Although the Lucius couple considered whether to suspend Malfoy's studies and stay with them in China.

But Malfoy insisted on going to school.

After seeing that Zhang was still going to Hogwarts, the Lucius couple finally agreed.

In the past few days, Zhang Xiao originally wanted to take the Malfoy family around and take a little bit of the friendship of the landlord.

But Zhao Yuanxu didn't know how to talk to Lucius, so he took his wife to various places early the next morning to "inspect the market".

This also allowed Zhang Xiao to discover the biggest feature of the Malfoy family.

That's the workaround, the so-called Malfoy family belongs to the most extreme pure-blood family is fart.

It should be said that the Malfoys are able to switch back and forth between extreme and non-extreme at any time as needed.

On the surface, it looks like an ism, but when you peel it off, it's all business.

Draco wanted to go around with Zhang Xiao, but unfortunately, he fell ill the next day.

The reason is - the water and soil are not adapted.

"Zhang, so people here eat breakfast until noon?"

Malfoy looked at the people in the teahouse who were sitting around the round table, chatting leisurely and drinking tea with snacks.

Asked in some surprise.

Even in the UK, where the pace of life is relatively slow, Malfoy didn't know that breakfast would last so long.

He looked at the dim sum in front of him, all kinds of buns, pastries, fried dumplings, glutinous rice chicken and the like.

And the teapot next to it.

This life seems to be too comfortable.

Speaking of which, Zhang Xiao herself has never experienced this kind of life.

In his previous life, he hadn't been out of Suzhou Province much, so this time he took this opportunity to feel it together.

"No, it's often the same for those who are more idle."

Zhang Xiao picked up a piece of rice noodles and gently swept it in the dipping dish.

The entrance is elastic, fragrant, delicate and smooth.

Malfoy wanted to ask again, but seeing the sweetness of Zhang Xiao's food, he couldn't help but pick up a piece and stuff it into his mouth.

His illness was just right, and he was going to drink a little potion before eating and vomiting.

But the special old Chinese medicine doctor Zhao Yuanxu found was opposed.

It is pointed out that although the potion is good and fast, it has no effect on the body's loss of vitality.

If you want to consolidate your foundation, you still have to recuperate slowly.

So the poor brother drank Chinese medicine for several days.

and claimed that it was the most horrible potion he had ever drunk - only a little better than that of Crabbe and Goyle.

But I have to say that this old Chinese medicine doctor in the transcendent world is indeed powerful.

Malfoy's originally pale face now looked much more rosy.

Zhang Xiao poured a cup of tea, ate morning tea and paid attention to a sip of dim sum and a sip of tea, and suddenly remembered something.

"Draco, Slytherin may be unstable this year, you have to be careful, I'm likely to be busy this year.

If there's something wrong, tell me. ”

"Zhang, you also thought of it?

In fact, someone has already written to ask if I can quit the Qingluan Society. ”

At this point, Malfoy's face darkened, and he now had a feeling of extreme disgust for the Dark Lord.

Taking the Qingluan Society as a career and giving Slytherin a new glow has long been Malfoy's pursuit and ideal.

But two years of hard work have been faltering in an instant, even if the Dark Lord has not returned.

The influence of terror!

"Well, it's inevitable, the fear brought by the Dark Lord hasn't subsided in everyone's hearts.

But if he fell again, all fear would vanish. ”

Malfoy was silent for a moment, then said worriedly:

"But he's going to fall, he's so strong and so-so-hard."

"Draco, it will!"

The return journey was as plain as a glass of boiled water, without any waves.

Because Zhang Chengdao still had some things to do in China, after sending the two little ones to the cauldron bar, he hurriedly embarked on the return journey.

It was late at night.

The fatigue of the long journey made the two children only think about sleeping, and after hurriedly saying goodnight to each other, they went into their respective rooms.

Zhang Xiao's room was on the second floor, and he yawned and followed his boss Tom up a beautiful wooden staircase to a room with a brass sign at the door that said it was number ten.

Zhang Xiao, who was sleepy-eyed, didn't even have the energy to look at the facilities in the room, but felt very comfortable.

He had almost just slipped into the bed before he fell asleep on the pillow.

Early the next morning, it took Zhang Xiao a while to figure out where she was.

