About Zhang Xiao's vortex spray, this is a mystery, but as soon as they talked about this, the husband and wife smiled, thinking that the result should be very gratifying.

The holiday, which was already insufficient, soon came to an end, and it seemed that it was just a blink of an eye, and Zhang Xiao sat in the luxurious Rolls-Royce again.

Only this time the direction is school.

King's Cross Station is still as lively, and the security level here has dropped a bit compared to when the prison break first happened.

Zhang Xiao still remembers that when school first started, there were Aurors everywhere, and he maintained a very high level of vigilance.

But after a semester, the escaped Death Eaters seemed to have vanished, and the Ministry of Magic could not find a trace of them.

These Death Eaters were also unusual, and in the past few months, it seems that a case has been done, and they have hid their tracks very well.

Their actions also inevitably made the Ministry of Magic let its guard down, and Fudge was even optimistic that they would never commit any more crimes in England.

After all, under his own leadership, the British wizarding world was thriving, and the Death Eaters were intimidated by themselves and did not dare to do something illegal and criminal in Britain.

Fudge even drank too much at a banquet and brazenly declared, 'Under his prestige, the Death Eaters have fled England.' ’

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic confidently reduced the number of guards, after all, it is not easy to maintain such a large number of guards.

"The Ministry of Magic will definitely suffer for its arrogance."

Zhang Chengdao obviously saw it too, he sighed, he couldn't understand what the Ministry of Magic was thinking, if this kind of thing happened in China, it would be absolutely impossible for the pursuit and vigilance to relax until they were caught.

This kind of thing related to social security is not a fatigue at all, and the expenditure can be measured.

Zhang Xiao nodded, agreeing with Dad's words, the Ministry of Magic will definitely suffer, obviously these Death Eaters are holding back.

"Xiaoxiao, Dad and Mom will go back on January 1st, you must be careful in the West."

Li Qingshu bent down slightly, touched Zhang Xiao's head, and said softly.

"Well, you can go back with confidence, I'll be fine."

"Don't be careless, be careful in everything, I pushed a hexagram before, although your father's hexagram is not top-notch, but every time you open a hexagram, you will also get something."

Zhang Chengdao's face was serious, and he said in a low voice:

"But this time the sky is obscure, and I can't calculate anything, I asked a few senior brothers and sisters in Longhu Mountain who are good at counting, and they also gave me similar conclusions.

Your grandfather only said four words: catastrophe is coming—so be careful. ”

Zhang Xiao nodded solemnly again and agreed, in addition to the diary, the other collected Horcruxes: Ravenclaw's crown, Slytherin's pendant box, and Marvolo's ring have all been handed over to Dad.

As soon as news came from his side, he pulled out the spirit in it and destroyed it.

And Zhang Chengdao came forward and went back to ask those senior brothers and sisters to deduce the location of the remaining Horcruxes through these Horcruxes.

Zhang Xiao stood at the entrance of the platform of nine and three-quarters, glanced back at his parents behind him, turned around and walked into the platform.

The platform was as lively as ever, full of chirping crowds, and the little wizards pushed huge luggage carts and shouted 'give way, please give way', and struggled to navigate through the crowd.

The little wizards who had just finished Christmas were very excited, showing off the novelty gifts that had just arrived for a few days, or looking enviously at what was in the hands of others.

The piercing screams of the owls alert their owners to get out of the place, as each owl cage is surrounded by several cats of all colors.

"Zhang, how was the holiday?"

"It's the first time I've seen you come to the station during the Christmas holidays, Zhang."

"Do you like my gift? Zhang"

The little wizards, familiar and unfamiliar, greeted themselves loudly.

Zhang Xiao replied skillfully, nodding with a smile that meets 'social expectations', no way, it's so popular.

This is also the reason why he rarely stops at the platform, because there are so many people who greet him, and many times even the parents of the little wizard are happy to say hello to the legendary little wizard.

After all, as far as the hottest rumor is concerned, this little wizard is very much expected.

Straight to the last car of the train, which was almost their fixed position.

Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Malfoy had arrived, and were listening to Ron babble about Percy:

"Guys, you don't know, Percy has gone mad, and he's now asking Dad to treat himself like he did with his colleagues in the Ministry of Magic.

