One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 229
It is said that Dumbledore can speak more than a dozen languages ​​and can communicate with murlocs in Fairy language, but he did not expect that he could even speak Chinese.

Zhang Zhiwei was ashamed: "It's the old man. I really didn't expect that Western Taoist friends are proficient in Chinese. It really makes me ashamed."

He is also a hundred-year-old, and he is proficient in many languages, but he has never learned one of them. This really makes Zhang Zhiwei feel that he has been slack in the past hundred years.

There is no limit to learning. After returning, I still have to study a lot and learn by analogy. Maybe I can gain something.

Zhang Zhiwei secretly vowed that after returning to Longhu Mountain, he would at least learn English.

Nadutong helped a few late arrivals to allocate beds and rooms, and arranged Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu in the same room. After recognizing the bed, Hu Xiuwu left his room, but found that he didn't need his translator. Zhiwei and Dumbledore had already chatted, and they were very happy.

The two centenarians with similar realms and similar personalities, even tall and thin, have the same opinions on many things.

So the conversation was very speculative, hit it off right away.

Seeing that he was no longer needed here, Barty Crouch also retired, and he had to go back to deal with the selection of the Goblet of Fire that was about to start in a few days.

Professor McGonagall has also left. She doesn't look like some principal who doesn't need to teach, she has to go back to prepare.

Her sense of responsibility does not allow herself to teach her students without any preparation.

Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Lingyu and Nadutong have joined together, and they no longer need themselves here. Hu Xiuwu plans to go out and see Deng Youfu.

He greeted Bi Youlong and explained that he wanted to visit the Forbidden Forest, but he didn't expect that Dumbledore just heard the movement.

Dumbledore stopped Hu Xiuwu and said to him, "Child, are you going to the Forbidden Forest to find your friend?"

The education he received since he was a child made Hu Xiuwu respect the elders like Dumbledore and said respectfully: "Yes, I heard that I have a friend who is a guard in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, I think Going to see him, I hope to get your permission."

Dumbledore hesitated: "But there are many powerful monsters in the Forbidden Forest, which are very dangerous. I usually forbid students to go to the Forbidden Forest. No student can wander around the Forbidden Forest."

"You've just arrived at Hogwarts, and it's too dangerous to go to the Forbidden Forest unless you're like your friends."

Like my friend, what is Dumbledore referring to?Is it difficult
There was some speculation in his heart, but Hu Xiuwu still promised Dumbledore: "Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm just going to see my friend, and I won't go deep into the Forbidden Forest."

Zhang Zhiwei also spoke to Hu Xiuwu next to him and said with a smile, "Friend Dumbledore, let him go, this kid Xiuwu is no longer an apprentice, according to what we say in the East, he is already a disciple of a teacher, and he can take charge of himself. ."

With Zhang Zhiwei as a guarantee for Hu Xiuwu's strength, Dumbledore had some confidence in Hu Xiuwu's strength. Through past legends and today's understanding, he still believed in Zhang Zhiwei's vision.

After thinking about it again and again, Dumbledore said mildly in Chinese with a serious English accent:

"Okay, but be careful. Go to the cabin outside the forbidden forest and find Hagrid, he will help you."

"Right," Dumbledore suddenly blinked at Hu Xiuwu, smiling:
"There's a lot of magic in Hogwarts, don't be too anxious when you go, just enjoy it."

"Thank you."

Really, don't all seniors like to be riddlers.

In his heart, he was full of belly row about the behavior of Dumbledore and Zhang Zhiwei. Hu Xiuwu was still polite.

Zhang Lingyu was indeed a little moved, but he still decided to meditate in the house to adjust his breath, adjust his state to the best, and prepare for the game.

In the end, only Hu Xiuwu left.

Going down the spiral staircase, Hu Xiuwu felt the handrail in the direction from which it came from, and looked at the wall on his right. When he came up just now, he found that the characters in the paintings hanging on the wall of the stairs actually moved.

These portraits include men and women, old and young, not all aliens, but also portraits of ordinary people.

They rest in the small world inside the oil painting, they can immerse themselves in their own world and entertain themselves, and they can also communicate with the portraits next to them, and communicate with people passing by. Just now, he saw a portrait greeting Professor McGonagall.

When Hu Xiuwu was admiring the wonderful sight of Hogwarts, a portrait found Hu Xiuwu's face and curiously asked where he came from.

After hearing that he was an alien who came from far away from the east, the portraits on one wall were excited and restless, and even jumped out of his own frame and squeezed into the painting near Hu Xiuwu.

The painting is of a noble girl sitting in the garden, but now the umbrella in the girl's hand has been squeezed out, making her furious, her eyebrows are raised, and she is full of anger.

The vivid performance of the portraits really amazes Hu Xiuwu.

When people's thoughts stay in the portrait, the time of the people in the painting stays at the moment when the portrait is made, just like the rebirth of a real person.

