Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

In the first half, Zhang Xiao talked about his summer vacation plan-to travel throughout England in a Ferrari sports car.

Dumbledore wasn't sure what a Ferrari was, but he thought it might be a Muggle broomstick.

In the letter, Zhang Xiao also frankly said that he had used the confusion spell a little.

When buying a car and when documents are required.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. He did not think Zhang Xiao should use magic. In fact, he had never objected to the young wizard using magic.

Dumbledore was just opposed to Discord's use of magic, and had absolute confidence in Zhang's self-control.

Dumbledore was deeply pleased with Zhang Xiao's decision for the summer vacation. He walked around the scenery, chatted with the little witch and went for a ride. This is what a little wizard of this age should do.

The letter also included his chat with Hermione, such as the function of the wand and his advice to Hermione to practice wandless spellcasting.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up slightly. The regulations prohibiting the use of magic during the summer vacation have been in place for many years, but few young wizards can truly regard this ban as another practice opportunity.

"It would be a good idea to force yourself away from the wand and practice wandless spellcasting."

Dumbledore suddenly thought of his 'wonderful idea', but before he finished reading the letter, he continued to read it.

The content below gradually became serious, and Dumbledore's eyes lingered on a paragraph in the letter for a long time.

The wise old man from the East asked Zhang to participate in the Goblet of Fire?

It will take at least a day for the letter to arrive here. It seems that the old man in the East is more sure than himself that the Goblet of Fire will definitely be held?

Is it the fortune-telling in Eastern legends? Dumbledore has studied Chinese for so long and knows a lot about some traditional cultures.

As for whether Dongfang can participate, this should not be a question.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, pulled out a piece of parchment, and began to reply to Zhang Xiao.

"Zhang, I have received your letter. I am very happy that you can have the summer vacation you want."

“So on your journey, if you meet the right person, give it a try.

Albus Dumbledore. "

Zhang Xiao sat in the hotel restaurant and pulled out the napkin tucked into his collar. All in all, this breakfast looked high-class.

But the taste is quite inconsistent with Chinese taste.

He picked up the parchment again, not to mention that a conservative and backward society like wizards was a perfect match for the atmosphere of this hotel.

The quality of the parchment paper is very good. This is not the current industrial sulfuric acid paper, but real parchment paper.

Glowing faintly in the sunlight, the writing of the quill showed full colors on the parchment paper.

Dumbledore also communicated with him some recent events and acknowledged that the Goblet of Fire was about to take place.

These are not the key points, because I already knew it. The key point is the following paragraph.

"Zhang, the scale of the Goblet of Fire this time is unprecedented. You are right. With the development of Muggles, the wizarding world is increasingly exposed to risks.

I think you can also write little stories and if you meet the right person, like I said, give it a try.

It never hurts to try.”

Zhang Xiao rubbed his forehead with a complicated expression. He never expected that he would be the final implementer of Dumbledore's novel plan.

In a sense, I may be the most suitable person in the world to do this.

Not only the storyline, but I also know who to look for.

Dumbledore is really - really good at reading people!

After drinking the coffee in one gulp, Zhang Xiao stood up and asked for a map from the front desk.

If I remember correctly, Aunt Luo should be in Leeds or Edinburgh this time.

After looking at the map for a while, I measured the distance and converted it based on the scale. It was about three hundred kilometers.

It only takes about 4 hours, very fast, let’s go!

(Note: The following content is composed of Aunt Rowling’s own interviews and real experiences. There are artistic adaptations, but there is no exaggeration)

Rowling sat at a table at the end of the cafe, looking out the window sadly.

The leaden sky was covered with thick dark clouds, and the rain was pouring down. It was obviously summer, but when it fell on me, there was a chill that penetrated my heart.

Rowling felt that the scene in front of him was like his own situation, dark and gloomy, with no hope at all.

The clerk in front of the counter stood on tiptoe and looked in his direction. Rowling quickly lowered his head, writing and drawing on paper, pretending to be busy.

The cheapest coffee next to her was already cold, but she didn't dare to let the clerk come over, for fear that she would hear something embarrassing.

It's not like this has never happened before. She has been to many coffee shops in Edinburgh.

The reason why I chose this seat, which is the darkest and the darkest, is that only this kind of seat is less likely to be evicted.

If you are sitting near the window, if you don’t take your order, the smiling and professional clerks will come over and politely chase you away.

Rowling sighed and took a small sip of the cold coffee. She didn't dare to drink more.

My mother died of multiple sclerosis just two years ago.

She finally got over the pain and got married to her boyfriend, but she didn't expect that just one year later, the true nature of the "soul mate" she thought would be exposed.

Domestic violence and quarrels ensued. Even when their daughter Jessica was just 4 months old, her husband and her father actually threw them on the street and left.

Unemployed and impoverished, Rowling discovered that he was suffering from depression when he took his daughter back to the UK alone.

Ugh.

Jessica is only one year old, so what can she do? The relief she just applied for is only $15 a day.

Rowling turned her pen and stared blankly at the sky. The child was too young and she had to stay and take care of the child.

This has almost cut off the possibility of any normal work, and all that can be done is some freelance work.

Like writing?

Rowling suddenly remembered a trip he had taken, which was a trip from Manchester to London, probably at the end of August.

At King's Cross station, I saw a thin little boy with black hair and glasses, pushing a cart alone, with a snow-white owl on it.

The little boy's luggage was not packed properly and his black robe was exposed. Rowling even helped.

wizard?

She smiled and started writing and drawing on the paper.

Zhang Xiao stood on the street holding a black umbrella, looking around at the scene around him.

The UK in the 90s was the last glory of the corner shop. There were rows of small shops everywhere, meeting people's daily needs.

The rain hitting the black umbrella made a dull "tick-tock" sound. This was already the third neighborhood I had searched.

Zhang Xiao had never found it so difficult to find someone before.

The convenience of the Internet in later generations is fully reflected at this moment.