Drink Black Tea Calmly at Hogwarts

The plane landed at the Capital Airport, and Zhang Xu, exhausted physically and mentally, walked out of the first-class cabin. Along the way, he was troubled to explain the principle of the plane to Mr. Arthur Weasley. From the aerodynamic layout to the principle of the jet engine, it was fortunate for him. I learned a lot when mixing forums in my previous life, which satisfied Mr. Weasley's curiosity.

　　 Professor McGonagall on the side also listened with gusto.

　　 Zhang Xu, with a big head, couldn't think that the envoys sent by the British Ministry of Magic were these two.

　　 The reason for sending Arthur Weasley can be understood even after thinking about it.

　　 On the one hand, the Weasley family is a pure-blood family of wizards in the wizarding world, and one of the most prestigious families.

　　 On the other hand, Arthur Weasley is very friendly and interested in the Muggle world. Sending him to a country where the magical world and the Muggle world are integrated is the best choice.

　　 Moreover, Arthur Weasley is still the director of the Ministry of Magic, and as the special envoy for the first contact between the government, his level is not low.

　　 Another special envoy, Professor McGonagall, is the special envoy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the special envoy of the Ministry of Magic.

　　 It makes sense to let Professor McGonagall be the special envoy. It was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that started the ice-breaking journey between the East and the West.

　　 After getting off the plane, in Arthur Weasley's reluctant gaze on the passenger plane, everyone entered the VIP passage and saw the personnel from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Education who came to pick up the plane.

　　 After watching Arthur Weasley and Professor McGonagall get in the car that greeted them and walked away, Zhang Xu also got in another car next to him. He still had work to do next.

　　 The car took Zhang Xu to a compound on the outskirts of the capital. The compound was not listed, but it was heavily guarded. Such a compound is often the office location of some important secret-related departments or institutions.

　　 In the room assigned to Zhang Xu, Zhang Xu was sitting in front of a 386 computer with his fingers flying. He was writing a work report.

　　 The staff who came to deliver dinner looked at Zhang Xu who was sitting in front of the computer concentrating on typing, and couldn't help but admire him for a while. In 1992, computers were still a rarity for ordinary people, and many people were still in the two-finger Zen phase when using computers. Zhang Xu was able to use computers so proficiently at a young age. "S" feeling.

　　 Busy till about ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Xu finally finished the report. After browsing the report, he saved the file, and then handed the 3.5-inch disk with the file to an office that is still on duty, and his work today is complete.

After going to the cafeteria to eat a bowl of noodles, Zhang Xu made himself a large cup of tea in the hot water machine, and went to the small garden downstairs of the dormitory, sitting on the stone bench by the pool, drinking tea while thinking Some messy things, this is a way for him to relax.

　　 Not long after, a person sat beside Zhang Xu.

　　 "Oh, good tea." A deep voice sounded.

　　 "Grandpa Zhou, this tea was sent before Mr. Zhao, and today is the last thing in stock." Zhang Xu said.

The visitor is an old man in a tunic suit who looks about sixty years old. Under his white hair, he can see a pair of piercing eyes. The angular face is full of traces of time carving. His burly body did not follow. As the years passed, there was a creak.

　　 Zhang Xu knew that the person he privately called Grandpa Zhou was a legend on the intelligence front, belonging to the category of "your name is unknown, and your deeds will be immortal."

　　 "How are you living over there?" Old Zhou asked.

　　 "Like facing the abyss, like walking on thin ice." Zhang Xu sighed.

　　 "Can you stand it?" Zhou Lao asked with concern.

　　 "After the previous period, there are no major problems now." Zhang Xu replied.

　　 As a pathfinder, Zhang Xu’s identity is not just as simple as an international student, he is also responsible for the work of investigating intelligence. His current task is to collect and organize information from the public media and private exchanges of the British magical community.

Before Zhang Xu, the Eastern and Western magical circles knew nothing about each other. China's understanding of the Western magical circles was mainly learned from the interrogation of the Death Eaters captured that year, and the West had even more knowledge of China. It was a black eye, many magical creatures with the prefix Hua Xia, Zhang Xu said that I have never eaten any of them.

　　 Therefore, the information sent back by Zhang Xu is very precious.

　　Because he doesn't know what the West's attitude towards him is, Zhang Xu has always been in a high level of tension. He is afraid of not knowing when a sorcerer will come up to give himself a panic, or give himself some Veritaserum. Although Zhang Xu had made preparations before, his memory was so strong that he could only get the recipes of the eight major cuisines.

　　 Fortunately, Zhang Xu uses economic means as his own amulet. In the face of high profits, someone who wants to move him must first consider whether it is cost-effective. It was only later that he breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 "This afternoon, the International Quidditch Federation invited us to participate in the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. What do you think of this?" Zhou Lao asked.

Zhang Xu thought for a while and replied: "You can participate. The final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup was in 1994. The diplomatic situation should be pretty good at that time~www.readwn.com~Familiar with the game, you can find Japan and American teams come to gain experience."

　　 "Mr. Arthur Weasley who is visiting this time, his sons are all Quidditch masters and can work **** him."

　　 "And Quidditch is a sport that relies heavily on equipment. There are almost no restrictions on the flying broomsticks used in competitions, so we can take advantage of the equipment."

　　 After Zhang Xu finished speaking, Zhou Lao thought for a while, nodded, and said: "This matter needs a special meeting to discuss, and I will convey your opinion."

After speaking, Old Zhou stood up, patted Zhang Xu on the head, and said, "You have been so busy with so many things at a young age. It's hard for you. It's getting late. You can rest early. Don't forget to have a meeting at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Open." After the meeting, you can enjoy the summer vacation."

　　 Zhang Xu sat for a while after Mr. Zhou left, drank a cup of tea, and then went back to the dormitory to wash and sleep.

　　 Ten minutes to nine o'clock in the morning the next morning, Zhang Xu came to a conference room with the report that had just been printed out.

　　 At this time, the long table in the conference room was full of people, and everyone was watching Zhang Xu's report.

　　 In the conference room, apart from Mr. Zhao, there are also Mr. Zhou and others in military uniforms, as well as many people in suits. They are representatives of various government departments.

　　 At present, the country's main focus on the Western magic world is communication and wait-and-see. If there is a chance, I don't mind taking more actions.

　　The people in this conference room formed a department dedicated to communicating with the Western magical world. This department is responsible for all actions taken by the country against the Western wizarding world.

　　 The meeting started soon. The main content of the meeting was Zhang Xu's report on the situation in the Western magic world, and people from various departments raised some issues that were not described in detail in the report.