When Dad says he's at the Ministry of Magic like he is at home, Percy is furious and yells at Dad that this is the main reason why he hasn't been promoted.

As the director of the office, he should have a sense of majesty. ”

A few little wizards gasped, Hermione covered her mouth, and said sadly:

"Mr. Arthur and Aunt Molly must be very sad, right?"

Ron nodded heavily:

"Yes, Mom cried, and she told Percy not to do this, but Percy ignored it, and said that when he went to the Ministry of Magic, he would let Dad know how to get promoted quickly.

He had already written a letter to Mr. Barty Crouch, and to be honest, Fred and George had stolen it and read it, and everyone was disgusted. ”

Ron made a vomiting expression, his face wrinkled:

"I think that letter is similar to that one of Lockhart's avid fans—"

He saw Zhang Xiao pushing the door in, and began to repeat the story of 'Percy broke with his family'.

Zhang Xiao could only sigh deeply after hearing this, this is the helplessness of the actor, the most clever actor is that except for himself, everyone doesn't know that he is acting.

Snape was a veteran actor, and until the end Voldemort was not sure whether Snape had betrayed him.

The same goes for Percy.

"Woo————————!"

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express sounded, and the train swayed slowly.

Few things can occupy the head of a joyous little wizard for a long time.

'Percy's Bad Thing' soon disappeared from their conversation, and they had completely forgotten about it when the witch with the cart arrived.

All that's left is a variety of snacks and a look forward to the new semester.

Hogwarts quickly crossed mountains and rivers, crossed the high Tower Bridge, and made it to the castle of dreams.

At the beginning of the new semester, the little wizard in the third year has a completely different state, because from the beginning of this semester, the professors' mouths began to appear. L (Ordinary Wizard Level Exam).

Professor Trelawney became more and more insane, because of some accident, her little prophecy was wrong several times, which caused her to lose her status in the minds of the students, many of whom said that arithmetic divination was more interesting.

This made Trelawney furious, uh. But it's just anger.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class is still one of the students' favorite classes, although once a month Snape, the pesky old bat, comes to substitute for him and learns a whole bunch of werewolf-related stuff with his evil smile.

For example, 'Identifying Werewolves' (this class gave everyone a very bad rating on their homework - are you sure you really know how to identify a werewolf?) ）

For example, 'kill werewolves' (idiot, silver can only heal bites, not werewolves, where do you see silver weapons that can kill werewolves?) What? Muggles? ）

For example, 'How evil are werewolves' (that's werewolves, werewolves who are extremely hostile to wizards!) It's not your stupid dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy! ）

But as long as it was Professor Lupin's class, everyone would have been very happy, and the professor was so gentle that he laughed at Professor Snape's obvious troublemaking.

And also comforted the indignant little wizard: "Professor Snape—well, he helped me a lot, and although the course was not well chosen, he did teach you useful things, right?" ”

The little wizard thought about it, and had to admit that Professor Lupin's words were very reasonable, Professor Snape's class did learn a lot about werewolves, at least it seemed much more reliable than the professors of the previous two years.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class became more and more difficult, and the little wizard scribbled down a series of terms that he thought were inscrutable, and then looked at Hermione and Zhang Xiao with envy, who could understand what Professor McGonagall was talking about almost perfectly.

The perfect performance of the two also made the little wizard more and more desperate, if only these two performed well, it would be fine.

After all, two and a half years have passed, and everyone knows how terrible the new generation of Hogwarts gods is, but why can Neville be among the first few people to successfully transform!

Professor Flitwick also continues to be well received.

The diminutive professor seemed to have a new cloud, and now the cloud glowed, resembling a white cloud under the sun, trimmed with gold, and looked like a pure white marshmallow.

There are also young wizards who swear that they see Professor Flitwick's clouds turn into dark clouds, and even rain, in Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

The professor sits on a dark cloud that rains and waters the plants.

In this state of fulfillment and busyness, time flies.

Ministry of Magic, lavish minister's office.

Cornelius Fudge was sitting leisurely in his large chair, pouring a glass of redcurrant rum and looking smugly.

The wizarding world is calm and thriving, and this is all due to himself!

