The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Unlike Harry who couldn't sleep all night, Mo Bai only found a letter on his bedside when he got up in the morning.

I glanced at it and recognized the badge on the letter as one from Hogwarts.

It should be a routine admission notice.

He didn't open it, because Hermione would definitely look at it anyway, and she would also tell him to prepare something like a housekeeper. He liked this feeling very much and was not prepared to destroy it actively.

It wasn't until Hermione took the permission form for the Grangers to sign during breakfast that Mo Bai knew that there was an extra outdoor activity for the third grade.

"My dear, if you don't mind, I can sign for you."

It was Mrs. Granger who spoke.

"Mom, Bai has a guardian."

Hermione tilted her head and looked at Mo Bai, "Professor Dumbledore should have finished signing for you."

Mo Bai shrugged, "I didn't open the letter. I don't know if there is a signed permission form in it. Professor McGonagall may not have even sent it to me."

"You are really lazy."

Hermione gave him a disgusted look, but her feet swayed under the stool.

She knew why the boy did this, and this feeling of being relied on made her very happy.

Mo Bai suddenly frowned and stood up, and Dobby in a butler's uniform also appeared beside him.

At that moment, he felt that the manor's formation was invaded by an external force. This external force felt like a phantom, and it actually broke through his formation and appeared at the gate of the manor.

Hermione was startled, "What's wrong?"

Mo Bai sensed it and suddenly sat down again, showing a surprised and slightly happy smile.

"It's okay, we have guests coming, Dobby, go pick them up."

"Ok."

Dobby responded and disappeared into the air with a snap.

The next second, Dobby and a figure appeared in the restaurant.

The person who came was wearing a windbreaker and an old Chinese tunic suit, with short frizzy hair and a pair of round reading glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. The strong smell of smoke made Mo Bai roll his eyes in disgust.

Hermione stood up in surprise, "Uncle Liang? Why are you here?"

Liang Chao chuckled, "I came to the UK on a business trip and stopped by to see my eldest nephew. By the way, your formation is pretty good, but there are some minor flaws."

Small flaws...hehe.

You must know that he set up this formation to prevent Dumbledore from showing up at his house, but the president of the Hong Kong Monk Association came in with a little effort.

He didn't believe that his strength was comparable to that of Dumbledore. Maybe the ascetics had better knowledge of battle tactics?

He looked at the breakfast on the table, "Are you having breakfast? There are even steamed buns and fried dough sticks."

Mo Bai raised his chin, "I made it, can you eat some?"

Uncle Liang chuckled, "Then I won't be polite."

Only then did the Grangers have time to interject. They looked at the unruly dress and obvious Chinese appearance of the man in front of them, "Bai, why don't you introduce me?"

"Oh, uncle and aunt, this is my father's best friend, Liang Chao."

"Uncle Liang, these are Hermione's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Granger."

Liang Chao stood up immediately, "Oh, it turns out..."

He paused for a long time and looked at Mo Bai, "How do you say in-laws in English?"

They were speaking in Chinese, and the three who didn't understand looked at Mo Bai.

Even with his fair-skinned face, this uncle made him clench his fists and cough lightly.

"Just call me by my last name."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger."

After shaking hands, Uncle Liang raised his eyebrows and winked at Mo Bai. "It's okay. I was worried that you would pick up these wizards' bad habits."

He discovered that the Grangers were both mortal.

After all, wizards rarely get close to ordinary people, let alone live together.

He spread his hands helplessly.

"Hey, technically I'm a wizard through and through."

"Okay, okay, I'm actually here to give you this this time."

Liang Fei performed some tricks, and a long and narrow wooden box floated out from the satchel on his waist and slowly landed on the table. This scene made the Grangers wonder.

"Happy birthday, nephew."

There was silence in the room for a moment. The Granger family looked at Liang Chao and then at Mo Bai.

Hermione's eyes widened, "Why didn't you tell me today was your birthday?"

Mo Bai blinked.

