The Advent of the Infinite King

Feeling the vibration of the vehicle, Xie Chen knew that it was slowly coming to a stop. In the end, it hit something and finally stopped completely.

"Stan?"

no respond.

Xie Chen breathed a sigh of relief and groped to get up.Now his eyesight has recovered a bit, and he can barely see the outlines of objects in the dark night. He saw a dark trace winding from his feet all the way to the depths of the carriage.

He doesn't know what it is, it can't be gasoline, right?

Xie Chen followed the trace and took a step cautiously.

Darkness comes.

Chapter 7 Wild Night

Xie Chen even felt a little used to all kinds of changes.

But he had no doubt that staying with this guy would make him as stupid as he was.

"But why..."

"I've explained it to you, Death Eaters seek revenge."

Lockhart had a look of "young people, don't be impatient".

"Not that. I mean, I don't know you."

"How can you say that, don't you know my name?" Professor Lockhart looked distressed and was going to recommend Lockhart brand memory potion.

"No, that's not what I meant. You see, I didn't know you before tonight, and you didn't know me, did you?"

Lockhart finally behaved.He nodded.

"Then here comes the problem. They just want to seek revenge and find you. What does it have to do with me?"

"Hey, young man, you must have a sense of justice. How can you ignore the professor being arrested?"

"If there is a chance, I can consider saving you, but this does not mean that I will consider it after being arrested with you."

"Calm down, calm down. Like our generation, who hasn't been caught once or twice when young." Lockhart hadn't written a book about the war with the Death Eaters, so he was going to speak Describe your glorious deeds.

"But you went straight to St. Mungo's when you got caught."

"...Okay, let's not mention this."

Then Lockhart looked around and asked:

"Where do you think we are?"

Xie Chen opened his eyes wide in the darkness, "I don't know."

Lockhart nodded sympathetically, "Hmm. I don't know either."

Xie Chen couldn't help but marvel at his Conan-like magical power, but this kind of power has always been the most effective for himself, guaranteeing that there will be bad luck waiting for him wherever he goes.Just like now.

"But it's impossible to run from the knight bus to the wilderness for no reason! Look around here!" Xie Chen stood up and looked into the distance, only vaguely seeing the outlines of the mountains in the distance , and the heavy dark clouds layer upon layer on the horizon.Nearby, the ground beneath his feet was covered with withered yellow grass, with grass tips protruding from the snow.

"I see, I see." Lockhart drew out his wand and flicked it across the air, a dazzling green light burst out from the tip of the wand.With the light, they could finally see things clearly. Not far away, under the blanket of whiteness, they could faintly see a few messy footprints leading to places where the light could not reach.

"Ah. Not a single star at night." Lockhart looked up at the sky.

Xie Chen noticed that he was sitting on the snow as if he was not afraid of the cold, and went forward to pull him up by his arms, and heard him complain again.

"You human beings have made our sky smoky."

Xie Chen involuntarily increased the strength in his hands.

"Hey, take it easy, I'm your pro-professor!"

"Can you stop talking bad words. I'm not your student." After Xie Chen finished speaking, he pulled Lockhart away from the spot and went to the footprints to examine carefully.

"It's really messy...these footprints." Xie Chen annoyed at the withered yellow grass stalks on the side of the road, pulled them out and threw them aside, "It looks like there are two horses? No, no."

"It's useless for you to count. Our Hogwarts graduates use brooms, Beauxbatons' wizards use their own magical creatures, or Durmstrang uses flying carpets-where there will be direct walking. "

"Who is as lazy as you? What kind of broom or not will you use if you are less than two miles away." Xie Chen choked him back with a word.

"Am I a wizard or are you a wizard?" Lockhart fully fulfilled his responsibility as a teacher, and extinguished the lights with another wave of his wand.

The surroundings fell into darkness again.

"You, you better give me an explanation!" Xie Chen was angry.

"There is no explanation, just to explain to you our current situation."

In the dark, he couldn't see Lockhart, he could only hear his voice echoing in his ears, Xie Chen had no choice but to listen.

"Do you know what a Portkey is?"

"I don't know." He said angrily.

"The so-called portkey is the magic that can transfer a group of people from one place to another, or to be more precise, it is the carrier of this magic. It is not necessarily a key, a book, a A pen, or even a piece of hair, as long as it is something that lasts for a long time. The function of the portkey is roughly equivalent to a spectacular entourage appearance, but the safety factor is much higher, and a portkey will be invalid after being used once. gone."

