Yu Mengyu thought for a while: "Do you know zombies? ”

Harry shook his head blankly, "What's that?" A relative of the Yin Corps? ”

"It's not the same as the big place in the UK, China's territory is very large, and all kinds of special terrain are endless, so there is also feng shui in our wizarding world." Youmengyu's voice was flat: "But in the past, when ordinary people didn't know much about feng shui, they would bury the dead in places that were not suitable for burial, and the concentration of yin qi in these places would cause corpses, which is what we often call zombies." ”

"Sounds like... It is somewhat similar to the legend of the Yin Corpse and the Female Ghost. Harry blinked, "I've heard that these dark magic creatures are born out of resentment and the like. ”

"You're right." You Mengyu nodded: "In China's deep mountains and old forests, zombies are very common, and some old zombies are very terrifying, infinitely powerful and agile, which is also the reason why our Kunlun Hall requires students to practice martial arts, that thing has a high magic resistance, and the best way is to use a peach wood sword or rune paper to fight, but these are all close abilities, without a certain foundation, they will be killed by zombies when they go up..."

Harry was stunned, and then scratched the back of his head: "Then why don't we in England?" ”

Egger suddenly sneered: "Where the palm is bigger, you still talk about feng shui? Even if you are given a land of nine yin, you will have to have so much turbid qi to go in, and there are only so many people in the whole of Britain..."

Harry looked at Egg blankly, why didn't he understand?

"What Iger means is fine." You Mengyu nodded: "The birth of zombies must have a certain negative impact of human beings or nature, which can be understood as turbidity, or yin or other things, but if the total population and terrain requirements cannot be reached, that kind of strange existence cannot be gathered, and naturally zombies cannot be born, even in the world, the place with the most zombies is East Asia, and it is rare in other regions." ”

"In short, there are few people, there is little land, and zombies don't want to come," Egg muttered quietly.

Harry: "......"

……

At the start of the fourth year, it was not only the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that affected the students, but also Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Chairs are basically banned in the school's Transfiguration classes, and Professor McGonagall is a strong proponent of allowing students to be self-sufficient, and if you can't do it, then you might as well stand...

"You are entering an important period of magical education!" Professor McGonagall looked sternly at the students below.

"That's what she said last year," Ron muttered to Harry in a low voice.

"Yours. L. Exams are approaching..."

"But we won't be in the fifth grade until we do it." The iron-headed Vadian immediately retorted.

"Maybe so, Mr. Thomas... Trust me, though, we need to be well prepared! In this class, only Miss Granger and Miss Yu Mengyu from Kunlun Hall were able to turn the hedgehog into a satisfying needle pad by themselves. Thomas, I should remind you that your needle pad still shuddered with fear when someone approached it with a needle. ”

Hermione subconsciously wanted to raise her chin proudly, but then she held back and tried to put on a look that was nothing more than that.

"So Iger can't do that?" Dean suddenly felt that it was nothing if he couldn't do it.

"Yes, I'm sorry that Mr. Moriss's hedgehog got lost in his belly." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and gave Egg a hard look.

Dean: "......"

Egger: "......"

There was a burst of laughter below, and Egg figured that Professor McGonagall would never give him the animals he needed for Transfiguration again...

At first, Professor McGonagall privately provided Iger with some rabbits, salamanders, or something, but Iger was unfortunately told that he had accidentally raised them to death, or had been eaten by cats (Crookshan: Meow Meow?). ）。

Professor McGonagall was angry but also helpless, and could only teach a few simple lessons, but the students' hard work in practicing Transfiguration still needed support, not to mention that most of those small animals were bred and were not worth much.

Until one night when Professor McGonagall went to the kitchen for supper, she ran into elves who were skinning hedgehogs with cramps...

It's embarrassing...

She remembered the little elf named Sia, who was carrying a bloody hedgehog in his hand, and looked at her with respect: Professor McGonagall, do you want to eat with you? Master Egger would love to share it with others...

Go to Nima's sharing!

The older cat lady almost had insufficient blood supply to the brain at that time...

Of course, not all teachers are so reliable, such as Professor Trelawney.

She gave Harry and Ron high marks for their sprawling homework.

For example, Harry said that his most cherished existence would be harmed, or Ron wrote in his homework that he would drown...

This led Professor Trelawney to praise their homework loudly in the class, as well as their courage to face the facts that were about to happen.

Iger thought it was ridiculous...

It's not that Iger thinks Professor Trelawney is absurd, but he thinks the students' predictions are absurd.

Having been in the wizarding world for a long time, Iger has developed a good habit of never talking nonsense.

He had carefully observed, it was not that the students did not have a talent for prophecy, but that all wizards had a talent for prophecy, but they didn't notice it.

This also led to the fact that Egger never dared to set up some flags or any mess except for bragging.

Trelawney, on the other hand, probably belongs to the kind of prophet who can vaguely see some shadows, but unfortunately this prophet is very fond of finding a sense of existence for herself, which always makes people think that she is bragging.

Just as unreliable as the prophecy class is probably Professor Binns's History of Magic, and Iger always feels that the students and Professor Binns are not from the same world...

Okay, we are indeed not one world, one side is the dead, the other is the living.

However, during class, Egger felt more like dead people, and the students were more like dead people...

Then there was Snape, who openly hinted in class that he was going to poison one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked.

Poor Neville's face turned white with fright, and Harley hurried to reassure him that he didn't care.

Egg also enthusiastically stepped forward to comfort Neville, "Don't worry, Snape just wants to give Hallie a little aphrodisiac..."

Then Harley's face turned white with fright, and Neville's face looked much better in comparison, and Iger felt that it was all his own comfort.

Neville was comforted, but for a few days, Harry was too scared to eat.

Fortunately, one thing quickly diverted Harry's attention.

Before dinner that day, when the students came to the foyer, they found a crowd of people bustling around a large notice erected under the marble staircase, with a few large words at the top:

'The Final Four

Representatives from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Kunlun Hall will arrive at 6 p.m. on Friday, October 30. The afternoon session will end half an hour earlier --'

"Great!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, "That afternoon was Potions class. ”

"I don't care... Classes or something..."Egg muttered softly, just going to class, just looking at it.

Students are invited to bring their school bags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, greet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet. ’