Xia Ti carried anger in her chest.

Even if he's old, very old.

Time did not make him jealous and hateful, and his fierce personality became warm, but more precipitated his cognition of justice and evil. His eyes were still sharp, and the burning fire in his heart was even hotter than when he was younger.

At this time, Xia Ti was sitting under a gazebo, looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, drinking tea alone in a dull manner.

New Zealand teas originate from the UK and like to add a variety of different things to flavor or add to the taste. The most common is the addition of milk and flowers and fruits. Although the locals will feel that this will soften the taste of the tea, Xia Ti is not used to drinking it, because he is a native of the Ming Dynasty.

Rather than adding milk, he prefers to taste the spice tea in Southeast Asia, at least it is all plant-soaked and has a unique flavor.

Xia Ti has been to many places.

I've seen a variety of customs and magnificent natural landscapes, but New Zealand is still different from other places, and there is always an urge to go on an adventure.

It's a pity - there are a lot of things that he needs to deal with, even if it is this little leisure time now, it is because of the riot that happened at the game site just now, he has an excuse to come out and relax.

The city's bazaars are drowning in colour and noise, the air is filled with strong smells, the arched canvas awnings adjacent to each other cover almost the entire street, and the sound of fierce bargaining, mixed with the pungent smell of spices and barbecued meat, can be heard everywhere.

Xia Ti completely ignored the self-selling boast of the vendors, he just stole half a day of leisure, and there were not many things that could interest him.

"It wasn't like that here a few decades ago."

"The second time I came, a lot has changed here." In the middle of the crowd came an old man with a white beard.

He sat straight on the other side of the Shati pavilion.

"You look easier than I do." Shati said, "Voldemort in Europe is creating terror, and you are still in the mood to lead the students to participate in the International Wizarding Potions Masters?" ”

"He's not going to make it." The old man said flatly, waving his wand and conjuring two cups of tea, "I know you're not used to English tea, try this." ”

"How?" Xia Ti picked up the tea and took a sip, the taste was no different from what he usually drank at school, it was very pure Longjing tea.

"You need help?"

"N-no." The old man said flatly, "Tom is doomed, it's only a matter of time, there are many things he doesn't understand about magic, for example, he doesn't know that there is magic more powerful than death." ”

"Death is a mirror." Xia Ti drank all the tea in the cup, "In the face of it, the reaction of the gentleman and the villain is completely different. ”

"That's true." The old man nodded approvingly.

And at that moment, horse-drawn carriages drove up the road ahead.

Amazingly, these are not real carriages, but bronze objects.

Bronze wheeled carriages, full of four fat darts with green rust.

This is a caravan from the Ming Dynasty.

In addition to magical materials, the things sold may also be silk, and their magical silks, as soft as clouds, tough like steel, and beautiful like the most brilliant sunset, are popular throughout the magical world.

"Sorry to interrupt the conversation between the two principals, but - I think you should focus a little bit on other places instead of drinking tea here!"

The bronze carriage carved with various moire patterns, dragons, phoenixes and other patterns walked down and looked at a woman in her sixties and seventies.

She was dressed in a well-dressed robe, and her face was full of seriousness.

There was even a hint of accusation in the gaze that met Xia Ti's eyes.

"Professor Zhang, I'll sit here for no more than five minutes." Xia Ti said. "You should at least let me finish a cup of tea."

After that, his cup, which had only tea leaves left, was suddenly filled with water again, steaming hot, as if it had just been boiled.

After seeing this scene, the old man on the side also smiled with empathy, and a wonderful friendship was established between him and Xia Ti.

In particular, there is a serious Professor Zhang next to him

"Well, how long are you going to drink?" That Professor Zhang was obviously a little impatient.

Although her words were full of honorifics, her tone did not smell a hint of respect.

There is even some hatred that iron is not steel in it.

