"Hey, Philip, hurry up, the train is about to leave...... Oops......"

Seeing the fat woman's family walking through the wall, Zhang Long raised his feet and walked towards the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Long was naturally fine, but the kid bounced out directly and sat on the ground.

"Are you alright?"

Zhang Long turned around and found that it was a white child with red hair who was eleven or twelve years old, also pushing a suitcase, and there were no pets on the suitcase, but two swords that were not sharpened.

Swords!

It seems that this child should be the lucky one who was selected by the European branch of the Great China Martial Arts School to study at Hogwarts.

After Zhao Dashan crossed over, he continued to vigorously promote the internal strength of martial arts for nearly 20 years, which has had a certain impact on the plane of Harry Potter.

Especially three years ago, after successfully sending martial arts internal skills to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Under the strong promotion of Zhao Dashan, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has opened a small-scale winter enrollment on the basis of the existing autumn enrollment since last year.

The large-scale enrollment in the fall admits only wizards, while the small-scale enrollment in the winter admits not only wizards but also samurai at the same time.

Every winter, the European branch of the Great China Martial Arts School can choose to send 20 highly qualified 11 or 22-year-old children to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to practice martial arts under the personal guidance of the headmaster, Zhao Dashan.

It's not that you can't cultivate in the Muggle world, but because of the aura.

The wizarding world in which Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located has a much richer aura than the Muggle world.

In the cultivation of martial arts, laying the foundation is a very important link.

If a child can cultivate in a magical world with a strong aura, it is naturally better than in a Muggle world with a lack of aura.

However, there is not much consensus within Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the recruitment of Muggle students who can only do martial arts.

Some are against it, some are in favor of it.

Those who oppose it believe that the development of the internal strength of martial arts will threaten the status of magic, and those who support it believe that the cultivation of the internal functions of martial arts will qualitatively improve the combat effectiveness of wizards.

In the end, although the supporters overwhelmed the opposition, due to the obstruction of the opposition, the martial arts department of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry only recruited 20 warriors every year, far less than the 300 wizards.

Nowadays, there are more than 6,000 11 or 2-year-old students in the European branch of the Great China Martial Arts School, of which more than 200 are with excellent qualifications.

More than 200 people competed for 20 places, the competition was fierce, and it was not the lucky ones to stand out.

"I'm sorry, sir, please forgive my child's rudeness."

A middle-aged white woman ran over and picked up the white child who had fallen to the ground.

"Arthur, hurry up and apologize to this gentleman!"

The white woman slapped her reckless child and said.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to hit you."

The white kid named Arthur touched his head and said.

"It's okay, just pay attention in the future."

Zhang Long smiled, touched the child's head, turned around and continued to walk forward, smoothly passing through the wall.

Zhang Long's eyes darkened and then brightened, and then a crimson steam locomotive appeared in front of him.

The sign on the train reads: Hogwarts Express, 7:55.

Looking back, the place where the ticket gate was originally was now a wrought iron archway, on which was written: Nine and three-quarters of a station platform.

The platform was crowded with passengers, the smoke of the steam locomotive swirled over the chirping crowd, and cats of all colors walked through the feet of the people.

Amid the buzzing of the crowd and the cacophony of dragging heavy luggage, the owls also chirped piercingly, and the scene was noisy, which was a match for the lively scene on the Chinese Spring Festival homecoming train.

The first few carriages were already packed with students, some of whom were future wizards leaning out of the windows to talk to their families, others fighting in their seats.

Zhang Long got on the train, and there was a lot of commotion in the train aisle.

"Mom, I lost the toad again."

"Hey, you kid, don't hurry up and find it, in five minutes, the train will leave."

"Tyson, what the hell is in your box, open it and let us see it."

"Okay, you asked me to open it."

The boy named Tyson laughed and opened the box he was holding, revealing a long fluffy leg, which frightened the children around him and screamed and went straight back.

What a little brat!

Zhang Longwaner squeezed through the crowd and sat down in an empty compartment near the back of the car.

Before the buttocks were hot, the door of the cubicle was opened, and a red-haired child came in through the crack in the door, and the child didn't look closely, he took a look at the cubicle and got out, and then Zhang Long heard the boy's call.

"Hey, Philip, come here, there's a cubicle for people to sit in!"

With that, the red-haired boy opened the door to the cubicle again and walked in with his suitcase.

Zhang Long looked at it and was happy, the little guy who came in was not the red-haired kid Arthur who hit him.

Seeing Zhang Long, Arthur was also startled, he quickly stopped and waved his hand to greet Zhang Long, "Hi, sir, can my brother and I sit here?" ”

Following Arthur's line of sight, Zhang Long saw a red-haired child who looked exactly like him.

Yo, I didn't expect it to be a pair of twins.

"Of course."

Zhang Long smiled at the two children.

"Thank you, sir."

"Hey, Philip, come in, this gentleman has agreed for us to sit here."

Arthur put his suitcase on the luggage rack and greeted his brother, who was still standing outside the cubicle.

Compared with the enthusiasm and extroversion of his brother Arthur, Philip, as a younger brother, was a little shy, and after coming in, he said hello to Zhang Long, introduced himself, and sat down quietly.

After Arthur sat down, he took out a cloth and wiped the long knife in his hand that did not have a sharp edge, while a pair of blue-eyed beads looked at Zhang Long.

After a long time, he asked curiously: "Sir, you should be our senior, I don't know if you are a samurai or a wizard?" ”

Zhang Long smiled, and a probe took the knife in the other party's hand, shook it casually, shook out nine beautiful knife flowers, and said, "Do you say I'm a warrior or a wizard?" ”

"Wow, nine sword flowers!"

Arthur was amazed, and even Philip, who was sitting quietly on the side, showed a look of surprise, and asked for the first time: "Senior, you, are you a high-ranking white belt warrior?" ”

In the samurai ranks formulated by Zhao Dashan, although the white belt is not segmented, it is graded, and there are a total of nine levels, one to three are low-level, four to six are medium-level, and seven to nine are high-level.

"What a high-level warrior with a white belt, an inferior hybrid Muggle!"

Before Zhang Long could answer, a voice with mockery and disdain came.

Zhang Long frowned, and when he looked up, he saw that he was a young man wearing a dark green ** robe. (To be continued.) )