Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Astoria had a smile on her delicate face and watched the door slowly appear with her hands behind her back.

She waited for a while, looking around from time to time to see if anyone was approaching. When the door appeared, she eagerly opened it and walked in.

But he didn't realize that at the other end of the corridor, there were several small figures hiding there relying on magic.

The elves stared with bright eyes as big as tennis balls, not daring to breathe, but carefully remembering who was coming.

They are all excellent elves who finally stood out after many competitions. They know almost every student in the school and use accurate words when describing their appearance.

Unlike other elves who often use very abstract words to describe them.

In the response room, Ms. Mittens, who was holding up a Chinese self-study course out of boredom, put down the book, raised her head and felt it for a while, then picked up the book again.

That child has already arranged everything. He is very reliable in doing things. Just leave it to him.

As for Ms. Gloves, she remembered the batch of new games that Zhang Xiao had gotten. One game was said to be created with Eastern wizards as the protagonists.

This made Ms. Gloves very interested, but unfortunately she couldn't play anything if she couldn't understand Chinese. Fortunately, time meant nothing to Ms. Gloves.

It’s just learning a language.

For the sake of play, learn!

Astoria wandered through the massive warehouse, which seemed to house everything students had wanted to hide since the Room of Requirement.

The debris is accumulated like a hill. They are piled there layer upon layer, silently waiting for the day when their owner will take them back. It is also possible that the owner will never come back.

Even though she had been here once, Astoria was still deeply shocked by this place.

There was light from unknown sources in the warehouse. It was really strange. This place was obviously closed, Astoria thought as she walked in the narrow passage between the mountains of debris.

The light shone on her body through the gap, leaving a somewhat distorted shadow on the abandoned bookshelf nearby.

She walked slowly, and her shadow gradually lengthened. By the time Astoria passed by the bookshelf, she had grown taller and became a somewhat similar but completely different person.

Daphne Greengrass felt some tight clothes on her body and frowned uncomfortably, but when she thought of the bad taste of the polyjuice potion, this discomfort was nothing.

There was no need to pretend to be a well-behaved sister, or to show a smile full of 'love' to that idiot Potter.

Daphne, who was herself, had a weird smile on her face that was inappropriate for her age. Studying dark magic in depth before accepting formal Hogwarts courses undoubtedly distorted her spirit.

Daphne walked around the huge room humming a weird little tune.

Although she didn't find what she wanted last time, she still explored everything here. She was confident that she would be able to complete the task assigned to her by the Dark Lord.

The thought of Voldemort made Daphne's heart contaminated by dark magic become wild. As long as the Dark Lord rules the wizarding world, all those dirty mudbloods and despicable half-bloods will be cleaned out.

The noble purebloods are back in their rightful place!

It's not far away, as long as I can complete the great task assigned by the Dark Lord

Daphne became more and more excited and came to a place she had not visited before. Soon she was attracted by a specimen of a giant monster.

After sizing up the ugly specimen, she turned to the left and finally stopped in front of a large cabinet with a blistered surface that looked like acid had been poured on it.

Next to the cabinet was the broken bust of an ugly old wizard.

Following the instructions given to her by the Dark Lord, Daphne checked carefully. The troll's stuffed ugly old wizard bust and a rusty crown were on the shelf.

Well, the tiara is not there?

Daphne glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously. After so many years, there might be some changes.

Wig cover. Wicker box?

What about the wicker box?

Daphne suddenly panicked. No, according to the Dark Lord, there should be a wicker box here. Where is the wicker box?

One of his tasks is to retrieve this wicker box.

But now where is the wicker box?

Where's the box? Looking at the ground, there are obvious traces of a box.

Daphne's expression twisted.

Zhang Xiao couldn't help but shiver, resisting the urge to sneeze and playing with the tube in his hand.

This kind of pipe is very similar to the Muggle harpoon gun. The pipe is very long and engraved with exquisite patterns. It looks like the ancient runes I saw in school.

But it's different from the magic text I learned, and there's something indescribably awkward about it.

Zhang Xiao's learning in this class was average, mainly due to the issue of time. He also thought about whether these magic texts were as powerful as the novels he had read in his previous life.

But after studying it for a long time, we can only conclude that it is a kind of writing.

Now looking at the magic text-like things on the barrel of the gun made Zhang Xiao have some new guesses. Could it be that there are two kinds of magic text?

But now was not the time to think about that, so I put the thought aside.

Zhang Xiao picked up the arrows scattered on the ground. The arrows were very long, black and shimmering with a faint blue light. The weight he picked up was not light, but it was not heavy either. When two arrows were struck, they could make a crisp sound. .

My guess was correct, it was definitely some kind of metal creation, but I just didn’t know what kind of metal it was.

He assumed the posture of throwing a paper airplane, gathered his strength and threw it hard, and the arrow immediately cut through the sea water and flew out with a long trajectory.

He flew far away easily.

magic! Zhang Xiao looked at the other arrow in surprise. This arrow seemed to be able to eliminate the resistance of the water.

I tried to put the arrow in, and when I reached the bottom, I heard a soft 'click' and a small magic text on the tube lit up immediately.

After pulling the trigger, Zhang Xiao felt the pipe vibrate slightly, and the arrow flew out silently, sinking deeply into the wall just like what he had seen before.

It's amazing. Zhang Xiao looked at the tube in his hand over and over again. He didn't know what power source this thing used. The key was that it could be used normally after such a long time.

The quality is too good, right?

But none of that matters now.

It's all mine!

Zhang Xiao happily collected the things on the ground and put them into his pocket.

It seems like there are a lot of good things hidden in the ruins! What a waste those people had at that time. Why didn't they dig up such a huge treasure and rebuild half of it as a tourist attraction?

waste! A naked waste!

An immature idea has appeared in Zhang Xiao's mind - a relocation plan for the ruins, and he will put all the good things into the Qiankun bag and take them away!

He did what he said. He didn't even let go of the armor and shields left by the skeleton monsters. He just cleaned up the remaining things on the ground. He mainly focused on plucking feathers of a wild goose and being diligent and thrifty.