"Okay—okay!" Xia Ti shook her head, then got up, "Canaries can't leave the cage for too long. ”

"By the way—" he suddenly seemed to realize something, "Dumbledore, we'll have to talk more about facilitating communication between the schools of witchcraft and wizardry." ”

Shati didn't know where to come up with such a nonsense, and then motioned for Dumbledore to go with him.

The old headmaster smiled and got up, nodding his head indispensably.

Then the two sides followed behind the carriage and walked slowly and leisurely towards the outside of the city.

Of course he wouldn't have boarded the carriage, because then he wouldn't be able to fish any longer.

It's a wizarding town, and it's very prosperous.

As a famous tourist destination, tens of thousands of wizards come from all over the world every year, not to mention that it is summer vacation at this time.

The wide streets leading to the walls were crowded with hundreds of people. The shriveled old men who looked like wise men sat under the porch and smoked their pipes leisurely, the fragrant smoke steaming like mist.

Along the way, there are a lot of costumes and badges from different magic schools and different countries.

Ilvermorny, Hogwarts, Durmstrand, Beauxbatons, the Wizardry, and many more.

There are also some schools of magic that are not recognized by the Federation, some of which are not even named by Chartyn or Dumbledore, and it is clear that these schools of magic have not been established very long ago - maybe only yesterday.

"Every year—" Shati shook her head, "they want to win the Potions Contest in one fell swoop, and then use it to officially establish a magic school—they think it's a business. ”

"It's time for the Federation to take charge." Dumbledore looked at these schools of magic and wizardry that had only been established yesterday, and perhaps they would be disbanded tomorrow. Because their team was eliminated.

"The federation won't care." Xia Ti shook his head, "To participate in the competition and report to the magic school, you need to pay a sum of gold gallons, and they hope that a hundred magic schools will pop up tomorrow." ”

He saw a wizard carrying a crude satchel on his shoulder, arguing with the peddlers and bargaining over the price. Then stuff a whole bunch of food, including bacon, oats, apples, bread, and cheese into the satchel.

Magic can't make food.

In the Muggle world, it was also a crime for wizards to use magic to steal, and it was a felony if they were seen by Muggles.

There are still wizards in this world who are still struggling to survive, and the money they earn may only support a family.

The two ancient wizards let out a sigh in succession.

The world is so cruel.

They want to change, but they don't know where to start, let alone how to start.

Maybe change – will only lead to tragedy in the end.

So they're willing to do nothing.

Just then, suddenly a moving armor appeared from the street.

Medieval armor, made from a single sheet of steel, was finely polished and shaped, and most of the armor in Hogwarts Castle was of this style.

The armor squeezed through the crowd and ran down the road making a 'lattice lattice' sound.

Apparently it has not been carefully maintained.

It ran all the way to the bronze carriage and threw itself into Professor Zhang's arms under the surprised gazes of Shatti and Dumbledore.

Assassinate?

The idea first popped into Xia Ti's mind, but it was only a moment before she threw it out of her mind.

These carriages are driving on this road, representing the dignity of a country, and to challenge them is to be the enemy of the entire Ming magic world, even the most evil dark wizards, and now Voldemort, who is stirring up trouble in England, also needs to be weighed, not to mention others.

A moment later, Professor Zhang walked over with the armor.

Only then did the two old wizards see that there was still a person in the armor, and it was not magic-driven armor activity.

"Please, sir." A woman's voice came from within the armor.

She raised her hand tremblingly, and there were a few dirty silver sicos on the old medieval chain gloves.

"Take me out of here, anywhere."

The woman said.

She recognized the carriages—they came from a powerful magical nation, a goal she had set four years earlier, but she didn't have a chance to escape then, and now—was her only chance.

"Huh?"

Faced with the strange request made by the woman, even the well-informed Xia Ti was surprised.

Unless the other party is hunted down, such a request will not be made.

After thinking about it in his heart, he looked up at Professor Zhang, "Let the caravan stop at Chenggen." ”

"Hmm." Professor Zhang nodded.

The bronze convoy exited the gates, a work of art built by ancient gypsy wizards, each stone cut and built with such precision that not even a drop of mortar was needed to build.

