Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The lightning-struck wooden wand was vibrating, the blood was boiling, and the golden light was shining.

The people around Zhang Xiao had already run away. Standing next to Zhang, he only felt the tingling pain on his exposed skin.

It was like invisible needles pricking me constantly.

Only Xiao Ma still stood there and asked tremblingly:

"Zhang Zhang. What's wrong with you?"

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the professors. The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared. He strode away from the little wizard, walked to Zhang Xiao, and gently put his hand on his shoulder. Go up and say in a low voice:

"Zhang, although I don't know why you want to kill the other party so strongly, even a barbarian knows not to attack the guests who come to his banquet.

When they stand here, it is a covenant that the five continents and all magic schools abide by - that is, safety is guaranteed. "

Dumbledore didn't say much because he thought Zhang should understand.

The wand disappeared again, the golden light gradually dissipated, and the tingling feeling like a ray of light on the back also disappeared.

Zhang Xiao nodded and let out a sigh of relief:

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, I understand."

Uncle Deng is right, in such a formal occasion, it is indeed forbidden to do anything.

Is there a chance? There are many. I didn't know there was an Onmyoji before, but now I know it, it's different.

Dumbledore came to the front again, and the people from the magic house had already lined up and bowed deeply to Dumbledore.

Just as their secular government is subservient to the United States, the Magic Office is very deferential to the British Ministry of Magic, which occupies a leading position in the wizarding world.

Otherwise, Greengrass and Fudge would not have believed the records of the Magic House so easily.

In their opinion, the magic house is as submissive as a son, so how could he lie to his father?

"Your Excellency Dumbledore, I am Ono Daofeng, the president of the Magic House, and I have long admired my name."

An old man, also wearing a golden robe, stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Dumbledore once again used the standard lines he had said 6 times:

"Welcome, welcome to everyone in the magic house."

Malfoy came back carefully and asked with lingering fear:

"Zhang, what happened to you just now?"

Zhang Xiao has fully recovered. He just suddenly saw the Onmyoji and was overcome with emotions caused by the excitement.

At this moment, I even had the time to listen to the people at the Magic House chatting with Dumbledore in native English.

"Well - I saw something I didn't want to see, and I was a little angry."

"Just angry?" Malfoy shook his head to express disbelief. He gestured: "Do you know how scary it is? It's like an ice cube. The surrounding area has dropped several degrees. It's very cold, and the coldness is not physical. Yes, from the heart.

look--"

Malfoy rolled up his sleeves and showed him the goosebumps that had not gone away:

"I feel like someone is pricking me with a needle when I'm around you."

The magic office over there had finished their greetings. They lined up neatly in two lines, followed the president step by step, and walked towards the auditorium.

Zhang Xiao's eyes were fixed on 'Akina Nakamori' at the front, Onmyoji. Since his father said that Onmyoji's orthodoxy has been destroyed, it will definitely be destroyed.

To destroy an orthodoxy is not simply to rush into the sect and finish the job. It is really impossible to let go of the method of cooperating with divination and calculation.

So the appearance of this Onmyoji is very strange.

Professor McGonagall looked at the time and asked in a low voice:

"Dumbledore, it's already eight o'clock. When will the last school come? The students are still hungry."

Indeed, at this point, the little wizard would have already had his meal and should be doing homework or resting in a soft chair by the fireplace.

At this moment, these little wizards were beginning to get irritable. They were rubbing their bellies, kicking the stone slabs under their feet, complaining about being cold and hungry.

Dumbledore glanced back at the formation of young wizards. Zhang was right, I'm afraid they really wouldn't be able to come.

"Come on, Minerva, let the students go to the Great Hall to prepare for the banquet."

Listening to the greetings of the prefects and professors, Zhang Xiao sighed softly, although he knew rationally that they would not be able to come.

But there is always a bit of unrealistic fantasy.

I glanced at the sky and saw that it was the east.

If you don’t want to come, don’t come. I’m enough alone!

Zhang Xiao shook his robe and prepared to follow the crowd to the auditorium.

"Doo-doo-doo-"

The Qiankun bag trembled slightly, Zhang Xiao took out his telescope, and as soon as he turned it on, he heard his father Zhang Chengdao's voice:

"Xiaoxiao, take a good look later, Daomen's appearance will be very handsome!"

Zhang Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, as if responding to something.

In the boundless night sky, the wind and clouds surged, and large tracts of clouds gathered in the sky, forming a continuous sheet that covered the sky and the moon.

This sudden vision stopped the little wizards heading to the auditorium.

"Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall showed a rare hint of nervousness because the movement was a bit too loud.

Even if it was magic, she had never seen the power that could instantly gather such a large cloud.

Dumbledore once created the fog that enveloped most of the city. In McGonagall's opinion, it was magic beyond imagination.

The clouds here are endless!

"They are coming -" A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, and his blue eyes looked at the sky:

"Minerva, the last mystery school - from the East. Well, I still don't know what the school is called."

The students at the magic institute also raised their heads in astonishment, and they communicated quickly in Japanese in a low voice:

"Is this celestial magic?"

"With such a huge power, I wonder if the world's greatest person, the wizard's flaming phoenix, Mr. Dumbledore, can do it?"

Among the clouds in the sky, a beam of light suddenly pierced the clouds, and then the clouds rolled and parted on both sides.

A majestic and huge palace is located in the clouds, with thousands of auspicious auras, the sky is filled with rays of light, and the faint figures appear in the clouds.

There is a golden dragon circling and flying on the left, and a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring on the right. It is like a fairy!

Zhang Xiao stared at this scene with his mouth wide open, the excitement and shock in his heart was indescribable - even though this hall looked very much like the Tianshi Mansion.

How did you do it? Such a method!

The little wizards couldn't understand what fairy energy was, but that didn't stop them from being intoxicated by this sight they had never seen before.

"Zhang, is this the Heavenly Palace?"

After all, it was Malfoy who had been studying Chinese for two and a half years. He pointed at the palace in the sky and murmured.

What was even more surprising than Malfoy was the magic house that also fell within the scope of Chinese culture.

"Heavenly Palace?" "Immortal?" "Such a gorgeous scene, immortal descended to earth?"

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Zhang Xiao finally understood what his father said he would be handsome.