However, it is an extravagant hope to bring the dead back to life. The thoughts of the people in these paintings have been frozen. Their thinking circuits and behavioral ideas are just given to them by the artist, and they are their images in the artist's heart.

Although they can leave daily memories, they can't get any growth and change from them.

No matter how they look like people, their essence is still a painting after all, like mosquitoes in amber, no matter how lifelike they look, they are also dead objects.

The noisy and lively atmosphere here attracted an uninvited guest who liked this kind of environment the most.

"Hahaha, look at what this is, an lone oriental, let us approach him quietly, don't attract his attention, I heard that the oriental tastes fresh and tender, as long as it is simply processed and sprinkled with bread crumbs, you can eat it. "

A translucent ghost emerged from the side wall.

As soon as the ghost saw Hu Xiuwu and the portraits surrounding him, his eyes lit up, like a dehydrated fish, twisting frantically, excitedly starting a new day with bad breath.

He hadn't seen a student for a winter vacation, no one quarreled with him, was played by him, and the portraits were dull and boring, and he was bored to death.

Those who are bored want to learn that Big Stupid Bear hibernates, and when his prey come back, give them a warm wake-up gift.

In a portrait, a portrait dressed as an ancient gentleman showed a tired expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched:
"It's Peeves, that nasty bastard again."

After the introduction of the enthusiastic portrait next to him, Hu Xiuwu had a general idea of ​​who this ghost-like thing floating in the air was.

His name was Peeves, and he was a prankster who smeared their frames at every turn, and hated ghosts.

It's just that this ghost is very slippery, and many spells don't work on it, even the professors can't do anything about him, so it has been rampant in Hogwarts for nearly a thousand years.

"The Orientals have been singled out. Why have they been abandoned by their companions? Do you want to let Uncle Peeves comfort you?"

Peeves backstroked in front of Hu Xiuwu, unscrupulous.

"Ghost? I haven't seen it yet. How could a ghost suffocate so many professors."

Although the portraits recognize Peeves as a ghost, Hu Xiuwu remains skeptical.

To say that Peeves is like a ghost, it is better to say that he is more like an elf.

Although it is only a word difference, it is a world of difference.

The so-called ghosts in the West are almost the same as the ghosts in the East. They are all born from the unwilling obsession of the deceased before they die, and they are afraid of the vast bright and masculine magic.

But the elves are different. The dead creatures who have the opportunity of creation have opened their minds and have their own minds, just like the artifact spirit Aman who has won the laurel in the hands of Hu Xiuwu.

The body of the elf is pure and pure, and the yin and yang are peaceful, so naturally there will be no countermeasures, and if the body of the elf is not harmed, even if the incarnation of the elf is destroyed, he can still be reborn with a trace of spirituality in the body.

But the formation of elves is very rare. Even Yujingzi in the three corpse needles is not the body of an elves. He is the snake soul of Yuan Tao and Jin-scale boa, which is forcibly stuffed into the three corpse needles as a tool spirit, so it is essentially a A ghost, still afraid of masculine spells like thunder
Although Peeves is stubborn, but his body is full of aura, not like the thick yin evil spirit on the ghost, he is clearly a elf, not a ghost.

Seeing Hu Xiuwu, he just stood there foolishly, ignoring his provocation. His reaction made Peeves very unhappy, and he directly resorted to a trick.

"Hey, newcomer, you haven't experienced the welcome ceremony at Hogwarts yet."

"Let Uncle Peeves show you!"

Peeves took out from behind a few smooth balls that smelled like magnified sheep dung eggs, aimed at Hu Xiuwu and threw them out. This was because Argus Filch, who opened the door, specially ordered them. Good stuff to come.

"Run, it's a big dung egg!"

Several people in the picture immediately exclaimed and hurriedly left the nearby picture frames. Only the original owners of these picture frames also panicked and left. When they escaped, they still prayed secretly in their hearts, and went to not let their homes stained. The stench of big dung eggs.

The big dung egg is a unique prank toy in England. It is a suggested alchemy tool between mortal objects and magic tools. It can make the person who was hit get stained with an unpleasant odor, which cannot be dissipated for a long time.

"Quack quack, quack!"

Thinking that Hu Xiuwu would be splashed with big shit, Peeves laughed excitedly, trying to capture the moment of his embarrassment, but his laughter only lasted for a few seconds and then stopped.

Because the big dung eggs he threw suddenly froze in the air for a moment, then split into two and stopped in place.

Hu Xiuwu had the sword qi wrapped around his hand, like a whirlpool of miniature blades. He originally wanted to take out Zhegui or three corpse needles to stop the big dung egg, but he was rejected by Aman and Yu Jingzi one after another.

I can live and die with you, but it's impossible for me to chop dung.

Although the elves are difficult to deal with and have no weaknesses, they are not invincible. As long as they use more power than they can withstand, they can still cause damage to him.

Youyue·Zhanxing.

(End of this chapter)