use his brain, Yaxley has been lurking in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic for a long time. He did some homework before coming here.

Although Muggles are the same creatures as livestock and dogs in the eyes of Death Eaters, British Muggles are also the dogs of British wizards.

Simply comparing Muggles, British Muggles' buildings are prosperous and tall, while Eastern Muggles' buildings are like a large, shabby construction site.

Muggles are all like this, and you can imagine what those Eastern wizards are like.

Yaxley smiled contemptuously. It seemed that the East was really weak as Mr. Greengrass had guessed!

My mission is very simple, that is, to destroy the exchange established by Dongfang here, and capture all the wizards who dare to violate the Ministry of Magic's ban to Azkaban. The deeper goal is to use force to open the door of Dongfang and force Dongfang to Trade with your own faction!

He looked back at the team of more than 30 batters he led. There were even a few outstanding staff members who could rival those Aurors.

With such a powerful force, sweeping the market here would probably be as easy a task as an outing.

Yaxley sighed, really hoping that his master could give him some difficult tasks so that he could show his abilities, so that his master could see his talents.

"Let's go and flatten them!"

Dennis took off the wrinkled and extraordinary hat. This hat that he once regarded as a treasure was just a hat in Dennis's heart, nothing more.

He would never forget the way he held his hat and begged the officials at the Ministry of Magic to return the seized materials to him.

I still remember the extremely cold attitude that the official from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement named Yaxley used to deal with me:

"These things may be extremely dangerous. The Ministry of Magic must consider the majority of wizards and protect their safety, so please come back."

Although he said please, how could Dennis not feel the sarcasm in his tone?

After pleading to no avail, Dennis could only turn around and leave dejectedly, and then heard Yaxley spitting on the ground in a low voice, but loud enough for him to hear:

"****! You actually wear the same hat as me, do you deserve to wear something extraordinary?"

Dennis didn't know how he walked out of the Ministry of Magic. He only remembered that he lowered his head and clutched the hat that he regarded as a treasure in his hand.

Are you worthy of dressing up?

Yaxley's words kept echoing in his heart, and Dennis suddenly understood that wearing a hat did not make him a so-called upper class person.

The hat is not important, what is important? How can one truly become an upper class person?

The vice president of the Potion Association has already given the answer. From a mixed-blood wizard, relying on his own potion talents, he has reached today step by step.

Today, he has become a guest of many high-ranking people.

Unfortunately, it was too late when Dennis understood this truth.

Just when he was so depressed that he wanted to flee the UK and go wandering, he heard the news about the opening of a new exchange in Xiangjiang.

This unidentified news was Dennis's only life-saving straw, and he clung to it tightly.

Even though the big man named Hagrid said there were some restrictions, Dennis didn't want to miss this opportunity.

When he finally arrived at the exchange in Xiangjiang, he felt like he had arrived in heaven!

There is no middleman making a difference. You can directly go to stores in the East to buy materials, although the Ministry of Magic stipulates that raw materials are contraband.

But the finished products made from raw materials were not. Dennis immediately understood the purpose of Dongfang setting up many separate laboratories at the exchange.

He mortgaged everything, purchased a batch of materials, and made some super vitality tonic potions, all from scratch.

It's just that this time I know what is the right way.

Dennis yawned, ended his memories, and filled the gradually cooling potion into a crystal bottle.

He resisted the urge to get a bottle to cheer himself up, pushed the door open and walked out, preparing to sell these things.

It was not very cold in Xiangjiang in January, but Dennis, who had been awake all night, couldn't help but shiver. He subconsciously wrapped his windbreaker tightly and stuck the wrinkled hat on his head.

Dennis was about to leave, but he froze on the spot as if he had seen a ghost. A gloomy-looking man not far away was the Yaxley who had mocked him, wasn't he?

What is he doing here?

Could it be that - Dennis trembled, and before he could make a move, he saw Yaxley waving his hand, and the crowd behind him immediately raised their wands, the light shone, and the spells disappeared into the air one by one.

It's forbidden to apparate!

This is the counterspell against Apparition!

Dennis's heart felt cold. He seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground. I'm going to Azkaban.

"Tsk tsk tsk - you want to monopolize the profits?"

Alex slowly strolled through the interior of this exchange. The style here is quite peculiar. The road is paved with huge bluestones, and the four corners of the buildings on the street have raised eaves or are about to fly.

It seems to have a very special charm in it.

The beaters he brought were rushing into the shops on both sides, catching all the people inside who wanted to escape.

Some people want to resist, but how can those garbage who can't even use the disarming spell be the elite opponents they brought?

Alex continued to walk forward slowly. Behind him were the wailing crowd and the vicious team of batterers, as well as broken buildings and burning fires.

"Does that idiot Fudge think that he really has the final say in the Ministry of Magic?" Yaxley said to himself, enjoying this feeling.

Enjoying the feeling of killing and taking away others, this is the right, this is what he desires most.

Yaxley looked back at these capable team members, who were crushing the 'criminals' with overwhelming force, and nodded with satisfaction:

"If the master knew that I had developed so many of his followers in the Ministry of Magic, how would he reward me?"