I looked around the room, which was different from the dark and dirty hotel lobby.

The room was very warm and cozy - a few shiny oak pieces of furniture, and the fire in the fireplace crackled.

The floor was bright and almost reflective, and the clean, soft bed on which I was lying.

So, if he has this ability, why doesn't Tom clean up the lobby properly?

Could it be that he wanted to maintain that mystery of the wizarding meeting place?

By the time he sat down in his seat, dealing with buttered slices of bread and milk.

Malfoy sat down in front of him with his hair tousled and yawning:

"Good morning."

Zhang Xiao swallowed a large mouthful of bread with difficulty with milk and shrugged her shoulders:

"Draco, I suggest you go get some more sleep, you look like you've been ravaged by a troll."

Poor Malfoy had just reversed the jet lag and was now coming back again.

Even Zhang Xiao felt very uncomfortable now, but the Golden Light Mantra of the Double Cultivation of Life was indeed very useful in regulating the body.

I just slept and adjusted it almost.

Malfoy hurriedly ate something, and then went back to his room to go back to sleep.

There are quite a few other guests dining in the lobby:

Funny little witches from the countryside come here to make purchases all day;

Some wizards are arguing about the latest article in Transfiguration Today;

Quirky and eccentric wizards, boisterous gnomes.

The most striking thing is that a man in the corner with a thick balaclava helmet who looks suspicious of a ghoul asks for a plate of raw liver.

After breakfast, Zhang Xiao went directly to the backyard, tapped the third brick from the left above the trash can with his wand, and then took a step back and looked at the archway that opened on the wall leading to Diagon Alley.

It was only then that he truly felt the impact of Azkaban's prison break on the wizarding world.

Diagon Alley's huge sign is plastered with wanted notices.

The twisted and hideous faces kept roaring silently at the passers-by.

Antonin Dolokhov

Bellatrix Lestrange

Hehe, they are all familiar faces, Zhang Xiao sneered in her heart, Diagon Alley was full of people, and everyone seemed to have a lot less smiles on their faces.

There seemed to be an air of worry and solemnity in the air.

Every once in a while, a wary wizard in a cloak and top hat looked around.

These are the guards sent by the Ministry of Magic.

But what's the use?

Zhang Xiao shook her head, just took a general stroll and returned to the hotel.

It's not fun to go shopping alone, but they'll be there tomorrow Harry.

The more people there are, the more lively they are.

Deep in the dense forests of Albania.

This is the legendary forbidden place of death, where a demon is said to hover.

As long as you go in, you will be possessed by the devil and die a miserable death.

In this quiet, death-like place.

But there were a lot of hooded figures.

They were in a circle, prostrate on the ground, humble as dogs.

An ugly monster wrapped in a black robe lay in a chair in front of them.

It looked like a curled up baby, hairless, with scales on its body, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded flesh.

The arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face—no living child had such a face—was a flattened snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

A black-robed figure prostrate on the ground moved forward and asked in fear:

"The host. Potions made from the blood of the owner's unicorn and Nagini Venom have limited effect.

can only let you have such a weak body"

It spoke, its voice sharp and thin, with a cold, piercing chill:

"Bella, my faithful servant, I am glad that the first thing you did when you left Azkaban was to look for my traces

Arise, my faithful servants

This is a reward for your loyalty. But don't worry, when I rule the wizarding world, I will give you a reward that other faithful servants cannot imagine. ”

The Death Eaters rose from the ground and gathered around Voldemort.

Bellatrix cried out in excitement:

"Master, I just want to follow in your footsteps, this is my greatest reward!"

"I know, of course I do." The monster's voice softened a little:

"I use that boy for my own reasons, I've already said it.

I wouldn't use anyone else but Harry Potter.

I've been waiting for thirteen years, and it wouldn't hurt to wait a few more months.

As for the tight protection that the boy was undergone. My servants, it is time for you to offer your loyalty."

The Death Eaters whispered to each other, trying to find a way to do what their master had commanded.

At this moment, a voice that sounded like pinching his throat trembled and said:

"Lord Master, I have some ideas."

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Kavin, Ka is very uncomfortable, the problem of connection, too painful

(End of chapter)