No one knows the original purpose of this wall, and the meaning of building a wall in the wizarding world cannot be said to be useless, it can only be said that it is really useless.

Even the descendants of the wall, the gypsy wizards, could only recognize the city as their work, but had no way of knowing what it was used for.

Professor Zhang helped the woman lean against a big tree outside the city.

Even in her armor, she could see that the woman was wrapped in bandages and had scabbed blood on her neck.

She reached out and tried to help the woman take off the armor on her body, but when she actually did it, she realized that the armor was not simple.

It is actually a shackle, a magical shackle, firmly binding the woman, and the complex surface of Ru Niwen is like a small snake.

"Hmph-" Xia Ti snorted lightly.

With a flick of his sleeve, a powerful spell struck the armor, instantly rendering it useless.

"It has a tracking function." "It seems that the person who imprisoned her will soon be chasing her." ”

"Indeed." Dumbledore's face was as dark as water, and he knew the meaning of the ancient rune on his armor at a glance, and naturally knew its function, but—why impose such a strong and heavy shackle on a woman?

The two stepped aside.

Professor Zhang helped her clean her body as much as he could.

A woman's body is a map of scars. Most of them were knife wounds, and they were all over the body.

She even saw some tooth marks, blood marks in the depths.

The professor helped her with the medicine and a new bandage, and the woman grunted in pain.

Her body was recovering, but only Merlin would know how much she had suffered here.

The scrubbed woman was leaning against the tree, she was very beautiful, she looked about twenty years old, with ear-length silver hair, her complexion was pale after not seeing the sun for a long time, and her eyes were translucent sky blue.

"Thank you—thank you." The woman kept saying thank you, and there was humility in her tone.

"Who are you?" Professor Zhang asked with a frown.

The "I" woman hesitated a little, she exhaled slowly, and the professor couldn't imagine how painful her wound was.

She sat up straight, but accidentally pulled at her own wound, and her face suddenly distorted, "I don't have a name." ”

"No name?"

"Don't be afraid of children." The professor tried to make her tone softer, but perhaps she was used to being serious, and at this time, she wanted to be gentle, but the tone was always weird, "You won't get any harm here." ”

"Maybe you don't know those two gentlemen. But one of them should have been named, and he was Professor Albus Dumbledore. ”

Dumbledore walked over, and he heard Professor Chang talking about himself.

"Dumbledore." The woman's brow furrowed, as if she was looking for something in her memory. "I think I've heard the name—but it's been too long for me to know what it means, ma'am."

"Don't you know Dumbledore?" Professor Zhang was surprised. As long as you are a wizard, you can't know Dumbledore.

"Professor Zhang." At this time, the old principal walked over with a smile, "I don't think I'm so famous that everyone knows about it. ”

He half-crouched beside the woman, and his old and slender hand was slightly reversed, and a cup of fragrant coffee appeared in his hand.

"I added three servings of sugar." Dumbledore said, "Taste it, it will relieve hunger." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman snatched the coffee from Dumbledore's hand with a quick snatch, and then drank it down.

The coffee was at just the right temperature, neither hot nor cold, and I think the principal had already thought about what might happen in the future.

"Why would anyone want your life?" Dumbledore asked.

The "I" woman struggled to adjust her sitting position, holding the teacup in both hands, greedily feeling the only remaining temperature.

"Rest assured, no one here will hurt you." Dumbledore said plainly, but there was an infinite amount of confidence in his tone.

Around him, it seems that everything does not have to be worried, even if the landslide and tsunami are just a small matter to solve with the snap of a finger.

A gentle atmosphere envelops the woman.

It made her mentally relaxed.

Then, the three people present saw the pain throbbing and rolling in her blue eyes.

"They wanted to eat me." The woman lowered her head and said with a trembling body.

Then, looking up again, "I don't have a name, but—neither does my mother."

Neither did the mother's mother.

But they collectively call us the goddess Diana. ”

(End of chapter)