December in London has already begun to enter the coldest month of the year.

A thin mist had begun to fill the air, casting a mysterious atmosphere over the ancient city.

Dudley pulled his hood, the white breath exhaled from his mouth smoked in front of him, and since he drank the bottle of holy medicine, he found that his body temperature was much higher than that of ordinary people, reaching an astonishing 42 degrees Celsius, so that the white breath exhaled was more obvious than others.

He glanced back at the quiet hut at No. 4 Privet Road, and stepped away into the darkness.

The streets were deserted, silent as if everyone had fallen asleep, except for the crisp sound of the bottom of the boots tapping on the ground.

Occasionally, a car would drive by, and there was a midnight radio inside, and some thought-provoking voices came out through the cracks in the glass, just a few staccato words, and Dudley couldn't help but frown.

The fog grew heavier, and Dudley glanced up at the moon in the sky, not really, but it was already hanging high above.

A few drunks staggered out, and with drunken eyes, they saw Dudley dressed strangely, with a weird smile on their faces, and walked towards this side with their shoulders hooked.

Dudley's eyebrows, which had just been flattened, were twisted again, and it was hard to imagine that the British Empire, which was well-dressed and full of gentlemen during the day, was one of the most alcoholic places in the world.

There were not a few people who got drunk at night, and Vernon never let Dudley out late at night.

Dudley paused in his footsteps and tried to bypass the delirious men, but the other man leaned over unrelentingly.

Tsk, it looks like it's going to be a little later.

Dudley clenched his fists quietly.

When she came out of the room, Hermione had agreed to the opening dance with Malfoy, just as Malfoy thought, Hermione could bring Ginny into the ball, but Hermione still needed a dance partner for the opening dance.

With the help of the glove lady's emotional god, which was comparable to the power of the Twelve Labor Array, Hermione finally accepted Malfoy's invitation with embarrassment.

Zhang Xiao said goodbye to the little wizards and walked towards the headmaster's office not far away, the thing was done, but Dumbledore still needed to wipe his buttocks.

In that beautiful headmaster's room, Dumbledore took off his glasses and looked at Zhang Xiao who pushed the door in with a smile, and made a gesture of convenience.

Zhang Xiao was also unceremoniously, skillfully pulled a chair, put a tea tray and made gongfu tea.

British black tea needs to be added with milk or sugar with lemon and the like, and it is okay to drink it occasionally, but Zhang Xiao is really not used to drinking it for a long time.

It is also a pity that the Englishman Robert Fortune (Note 1) stole the tea seeds and tea-making technology from China, otherwise the world would still be dominated by Chinese tea.

The portraits come to life from their dull movements, stretching their waists and stretching their bodies.

The entire principal's room came to life in an instant, and the originally deserted principal's room became lively, with portraits exchanging information, and some even congratulating Zhang Xiao loudly.

"First place, well deserved! Zhang, I know you can do it! Phineas Black said loudly, if you look at this sentence alone, it is just a normal congratulation.

But he immediately changed his angle in the next sentence: "The excellence of pure-blood is vividly reflected in you!" It turns out that the ancient and noble bloodline is to be stronger than others! ”

The corners of Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched, not knowing how to pick it up.

Fortunately, there was no need to pick it up himself, because Phineas was soon beaten up by the other principals.

When the unknown headmaster with the turban untied his turban and tied Phineas's mouth firmly, the other with the cupboard in the portrait opened the cupboard and threw him in.

Many principals clapped their hands as if nothing had happened, and asked about the details of the competition, and congratulated Zhang Xiao for winning the first place in the competition.

and loudly praised the excellent performance of the Hogwarts wizards.

Dumbledore was still watching happily, he liked the lively atmosphere, he watched the little wizard pour two cups of hot tea with skillful technique, then picked up the cups, and pointed straight to the core:

"What's the trouble again?"

Zhang Xiao held the tea and shook his head:

"Actually, it's nothing, but the glove lady at the Bing Room said that someone went to the Bing Room during the first round."

Dumbledore's expression became a little serious, but he thought for a moment before asking:

"Did you go to the room where the stuff was hidden? The room where Tom's Horcruxes and Slytherin's legacy were kept? ”

Zhang Xiao nodded, Dumbledore's terrifying logical analysis ability was vividly displayed, and it would be easy to communicate with Dumbledore.

It seems that now, he just said a word, and he immediately thought of everything, and he didn't need to say much to explain.

"Professor, is there still no movement on Voldemort's side?"

A hint of gloom crept up on Dumbledore's old face, and he shook his head:

"No, the Order of the Phoenix has been busy with this for more than a year, but they do seem to have disappeared.

If Tom wants to hide it completely, we'll have a hard time finding him.

