Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 17 The Awakened Jason

The next day, almost everyone noticed that the little snakes were abnormal. They were preoccupied and always frowning, as if they had encountered something incomprehensible.

Zhang Xiao still underestimated his influence on the purebloods, for these little snakes whose parents had instilled family and glory in their heads.

History, status, and wealth are almost the criteria for measuring everything. It's like the second generation of a small city hides in their own territory and enjoys themselves, and suddenly a foreign prince comes in by air.

These second generations don't know how to get along with the prince at all, so they are just like Malfoy, eager to get corresponding guidance from their parents.

The students of the other three colleges were of course not aware of the inside story, and they were greatly surprised by this. The Weasley brothers vowed that they had received inside information that Slytherin College would be canceled next semester and replaced by Warren College. The college badge is just a sniff.

Because it was rumored that a certain powerful magic literature expert wanted to drive away Snape and serve as the dean of Warren College himself.

All the students said that although the Weasley brothers were indeed well-informed, the news this time must be nonsense.

Because an unnamed Potions professor, who was rumored to be unemployed in the next semester, deducted 50 points from each of the Weasley brothers with a sullen face.

He also expressed sullenly that if the Weasley brothers don't pay attention to controlling their mouths and donate their tongues to make potions, he just needs two fresh tongues.

Harry and Ron couldn't bear it anymore, they ran over secretly, pretended to pass by the long table of Slytherin, and poked Zhang Xiao quietly.

The three little ones came to the corridor outside the restaurant. Harry and Ron held him first, looked him up and down carefully, and then said worriedly:
"Are you okay in Slytherin? Did they bully you? I heard that Slytherin especially likes to bully freshmen who are not 'one of them'."

Ron even pulled out his battered wand, and eagerly said:

"Zhang, if someone bullies you, just tell us, I just learned a few curses, and the effect is outstanding!

Especially the front tooth match big stick, tap dance and hair loss spell, very easy to use! "

After speaking, he waved it around, with longing on his face, as if he was imagining the scene where these three little curses hit Malfoy.

Just imagine, Brother Drag has a bald head, his front teeth are so long that his lower lip can't be covered, and he is still dancing tap dance.

The three suddenly laughed together.

Zhang smiled and patted the shoulders of the two friends, shrugged and said:

"Actually, it's okay. Except for Goyle and Crabbe's snoring too loudly, I haven't encountered any troubles for the time being, and this problem is about to be solved. I found that the silent spell is a good idea."

Only then did Harry and Ron feel relieved, and then asked a question that they were very interested in:
"Zhang, do you know what happened to Slytherin? Why...they look like..." Harry made a mournful expression: "Why?"

So Zhang Xiao briefly narrated what happened in the lounge last night, skipping the part where she boasted about her family, to be honest, there was nothing to tell.

When they heard that Zhang Xiao rescued the freshman who was being bullied, Harry and Ron clenched their fists and were so excited that they wished that they were there at the time and had a fight with those bullying pure-blood Slytherins.

"I'm right! Zhang, you should have chosen to come to Gryffindor when we were sorted, so that we can fight against Slytherin together!"

Ron yelled, and Harry nodded in agreement, obviously agreeing with Ron's opinion.

The three friends chatted with each other for a few more words, and then reluctantly returned to the dining table.

Harry and Ron quickly told the news to the Weasley brothers and other listeners who were still discussing, and George said:

"I bet your friends must be from a pure-blood family, and the family is very powerful!"

Hermione Granger sat quietly on the side, eating the beef pie silently, but her little ears moved. Seamus and Dean also poked their heads over and asked curiously, "What do you say?"

Fred took the words and said exaggeratedly: "Come on man, we know all too well about those arrogant Slytherins, they are not good at anything.

If it's not that their status is higher than theirs, if they want them to give up bullying the freshmen, then they are talking in their sleep! "

"In short," Percy nodded, "your Slytherin friend is not bad, at least he is a rare Slytherin who doesn't discriminate against Muggles."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and said in unison:
"Of course!"

In an abandoned village in Croft County, a stone house near the corner suddenly became lively recently, and some strangely dressed people occupied the place.

Jason was sitting at the wooden table, holding a glass of wine and sipping. On one side of the room, piles of willow crates were neatly stacked. Wilbur was running around with a thick list in his hand. Check the quantity.

Beside him, a group of dark wizards were carefully moving the box to another place with the levitation spell.

Thanks to Wilbur's decisive escape, Jason finally recovered his life, but even with the help of potions and magic, he lay on the bed for half a month before recovering.At his insistence, Wilbur sneaked back to the original Muggle neighborhood.

However, it was found that the female ghost hidden there had disappeared, and there were traces of casting spells at the scene, but no matter what methods Wilbur used, he couldn't find out what traces of spells left behind.

Jason was unexpectedly open-minded about this, and learned a lot from a fall. After recovering, Jason immediately went to find out what hurt him.

This investigation is like opening the door to a new world.

Only then did Jason realize that Muggles, who he thought were lowly beings and didn't even bother to understand, had made so many things!
Especially the thing called the gun. Jason has done many experiments. Even the super armor protection spell is as brittle as an egg shell under the Browning M1919 gun.

After trying various firearms, Jason had to admit: this thing is much better than a magic wand!

And this is only a small part of the killing weapons made by Muggles. The more Jason understood, the more frightened he became, and even trembled all over his body in the end.

These lowly, despicable Muggles are so terrifying, they even created something called nuclear weapons, Jason, who has watched the relevant film and television clips, dared to bet.

If you throw a nuclear weapon at the Ministry of Magic, none of those idiots will be able to escape, and they will all have to play!
He even decided that after welcoming back the great Dark Lord, he must suggest to him to use Muggle weapons to rule the entire wizarding world!Anyone who is disobedient will drop a nuclear bomb on the Ministry of Magic!
"Jason! You're all right, no problem!" Wilbur wiped the sweat off his face, trotted over, and asked in a low voice:

"We really want to use these things to attack Azkaban Prison? That's where the dementors are guarding!"

Wilbur shuddered. Why hadn't the remnants of the Death Eaters ever considered attacking Azkaban?Isn't it just that there are dementors everywhere?As a dark wizard, it is almost impossible to use the Patronus Charm. Without the Patronus Charm, how can you fight against the Dementor?
Seeing the guy who saved his life, Jason didn't scold him very rarely, but let out a muffled laugh. He looked around at the black wizards who surrounded him, and said triumphantly:

"Wilbur, my good brother, bombing Azkaban with rockets is just a cover, my purpose is to divert the attention of the Ministry of Magic, and then..."

He patted the open wicker box beside him:

"Blow up the entire Ministry of Magic with these things that Muggles call bombs! Announce our existence!"

"Boom!" The heavy wooden door of the mansion was blasted open, and two figures entered the room through the dust.

Zhang Chengdao put the compass into the Qiankun bag, moved his wrist, and glanced at the seven or eight people in the room with a smile on his face, but his voice was cold:
"Finally found you!"

(End of this chapter)