This is the first time Zhang Xiao has had a Christmas without any accidents.

As usual, the auditorium was filled with hundreds of jack-o-lanterns, a flock of fluttering bats and many flame-spitting orange streamers that floated lazily beneath the ceiling like water snakes in the water.

To everyone's delight, Dumbledore finally reappeared, sitting in his unique high-backed chair, smiling very happily, clearly in a good mood.

The food is very beautiful, and the Hufflepuff wizards will play.

The extra Chinese food seemed to open a new door for them, and the Hufflepuff wizards took advantage of the unique location (the dormitory was right next to the kitchen) and often went to the kitchen to beg the house-elves who wouldn't refuse.

Soon the Hogwarts table was rich, Italian, French, and Mexican, as if it were a food fair.

The Hufflepuff wizard's pursuit of 'eating' finally gave the banquet a bit of a banquet look.

Even if Zhang Xiao looks at it with the critical eyes of Chinese, today's banquet can be called really good.

Even Malfoy, who ate Duke Honey's candy to the point of bursting his stomach, asked for a second portion of every food.

The dinner ended with a cultural program provided by the ghosts of Hogwarts.

Ghosts emerge from walls and tables in a kind of procession; Nick, who was almost headless at Gryffindor House, managed to recreate the murder of his head, earning a lot of applause.

It's just that the little wizards of Hufflepuff with chicken legs in their hands fell into a wordless sadness again, because they remembered the fat friar again.

The grieving little badgers can only turn their grief into appetite, feasting on it, and even causing a small riot in the kitchen (come on, the food on this table is going to be gone!). ）

All in all, it was a pleasant weekend night, Zhang Xiao's mood was very wonderful, and even a few extreme pure-bloods dared to stare at him, but they didn't disturb this good mood.

If they don't tremble when they stare at themselves, they might be a little more courageous.

By the time he returned to the dormitory, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, Malfoy had been training outside all day today, it was said to be a new Quidditch tactic, and he was already tired, so he hurriedly said goodnight to Zhang Xiao and then got into the bed.

It was another quiet evening.

Zhang Xiao looked at the time turner in his hand, stuffed it into the Qiankun bag, combined work and rest, and the donkey of the production team still had time to rest.

Dueling Club - Abandoned Classroom.

“Stupefy！ (faints)"

A dark red, searing spell shot out from the tip of the wand, sending the target flying.

"Well done! Neville"

"Awesome - man, awesome!"

Neville lowered his new wand, which he had used from his father, Frank, and now that Frank was back to normal, the wand was back to its owner.

There was a look of surprise on his round face, and obviously some surprise, and he waved at his friends.

Cedric and Qiu and the others immediately surrounded him, congratulating him on his progress, and all in all, the atmosphere in the dueling club was quite good.

Ron slapped his face hard, his mouth opened wide, and he turned his face and asked incredulously:

"Is this Neville? Is this really Neville? ”

Harry was also clapping, "Neville, of course, Ron, didn't you hear Zhang?" Neville had always been sluggish in the past, because of the 'Mnemic Charm'.

He took a break from school to fix his physical problems, and now he's fine, completely well, so Neville won't be as sluggish as he is anymore. ”

Because it is too troublesome to explain the soul and the like, Zhang Xiao simply used the excuse of 'memory spell', which is convenient and fast, and can save a lot of saliva.

"I know, it's just this change - it took Neville a long time to learn the spell before, but he's only been practicing it for a few days now, and he's already able to release the stun spell well."

Ron's face was full of envy, and he suddenly asked:

"Is it possible, you say, that I'm - I mean, I was tampered with by the 'mnemic charm' or something as a child? Causing me to not be able to play to my original strength?

Really, I think it's very possible right now.

Because I can't remember a lot of scenes where Fred and George tease me, I must have been affected by the 'Mnemonic Charm'! ”

Hermione rolled her eyes and resisted the idea of complaining, and after two years, the sharp-tongued little witch had finally learned how to get along with her friends.

"Neville, that's great!" The little witch instead put her hands to her lips and cheered Neville loudly.

Zhang Xiao smiled very happily, in the past few days, Neville's performance can be said to have shocked all the professors, especially Snape.

After Neville had made two more very good potions in Potions class, Snape's face was as black as the bottom of a cauldron.

Originally, whenever he saw Neville, he would have an endless amount of sarcastic inspiration in his head, and if he changed it, he could use it on Potter.

But now Neville didn't give him a chance to be sarcastic.

Of course, the potions made by Neville could only be said to have just passed in his eyes, and there was great room for improvement in both the brewing technique and the final product.

But it is undeniable that Neville's completion is already very high among a group of young wizards, not to mention compared to Granger's standard textbook style, or Zhang Xiao's spiritual style, which are beyond the standard.

In terms of quality and technique alone, Neville is now similar to Malfoy.

How ironic is that?