Fudge took a small sip of wine, felt the spicy wine tumble in his mouth, narrowed his eyes pleasantly, and sighed.

Most importantly, the purebloods kept their promise after enacting a ban on trade between East and West.

Really moved around, and sprinkled a lot of gold galleons.

As a result of their efforts, Dumbledore had lost his position as president of the International Federation of Wizards.

The hateful old madman seemed to have realized that he was no match for the Ministry, and instead of struggling, he gave up his position when the proposal was submitted.

The reason was that he was unable to perform the job as he grew older, so he resigned from the position.

"Hmph" Fudge sneered, his little eyes narrowed, as if he had seen through the fog, all under the pretext of saving face.

What is too old to do the job.

Obviously, he is very keen on power, and he has long coveted his ministerial position, and he often makes alarmist statements and concocts messages about the imminent return of some mysterious people.

I know what he wants to do, isn't it just that there is no place for him in the thriving wizarding world, and only when there is chaos and everyone panics, can he take the opportunity to seize power?

Fudge gave a wit smile.

But why have the recent protests over East-West trade gone silent?

Didn't you make a lot of trouble before?

Fudge pondered for a moment with his cup, then shook his head, well—probably wizards, he had seen through their weak personalities.

As long as they ignore it, after a while they get bored with themselves and give up.

So these weak wizards must have a strong, wise leader to lead them.

Isn't it obvious who this leader is?

And that's—

"Bang!"

The door to the office was pushed open, and Fudge looked up in exasperation to see who had the audacity.

Greengrass walked in with a gloomy face, and Fudge's face was equally gloomy - the purebloods seemed to be a little floating.

But it quickly turned into a smile, after all, they still needed their help to take off Dumbledore's position as the head of the Wizengamot.

"Mr. Greengrass, why are you here? Have a drink together? ”

Greengrass glanced at the rum on Fudge's table, and there was a well-concealed disgust and disdain in his eyes, and said in a somewhat low tone:

"Your Excellency, I think—there's something you have to do."

Fudge put down his glass, leaned forward, and made a gesture of listening intently.

"I think our recent efforts, Your Excellency the Minister should have seen it." Greengrass said it in a cryptic way.

"Of course, of course I saw it, and I'm satisfied—"

"But if you're more satisfied, like the chief of the Wizengamot—that's up to you to do the same."

Fudge frowned: "I've already written a notice to the past, but it doesn't seem to have received a response, I can't really declare war, don't they want to make money?" ”

Greengrass finally stopped going around in circles, and whispered angrily:

"That's because they went to damn Xiangjiang, and those shameless and despicable villains in the East opened a new trade market in Xiangjiang, and the British people ran there!"

？

Fudge was stunned, he was not stupid, and immediately thought of the recent protest that suddenly disappeared, it turned out that it was not because he did not protest, but because there was a new place to trade?

This discovery made him feel annoyed and angry, and he only felt that all the wine he had drunk before turned into flames and rushed straight to his head.

What do they want to do? What does Dongfang want to do?

Ignoring the authority of the Ministry of Magic?

Xiangjiang - Fudge quickly searched this place in his head, and then became even more angry, that little place seemed to be under British jurisdiction!

Greengrass's same rage, how terrifying Dumbledore's reputation was, could only be felt by being in it.

If they want to take Dumbledore's position, they need a huge amount of gold gallons, and even if they are extremely pure-blood, this price still makes them feel painful.

All the families are eager to get their hands on the East-West trade, and want to use this piece of fat to strengthen their families.

After all, taking refuge in Voldemort is for the prosperity of the family.

But the current situation is rushing in the direction of making them lose nothing, which is absolutely unbearable.

Purebloods are almost going berserk, that's not a small amount!

"Send out the strikers of the Ministry of Magic! Go to Xiangjiang, sweep the market there, and let those oriental softballs know that the dignity of the British Ministry of Magic cannot be ignored! ”

Fudge, who was also furious, barely hesitated, and immediately nodded in agreement:

"Good! That's it! ”

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Came back from a business trip. Exhausted and bloody, the trade line was collected, and the foreshadowing was laid, ready to close the end of the third part.

(End of chapter)