Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Longhushan

Zhang Chengdao hurried towards the main hall. He was still confused. Just now, that boy Zhang Xiao contacted him again.

It’s actually a ginseng doll!

Not only the ginseng dolls, but also the exchange of speeches!

This fact strongly shocked Zhang Chengdao's three views. No, why should it be a century-old ginseng?

Even if your magic is unreasonable, you can't be so unreasonable, right?

As soon as he entered the hall, he couldn't wait to shout:

"father!"

The old Heavenly Master was wearing a white Taoist robe and came out from behind with his hands behind his back. The expression on his face was extremely disgusting:

"Why are you coming here to me if you don't sleep at night?"

"Dad, something big happened. Xiaoxiao sent two century-old ginseng from Changbai Mountain to their herbal medicine professor two years ago.

Unexpectedly, I was suddenly told today that this ginseng has become essence! Became a ginseng doll!

If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, Dad. "

Zhang Chengdao said nonchalantly:

"Do you think there is some dirty thing over there that is holding this ginseng, turning into a demon, and deceiving my son?"

The old Heavenly Master stared for a moment, and raised his long white eyebrows:

"Dirty thing? Who do you think Xiaoxiao is? Are you a vegetarian?"

After finishing speaking, he sat on the Grand Master's chair, his face was calm, his eyes were restrained, and he looked quietly at the night sky outside the gate.

The stars are so bright that even the Milky Way is faintly visible. The stars are densely packed, like diamonds inlaid on the curtain, shining in the night sky.

After a long time, he said calmly:

"Chengdao"

Zhang Chengdao simply sat down and said:

"Hey, Dad, I'm listening."

"There are some things that you cannot understand or know unless you become a heavenly master."

"I know."

"It's good to know. Go back. Don't worry too much. You have to trust Xiaoxiao."

Zhang Chengdao did not answer, but remained silent for a while before nodding:

"it is good."

He stood up and bowed respectfully, and then walked towards the outside of the hall. On the top of the mountain at night, the cold wind was like a knife, making Zhang Chengdao's Taoist robe make a "violent" sound.

Zhang Chengdao looked back at the main hall. His excellent eyesight allowed him to still see a thin figure sitting on a chair behind the main hall.

Like an old pine, with a strong sense of loneliness.

Suddenly, a sentence emerged, which I had seen in some ancient book.

"The Heavenly Master is a solitary person"

Is the Heavenly Master lonely? Bearing a heavy responsibility that others cannot understand?

Zhang Chengdao turned around and walked down the mountain step by step.

Zhang Xiao was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head. When he talked to his father on the phone, his shocked voice still seemed to be echoing in his ears.

Although I also thought it was weird that ginseng suddenly turned into a ginseng doll, my father seemed more surprised than me.

So why?

Did Professor Sprout look forward to the ginseng doll too much, which led to the explosion of idealistic power, and then the ginseng doll actually appeared?

I thought I could grow ginseng dolls, so I grew them.

But this is too outrageous.

Yes, the wizard's ability is indeed unreasonable. Zhang Xiao suddenly thought of Mr. Arthur's classic car.

This car has spawned something akin to a machine soul.

In Zhang Xiao's opinion, it was already an extremely incredible thing, but what happened now was even more outrageous.

Ginseng turns into a ginseng doll, which is equivalent to turning a classic car into a Transformer!

This is a leap in the level of life!

If magic could really achieve this level, it would almost be a true god.

But if it wasn't Professor Sprout, then what was it?

"We can feel it day and night, and about a month ago we saw a light."

"The light is very bright, just like the sun, golden and warm, just like your golden light!"

"A voice woke us up!"

"Yes, it was a female voice. What she said was unclear, in a foreign language!"

This sentence popped up in Zhang Xiao's mind again. This was what the ginseng doll saw when he woke up.

I originally thought that the female voice spoken by the ginseng doll was Sprout's voice, but after asking the professor, the professor said that he had been in the auditorium all day, watching the game with the little wizards.

So the reason why ginseng can turn into a doll has something to do with that light? Who is the foreign female voice?

Alas, it's a pity that I was sleeping that day, and Zhang Xiao looked a little annoyed. If I wasn't sleeping, I would definitely have found some clues.

However, Zhang Xiao carefully recalled what happened that day. Although the water of life and death was said to provide a dreamless, deep sleep, there did seem to be something different that day.

Just recalling it, there is a vague feeling of warmth.

Could it be that I actually felt it that day?

Pony's gentle snoring could be heard from the bed next to her, reminding her that the night was already deep.

Zhang Xiao waved his hand and extinguished the soft light inside the curtain. Since he can't understand it, he shouldn't think about it and go to sleep first!

"Dudley, how many did you kill this time?"

"That's awesome, Dudley!"

"Well done Dudley, cleansing this filthy residue!"

Dudley's face was still stained with splatters of blood. He greeted the others with a stiff smile, but the blood stains made him look a little more fierce.

Fortunately, there were not many people here. After everyone praised him, they quickly went about their own business.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that he didn't have to deal with interpersonal relationships.

After looking around, there happened to be a chopped tree stump nearby. Dudley didn't care and simply sat on it.

He opened the small suitcase he had brought with him. The pure cotton towel inside was stained with a little water, and he carefully wiped the blood on the long sword.

After wiping it clean, he took out another piece of deerskin, wiped it again, and finally used cotton gauze to stick a little sword oil on the sword body evenly.

These were obviously extremely boring tasks of maintaining the sword, but Dudley did it meticulously and enjoyed it a bit.

Only then will Dudley feel that there are no worries and there are not so many messy things.

Guessing that the time was almost up, he took out the cotton gauze and wiped it vigorously back and forth for about 2-3 quarters of an hour. When he felt that the blade was already warm, he stopped, observed it, and poured some from the leather bag to wipe the sword. Powder, continue polishing slowly and unhurriedly.

Ever since that bloody Christmas, Dudley had never thought that he would be involved in battles so frequently.

Over the past few months, I actually can't remember how many battles I participated in. Was it ten times, twenty times, or thirty times?

Fight vampires, fight werewolves, fight all that shit

Not bad, at least better than fighting humans.

Thinking of this, Dudley pursed his lips. He didn't dare to recall those scenes, even if he did nothing but act as a guard.