Chinese students at Hogwarts.

In a magnificently decorated room, Voldemort was leaning on a soft armchair, and the fireplace not far away was gently burning with flames.

The pair of long, narrow, blood-red eyes that looked like two slits glowed with a strange color under the firelight.

Right in front of him, a magic projection was playing the first round of events.

Voldemort looked at the picture above casually and gently stroked Nagini's head.

Until Zhang Xiao stood in front of the fire dragon on the screen, with a fierce golden light rising from his body.

His eyes finally showed a hint of interest, as if he saw some prey.

When the thick electric spell knocked down the fire dragon, the remaining light lingered in Voldemort's eyes for a long time.

"Bella—" His cold voice echoed in the room.

"Master - you call me." Bellatrix stood up from a few chairs behind her and hurriedly walked to Voldemort's side, bending down.

Voldemort stroked Nagini: "In the church, was he the one who stopped you from killing other people?"

Bellatrix looked viciously at Zhang Xiao who was picking up the key from the dragon's neck on the screen:

"That's him, Master. He seems to know a strange spell. He also glows when he's in church, and he's very fast."

Several other Death Eaters who had been silent also recalled the scene of a golden light flashing back and forth in the church that day.

They never thought that as a noble wizard, they could be killed by cold weapons.

They did not dare to make loud noises, and could only murmur their approval in low voices.

The red light in Voldemort's eyes became more and more intense. He hated geniuses, and the little wizard in front of him was undoubtedly a genius.

"Master -" Bellatrix said cautiously: "We - should we kill him?"

kill him? Voldemort felt that all kinds of emotions were coming to his mind, making it difficult for him to think. He could only suppress the irritability in his heart, and his cold and stern voice was much louder:

"What did Umbridge and Barty say?"

Another hooded Death Eater came up and whispered:

"Master, Barty said that the plan is going very smoothly and there is nothing to do. He said that what we do now is to hide.

Umbridge——"

He paused:

"Umbridge said that the tenacity of many Muggle dignitaries is beyond imagination. They can almost get rid of the control of the Imperius Curse immediately. Some even pretend that they are under the Imperius Curse and in turn want to control her.

However, she has still found a few weak-willed people, and gradually figured out how Muggles do things.

Overall it went smoothly. "

Voldemort felt that all kinds of turbulent emotions were getting more and more intense. He only felt that the little wizard on the magic projection who was being wildly praised by the narrator was getting more and more dazzling.

He suddenly pulled out his wand, as if he wanted to use it to pierce the head of the little wizard in the projection. A spell similar to the one in the previous projection spurted out from the tip of the wand.

The violent airflow blew away everything around him, and the terrifying curse hit the wall hanging with the curtain. The violent explosion sent smoke and dust flying into the sky.

The Death Eaters looked at Voldemort who was becoming more and more moody and like a madman, but they did not dare to show any signs of it.

He could only lie on the ground and tremble like a quail.

After the destruction, Voldemort felt much better. He stood up, and Nagini followed him with a terrible hiss.

"Let's go, baby"

Voldemort murmured softly and looked back at the disappearing projection again.

How dare he have the same power as his usual magic spell, a fourth grader?

The sun shone a golden light through the window, shining on the white blackout curtain, with a hazy feeling, and fine dust was floating in the air.

It is a sense of historical vicissitudes, silently describing the ups and downs of thousands of years.

Zhang Xiao opened his eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling and the surrounding curtains.

What lingered on the tip of my nose was the 'smell of sun-baked bedding', and the spicy 'fragrance' of the potion that hit my brain.

Hogwarts Infirmary, my promised land

I am back again!

Zhang Xiao turned his head and glanced at the calendar on the table. As expected, two days had passed.

Except for some physical weakness caused by being too relaxed, in other aspects it can be said that it is good and scary.

A person who is full of energy seems to be able to do many incredible things with just one thought.

I jumped out of bed and did some chest expansion exercises. The bell hanging by the bedside started to ring on its own, but no sound was made.

When this magical bell is shaken, it causes the corresponding bell to ring in Madam Pomfrey's office.

After a while, Madam Pomfrey hurried over listening to the hem of her apron.

She frowned and gave herself a detailed examination, and finally showed a smile:

"Zhang, is recovering very well from Snape's medicine. Although I think he should put more energy into werewolf antidote and dragon pox and the like.

But his medicine was as effective as ever. "

Let Snape research wolfsbane potion? It would be better to just kill him. Zhang Xiao nodded, but suddenly remembered something:

"Madam Pomfrey, is Harry here?"

"There's someone lying on the bed next to you -" Madam Pomfrey pouted towards the bed next door. Zhang Xiao suddenly discovered that all the beds in the school infirmary had curtains drawn to indicate someone was occupied.

Is this... it's full?

Perhaps seeing Zhang Xiao's expression, Madam Pomfrey sighed helplessly:

"They are all warriors from various schools. Some of them are seriously injured. They will have to lie down until at least Christmas."

She knitted her eyebrows together and said in a very confused tone:

"I don't understand what these children are thinking. Isn't it good to live?

Why did they shout "Ula" and rush towards the fire dragon in a swarm? They seriously injured 4 people, and all of them triggered automatic protection items.

The poor dragon also had its wings and one claw broken, several of its teeth were lost, and it screamed terribly. "

Zhang Xiao opened his mouth, Mao Zi, it must be Mao Zi, and only Mao Zi can do such a thing.

"Other people - Wagadu's students are also very strange. He actually turned into an elephant and wanted to wrestle with the dragon!"

Madam Pomfrey was talking nonchalantly, as if she wanted to pour out all the dissatisfaction accumulated during this period.

In the end, she felt much better and pointed towards the next door:

"Go and have a look. His symptoms are similar to yours. He only needs to sleep for a few days."

Zhang Xiao nodded and went to visit Harry first. The savior was lying on the bed sleeping soundly.

Sure enough, it was exactly what he thought. Harry fell into a coma due to excessive consumption. Snape's potion could be said to be the perfect solution.

The water of life and death was originally used as a powerful anesthetic, and dark wizards liked it very much.