Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 52 Zhang Xiao's Popularity (Add more updates for everyone!)

"Albus! You promised me!"

In the huge circular principal's room, Professor McGonagall's angry voice echoed.

The portraits that hung on the entire wall no longer closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep. They opened their eyes one after another, staring at this rare scene with great interest.

In some paintings, the portraits with fruit plates, beer and food are even more crowded.

They gnawed apples, held beer, and watched the greatest white wizard ever, the president of the International Federation of Magic, the president of the Wizarding Association, the first-level magician of the Merlin Sir Order, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and was surrounded by his own vice-principal. Crazy spray.

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, a glass of iced lemon juice slid over from the side of the table
"Minerva, have a drink and relax."

"Relax?" Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore with sharp eyes through the square lens.
"How did you tell me? You will follow the whole process! It's luck this time, Zhang's strange props have played a big role, but just in case something unexpected happens.

How do you let me face my parents?

Do I have to say to the grieving parents who have lost their children
'Although you safely handed over your child to Hogwarts, due to the negligence of our principal, your child died in an accident. '

is that so?Albus? ? ? ! "

Dumbledore stared quietly at his vice-headmaster, the lady who had dedicated everything to Hogwarts after losing her husband.

He suddenly found that no matter how many excuses he had, such as leaving Fox behind, they were all so pale and powerless in front of Minerva McGonagall.

The original chattering sound disappeared, and the portraits were silent. After a while, Principal Dippet said softly:
"Albus, Minerva is right, you shouldn't ignore the little wizard's safety."

Dumbledore nodded slightly:
"Yes, Minerva, I want to apologize to you, as you said I promise you
Well, I promise, there will never be a next time! "

Professor McGonagall slowly recovered her calm, and she suddenly asked:

"Tell me, Albus, what is it that makes you give up looking after little wizards, I understand you, if it's not something very important, I mean nothing is as important as the safety of little wizards.

you know."

Dumbledore stood up, his face was serious, his blue eyes stared at Mag, and he said softly:

"I went to see Tom."

Professor McGonagall frowned:
"Tom? Who is Tom? Worthy of you."

Suddenly, her eyes widened, her face was pale, she looked at Dumbledore in horror, her voice was trembling:

"You mean the man who can't even mention his name?"

Dumbledore nodded slowly.

"He's in the Forbidden Forest???"

Professor McGonagall's voice has been distorted.

Dumbledore still nodded slightly.

Professor McGonagall stood up abruptly, pointing at Dumbledore:

"You, Albus, you, no, I have to evacuate the little wizard immediately!"

"Minerva, the situation is far from this bad!"

Dumbledore stopped McGonagall and whispered something to her.

After a long time, Professor McGonagall managed to regain her composure. She took a deep breath. Eleven years had passed since the shadow of Voldemort. She was not worried about her own safety.

But she was worried that the past tragedy would repeat itself. Voldemort did not dare to come to Hogwarts, but every day little wizards received bad news that their parents or other relatives were brutally killed by Voldemort.

At that time, pain and sorrow hung over the school like a dark cloud that would never go away.

"Since you have planned it all." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her face still ugly, she looked at Dumbledore, and let out a long breath:

"It's just like in the past, like the Order of the Phoenix, we trust you unconditionally, Albus!"

After finishing speaking, Professor McGonagall left with a heavy heart, and she still wanted to care about the situation of the students.

Dumbledore stared at the distant background of Professor McGonagall, standing there like a statue.

Dippet raised his wine glass:
"To Minerva McGonagall! Albus, you have an enviable Vice-Headmaster. If I had had such a Vice-Headmaster, Hogwarts might have been more prosperous!

Tom probably won't either"

Dumbledore shook his head:

"It's over, Armando, it's not your fault."

At this moment, Snape's cold and low voice, full of anger, came from outside the principal's room:

"Albus!! You promised me!!!"

Dumbledore: .
The sun shone through the carved windows, casting a fragment of light and shadow. On the soft bed in the school hospital, Zhang Xiao slowly opened his eyes.

This was an incomparably comfortable deep sleep. He felt as if his whole body had been washed, and a thick layer of iron clothes had come off, giving him a refreshing feeling from the inside out.

"Dude, are you awake?"

Zhang Xiao turned her head and found that Ron was lying on the next bed. He was holding a big bag of snacks and was eating.

Ron shrugged, pointed to the snacks piled up next to his bed, and said enviously:
"I have to say, Zhang, you are so popular! Since the news of your injury and coma spread, I think half of the school has been here, and they brought you all kinds of things.

Especially girls!Man, you can't even imagine how crazy those girls are!They even cried! "

Ron seemed to be talking about something unbelievable, and Zhang Xiao felt that he was quite envious.

"In the end, the whole room was filled with presents, Madam Pomfrey had to forbid visits, and asked me to select some of them and put them here.

By the way, this is yours too, doesn't it matter? "

Ron shook the snack in his hand.

Zhang Xiao couldn't help laughing:
"Of course it doesn't matter, Ron, is it just you? What about the others?"

Ron opened a box of chocolate frogs, glanced at the cards inside, threw it aside, and said vaguely:
"Malfoy just lost his strength and left after a short rest. Neville's injury was not as serious as imagined. Harry just scratched his skin. By the way, buddy, do you know how long you slept?"

"How long?" Zhang Xiao was really curious. If Professor Snape's potion is so easy to use, can he ask for more or boil it by himself?

"Five days!" Ron stretched out his palm, "Five days!"

He jumped out of bed, found Bibi multi-flavored beans from the pile of snacks, tore open the package, and threw one in his mouth:

"As for me, I check to see if my good friend is awake every day, although Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey have repeatedly assured that you are just too tired and need to rest.

But everyone still cares about you, so I was recommended to check on your condition every day. "

Ron retched suddenly:
"Bah, bah, what a strange smell! Damn it, it must be bull-nose!"

Zhang Xiao felt a warm current in his heart. He jumped up from the bed and stretched beautifully:
"Resurrection with full blood! I feel full of strength now!"

Ron spit out the residue in his mouth, looked at Zhang Xiao's back, hesitated for a while, and suddenly asked hesitantly:

"Zhang, can I ask you something?"

1. Recommended ticket 2. Monthly ticket
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