"Because I just found out..."

Liang Chao spread his hands and said, "I will never forget the day you were born. Zi Jin went crazy that day. He stuffed handfuls of candies with everyone he met in the association, even prisoners."

He smiled and shook his head, with nostalgia in his eyes, "This is the first time I've seen that guy smile so happily."

Hermione slapped her forehead, "So you and Harry don't have the same birthday?!"

"Harry? Are you talking about the legendary Harry Potter?"

Liang Chao suddenly looked interested.

"You know Harry Potter too?"

"Of course," he smacked his lips, "Even around the world, it's rare for a dark wizard leader to be killed by a baby. This is a rare pleasure."

Hermione laughed but held it back.

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

Is co-writing Voldemort a piece of fun for you?

The two of them couldn't help but imagine that Uncle Liang was holding Captain Liu's shoulders in the office with a mischievous look, "Hey, let me tell you, did you know that there is a dark wizard in England who attacked babies? It exploded hahahahahahahahaha.”

Then Captain Liu looked serious but couldn't help laughing.

The two shook their heads and focused on the gifts on the table.

Liang Chao looked at Mo Bai expectantly.

"open to take a look."

Mo Bai slowly opened the wooden box.

Zheng!

The sound of swords and zithers sounded in everyone's ears. Just listening to the sound gave the illusion that their eardrums had been cut. Mr. Weasley jumped up and covered his ears, looking at the box in horror.

Liang Chao's eyes lit up and he looked at Mo Bai happily.

Mo Bai looked at the thing in the wooden box dullly. It was a sheathed long sword. From the sword head and sword check, it could be seen that it should be a Han sword.

The scabbard is made of wood and is completely black. Various traces on it prove that this sword is not a handicraft shelved on the shelf.

It was obviously the first time he saw this sword, but he felt that he had a close connection with it.

He touched the blade of the sword and looked up at Liang Fei.

"This sword is..."

"You should have guessed that this sword belongs to Zijin."

Mo Bai looked down at the sword blade and remained silent.

Hermione held his arm with her little hand, "But didn't Uncle Zijin disappear? When he disappeared, he actually left his sword behind?!"

Uncle Liang shook his head, "When Zi Jin disappeared, this sword did disappear with him."

"But a month later, the sword suddenly fell from the sky and smashed into my office..."

"For Zijin, the sword has always been there..."

"So," Mo Bai said expressionlessly, "my father is dead?"

"No, this just means that he is not dead, and the Divine Sword has spirit. If Zijin dies, this [Qingyou] will also become mortal iron, but it has been spiritual for so many years, until it met you. A flash of inspiration.”

"It means that my father has been living somewhere. Either he was carefree and forgot that he had a son, or... his personal freedom was restricted."

Liang Chao nodded, "That's why I gave this sword to you. First, this sword should have been yours. Second, if you want to find the secret of your life experience, this sword should be very important."

Mo Bai held the sword hilt with one hand.

"I don't know how important it is, but it is indeed very heavy."

It can be said that there is no man with the blood of the Chinese nation who does not love swords. He really likes this sword.

However, when he tried to lift the long sword with one hand, he almost failed to pick it up the first time. The weight of the sheathed Han sword was beyond his imagination.

It was still difficult for him to pick up a long sword with both hands as he was not yet fully developed.

Waving with one hand is absolutely impossible.

"Besides, I don't know how to use it..."

Liang Chao laughed and said, "You wizards are really lacking in physical training. Even if your father doesn't use Taoism, he can kill a corpse demon by himself with swordsmanship alone."

He lifted up the bottom of the wooden box, and Mo Bai discovered that there was a cave inside the wooden box. He took out a thin booklet from inside.

"Although you are a bit older, it is not too late to start now. This is your father's cultivation experience and secret book. It has been kept by me. Now it has returned to its original owner."

Mo Bai flipped through the thin booklet, "That's it?"

Liang Chao chuckled, "This is the catalog."