Snape, who was holding his breath in his heart, could only grasp Harry and Ron and stare hard, and threw all the sarcasm originally prepared for Longbottom to Harry.

Compared with magic, Zhang Xiao was more curious about what Neville learned in Wudang, each sect in the Dao Sect has its own characteristics and expertise, such as the Dragon and Tiger Mountain is talisman and golden light spell.

I found Neville before and wanted to have a 'meeting with martial arts', but Neville told him that all he learned was defensive kung fu, and only his senior brother Gu Ying taught him a few swordsmanship, and he could only be regarded as a beginner, and it was difficult to do it.

Zhang Xiao was suddenly quite disappointed, thinking about it, whether it is kung fu or moves, it requires hard work, and he has been practicing diligently for two and a half years, according to his father's words.

Even if Neville practiced every day, it would only be two months now, and two months, it was still Tai Chi, and he couldn't practice anything.

Fortunately, Wudang did not completely release this named disciple, similar to himself, and Neville also received remote guidance from Wudang.

I heard that it is a small magic tool that can help correct posture by recording tricks.

Although she was curious, Zhang Xiao never thought of taking a look.

The law is not passed on lightly, this is a thing of Wudang, what is it to take it yourself?

Everyone finally ended their congratulations to Neville and threw themselves into training again, but Zhang Xiao suddenly had a question:

"By the way, Neville, do you need to exercise?"

Exercising? Everyone who had just left immediately raised their heads with interest.

Zhang Xiao pushes people with himself, Longhu Mountain needs to boil up the body, there is no reason why Wudang does not need it, the practice in the east does not say that it is not self-cultivation, it is more about cultivating the body and the heart.

"Yes!" Neville nodded heavily, a hint of distress on his round face:

"But I don't know how to exercise, I have a special room for exercising in the mountains, and my senior brother will take me to practice."

Sure enough, Zhang Xiao nodded, hesitated, and still didn't tell the Bertechnic House's own gym, not reluctantly, but inconvenient.

He thought for a moment and said simply:

"Well, I'll go to the dean and apply to see if I can get another empty classroom, but there should be no problem, there are a lot of empty classrooms in our school.

Then set up a room for you to work out. ”

"Really? Wouldn't it be too much trouble? Neville was a little excited, and both the senior brother and the master told him not to be lazy when he came back, but to practice more, and the obedient Neville kept the words of the master and the senior brother in his heart.

But there is no place to exercise at the school, and Neville has been doing some exercises in the dormitory with his bare hands these days.

"It's not troublesome, it's just an empty classroom and equipment, it's easy to solve."

Harry, who was listening from the sidelines, suddenly asked curiously:

"Exercise? Zhang, can you take me one? I want to work out too! ”

This sentence seems to ignite the fire that has been hidden in the hearts of the little wizards for a long time, and they all say that they want to participate if they exercise.

The scene of Zhang Xiao riding a dragon and fighting a basilisk last year has long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the little wizards, and the kind of bloody and fist-to-flesh battle has opened their eyes.

What's the point of throwing a spell from a distance?

Rush up directly and knock your opponent to the ground with your fists, how handsome!

Want to exercise? Well, if there are a lot of people, maybe they can encourage each other to supervise and hold on a little longer.

Anyway, it's a matter of finding a bigger classroom and buying more equipment.

Zhang Xiao pinched her chin, and an immature thought popped up in her heart:

Why don't you ask your dad if he has any basic kung fu that can be passed on?

Pengcheng, a hot construction site.

Lucius Malfoy, wearing a white hard hat and hands behind his back, watched the busy workers on the construction site.

Those seemingly indifferent eyes were full of surprise.

These Chinese Muggles. Don't need a break?

As Lucius, who also has a lot of wealth in ordinary society, he naturally has a lot of British Muggle employees.

But the working conditions of the two are completely different, and those things like afternoon tea that employees love are not needed here!

Even they are willing to work overtime!

"Mr. Lu, your phone number."

A young man walked up behind him and whispered, still holding a mobile phone in his hand.

This is the secretary he just recruited in China, and this is also Zhao Yuanxu's advice to him, in China to find Chinese.

Lucius naturally followed the good and adopted it one after another.

In this era, China is in dire need of foreign investment, and Lucius, who has an astonishing amount of foreign exchange, can only be described as wind and water with the help of Zhao Yuanxu.

By the way, Lucius gave himself the Chinese name Lucius.

He took his phone and put it to his ear.

After only a few words, Lucius's faint eyebrows raised:

Lucius, we've got word that Fudge idiot wants to move forward with the East-West Trade Act, and he wants to take this business under the Ministry of Magic!

Fudge! Ministry of Magic! This is a provocation! Does he know what he's doing? ”

Lucius listened quietly, he had only one thought in his mind at the moment.

Is Fudge crazy?

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Sorry, it's only this chapter today, the child made trouble from one o'clock in the night to six o'clock, I don't know why, it's just crying. I barely slept, plus Calvin, and had a headache

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