But that doesn't match what I know about him. ”

Dumbledore finished the tea in his cup and sighed softly:

"Zhang, I'm afraid that as you guessed, Tom has received quite a boost, and this help makes up for Tom's mental shortcomings caused by splitting the Horcrux.

Make Tom and his gang more secretive."

He paused and added:

"It's getting more cunning."

There was silence in the headmaster's room, and the portraits were silent, exchanging glances with each other or covering their mouths and whispering.

The original situation was very good, Fudge simply got out of the stage, and Barty Crouch Sr., who had a tough stance and outstanding ability, came on the court.

Voldemort's Horcruxes, which he regarded as hole cards and back-hands, were excavated.

The vicious trap in Gaunt's old mansion that was specifically aimed at Dumbledore was also cracked by Zhang Xiao's hard blow.

Seeing that the snake at the end and Harry's body are solved, they will be able to sing songs and welcome a beautiful new future in the wizarding world together.

But now Voldemort is uncharacteristically dormant, completely hidden.

The wizarding world was originally ready for battle, as if facing a great enemy, but the tense nerves would eventually dissipate in this peaceful atmosphere.

No matter how strong Old Barty is, facing Voldemort, who is completely dead, he can't keep everyone on high alert.

An old man and a young man drank tea quietly, and Zhang Xiao said softly:

"I think if it's really Voldemort trying to do something, there's a good chance he'll be going to do it in the second game."

Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled thoughtfully, and he shook his head.

"But the problem is that we don't know if it's getting what it wants."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his eyebrows rose sharply, and soon lowered again, and he opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end it became:

"I'm not sure, but I'm guessing she probably didn't make it—"

Oh? Zhang Xiao raised his head, Professor Dumbledore was so sure?

Or is it something you don't understand?

Just as the little wizards knew Zhang, if he couldn't say something, Zhang would definitely not say it, and Zhang Xiao also knew Dumbledore.

If he couldn't say something, Dumbledore wouldn't say it either.

So he didn't ask at all, but directly said his arrangement:

"I had the elves stare at the hallway on the eighth floor during the second game, and if it's really as you guessed, then she's going to be exposed."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded:

"Proper practice, Zhang, I am very relieved to leave this matter to you."

The two continued to drink tea, and Fawkes stared at himself on the pure gold shelf, with questioning and murderous aura in his golden pupils, but Zhang Xiao pretended not to see it.

Sister Bird, no, Aunt Qing is busy with big things, how can she disturb her with such a trivial matter as love and love at this time?

Hey, by the way, I haven't asked how the situation is in my hometown this month, and whether the number of irrational demons has risen, Zhang Xiao slowly took a sip of clear tea, but his thoughts flew back to China, which was thousands of miles away.

At this moment, Dumbledore's faint voice floated over, with a hint of teasing:

"Tell me, what trouble have you encountered that you can't solve?"

Hey, whoever knows me, Dumbledore is too!

Zhang Xiao put down the teacup and smiled embarrassedly:

"You see people so accurately!"

The portraits laughed with Dumbledore, and after more than four years of getting along, they got to know the little wizard with each passing day.

If it weren't for the unsolvable trouble, the little wizard would rarely come looking for Dumbledore alone.

The Bing Room affair was indeed a nuisance, but Zhang's solution was good, and he could have waited until he knew the identity of the intruder.

Dumbledore shifted to a more comfortable position, and lightly tapped his fingers on the food box, revealing the various exquisite preserves and snacks inside.

Zhang Xiao just glanced at it, and actually found drunkard peanuts and broad beans!

Dumbledore picked one up and put it in his mouth, smiling and waiting.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, but don't I need a dance partner for the Santa Ball?"

"Well, Minerva and Filius also guessed which good little witch would be invited by you, so Zhang, your dance partner is-"

Zhang Xiao scratched her head embarrassedly:

"That. It's not the student who is the one in the Room of Requirement, Ms. Glove. ”

Dumbledore twisted a peanut again:

"Oh? Not a student? It's a glove————"

Peanut stopped in front of his mouth, the smile on Dumbledore's face gradually faded, and it was the first time Zhang Xiao had seen him so shocked.

His long beard trembled, and his blue eyes widened.

？？？？

Dumbledore closed his eyes and began to wonder if he was hallucinating, and soon he opened them again, and asked in a very complicated, very incredulous tone:

“who？？”

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Note 1:

Excerpt from: American writer Sarah Rose: "The Tea Thief: Spies, Empires, and the Mystery of Tea Drinking That Swept the World"

Australian Article – Robert Fortune: Tea Thief or Tea Hero?

Movie: The Tea Thief - Robert Fortune

Robert Fuqiong's Autobiography: A Journey to the Tea Countries of China" (1852)

The rest of the information is omitted, the anti-bar is dedicated, and there is no malice

(End of chapter)