"Speak the key."

"What I'm talking about is the key points. You can take a notebook and memorize it. You have to take the exam."

"..."

"But all portkeys have a period of use. During this period, as long as someone touches the portkey, they will be immediately transferred to the place prescribed by magic. Do you know the Triwizard Tournament? Oh, you don't. Harry Porter was plotted against during the competition, and he and another student were transferred to a den of thieves with a portkey disguised as a trophy, but luckily he escaped with his life, but that student was not so lucky."

"You mean to say that we were transported here by the Portkey."

"That's right. Well, if you're interested in writing, you can come up with two doubts now—"

"I'm not interested. Thank you." Xie Chen said first, he really couldn't stand this guy's chatter. "First, what is that portkey. Second, who put it there."

"Okay. Now you start thinking."

"What are you doing?"

"Me? I'm waiting."

"...I believe it's definitely not the first time you've done this kind of thing."

"Ahahaha, how should I say this is what I do."

Lockhart laughed.But Xie Chen didn't smile.He was really thinking about those two questions.Slowly Lockhart's laugh turned dry, and then he asked.

"young people."

"what?"

"Do you have a question for me?"

"Yes. But I don't want to ask you."

"But I want to say."

"Then tell me."

"Do not."

Xie Chen almost wanted to copy a stone and knock it on.

he sighed.I endured it again.

Normally, not only would he not bear it, but he would definitely have knocked on the bus.

This kind of behavior is not like him, but it is clearly him.

Life is so wonderful.

Chapter 8 Camp Night

This night, compared to Xie Chen's sleepless night, Harry Potter's camp was extremely lively.

The hospitality of the Bulgarians is unbelievable. This time the Quidditch World Cup, the organizers borrowed from the British plan and arranged for fans to settle in their vast forest.The forest has undergone some development and transformation, and several passages have been opened up, connecting the scattered wizard camps in the forest and the golf course in the middle of the forest.Of course, before the Quidditch game actually started, no one had witnessed the appearance of the stadium. If you want to know this, you probably have to go to the architect's office to try your luck.

"Come, Harry. Try our Bulgarian drink."

Around a bonfire, Harry and the Weasleys gathered in front of the tent.Victor Krum walked towards their camp carrying a large tray. The strange purple-red liquid was filled in tall champagne glasses, and was passed down by people sitting in a circle. Back into Harry's hands.

Harry returned the tray to Krum, eyeing the contents of the glass suspiciously, "What is this, Victor?"

Krum smiled and didn't answer.The plate was enchanted, and if one drink was taken away, a new one would be added. He put the plate on the grass, took a drink himself, and found a gap to sit cross-legged.

The first one to try was Hermione. I don't know if it was out of friendship with Krum. She didn't directly point out the taste of this thing, but said euphemistically: "Victor, I didn't expect you to be interested in making wine from rotten grapes." interested in."

Laugh out loud.

The strange thing is that Krum is not angry. He is dressed in a pure Bulgarian today, and the turban on his head makes him look like a pygmy puff.

"No, Hermione," Ron objected, "I think it smells like hot chocolate."

Harry took a sip.

"A kind of wine... well, I can't name it."

So under everyone's discussion, this cup of drink has a variety of very different tastes.All kinds of talk ranged from rotten wine to ice-cold watermelon juice, and the atmosphere managed to liven up.

"So what the hell is it, Victor."

In the end, it was Hermione, a good student, who asked the question, and Krum said with a smile, "This is your Bibi multi-flavored beans. It's just that ours is for drinking."

Hermione looked suspiciously at the remaining purple liquid in the glass.

"The raw material of multi-flavored beans comes from a kind of tree here. There is no such thing in the UK, so it is normal for you not to know. The fruit it bears can be dried and eaten-it is your multi-flavored beans, but here we have more. For wine." He raised his glass.

"This is it."

"Come on, everyone finally came to my place once, please have a good time!" Krum summoned the jug to refill everyone's wine, Ginny politely said no, and turned to talk to Fleur and Hermione. It's time to chat.

Turning in front of Harry again, he bowed close to Harry, and whispered, "The bus has arrived."

"Ah."