Drink Black Tea Calmly at Hogwarts

The plane landed at the Capital Airport. Zhang Xu, who was physically and mentally exhausted, walked out of the first-class cabin. Along the way, he had to explain the principle of the plane to Mr. Arthur Weasley, but it was a headache, from the aerodynamic layout to the principle of the jet engine. Fortunately, he I learned a lot in the forum in my previous life, which satisfied Mr. Weasley's curiosity.

And Professor McGonagall on the side also listened with gusto.

Zhang Xu, who had a big head, did not expect that these two were the special envoys sent by the British Ministry of Magic.

The reason for sending Arthur Weasley is understandable when you think about it.

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

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

Moreover, Arthur Weasley is also the director of the Ministry of Magic, and as a special envoy for the first contact between governments, his rank 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 have Professor McGonagall as a special envoy. It was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that started the ice-breaking journey between the East and the West, and it was just right for the vice-principal to be the envoy.

After getting off the plane, under the eyes of Arthur Weasley who was reluctant to part with the passenger plane, everyone entered the VIP channel 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 into the car that greeted them and walk away, Zhang Xu also got into another car next to him. He still has work to do.

The car sent 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 is sitting in front of a 386 computer, his fingers are flying, and he is writing a work report.

The staff who came to deliver the dinner couldn't help admiring Zhang Xu who was sitting in front of the computer and concentrating on typing. In 1992, computers were still a rarity for ordinary people, and many people were still in the second-finger Zen stage when using computers. Zhang Xu was able to use computers so proficiently at a young age, which made people feel like "this kid is so terrifying." s” feeling.

After being busy until almost ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Xu finally finished typing the report. After browsing the report without any problems, he saved the file and handed over the 3.5-inch disk with the file to an office that was still on duty. His work for today was considered complete.

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

Not long after, a person sat beside Zhang Xu.

"Hey, nice tea." A deep voice sounded.

"Grandpa Zhou, this tea was given by Mr. Zhao before, and today is the last bit of tea in stock," Zhang Xu said.

The person who came was an old man in a Chinese tunic suit who looked about sixty years old. Under his white hair, he could see a pair of piercing eyes. His angular face was full of traces carved by time. With the passage of time, there is a slight rickety.

Zhang Xu knew that this person whom he called Grandpa Zhou in private was a legendary figure on the intelligence front, who belonged to the category of "no one knows your name, and your achievements are immortal".

"How's life over there?" Elder Zhou asked.

"It's like walking on thin ice." Zhang Xu sighed.

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

"After the early stage, there is no major problem now." Zhang Xu replied.

As a trailblazer, Zhang Xu's identity is not just that of an international student, he is also responsible for the work of scouting information. His current task is also to collect and sort out information from the public media and private communications of the British wizarding community.

Before Zhang Xu, the Eastern and Western magic circles knew nothing about each other. Huaxia's understanding of the Western magic circle was mainly learned from the interrogation of the captured Death Eaters, and the West knew more about Huaxia. It's two black eyes, many magical creatures with the prefix of Huaxia, Zhang Xu said that I haven't eaten any of them.

Therefore, the information sent back by Zhang Xu is rare and valuable.

Because he didn't know how the West treated him, Zhang Xu was always in a state of high tension, fearing that sometime a wizard would appear to give him Legilimency, or give him some Veritaserum. Although Zhang Xu had prepared well before, his memory was so strong that he could only get the recipes of the eight major cuisines.

Fortunately, Zhang Xu used economic means as his amulet. In the face of high profits, if someone wants to move him, he must first consider whether it is worthwhile. It was only later that I 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?" Elder Zhou asked.

Zhang Xu thought for a while and replied: "You can participate. The 422nd Quidditch World Cup final was in 1994, and the diplomatic situation at that time should be good."

"Familiar with the game, you can find Japanese and American teams to gain experience."

"Mr. Arthur Weasley, who is here to visit this time, his sons are all Quidditch masters, and they can work hard on him."

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

After Zhang Xu finished speaking, Elder Zhou thought for a while, nodded, and said, "This matter needs to be discussed in a special meeting, and I will pass on your opinion."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Zhou stood up, patted Zhang Xu on the head, and said, "You are busy with so many things at such a young age, thank you for your hard work. It's getting late, you should go to bed early, and don't forget to have a meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. After that, you can enjoy your summer vacation.”

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

Ten minutes to nine o'clock the next morning, Zhang Xu came to a conference room with the report he had just 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, Mr. Zhou and others in military uniform, and many people in suits, they were representatives of various government departments.

At present, the country mainly communicates and waits and sees with the western magic world. If there is an opportunity, I don't mind taking more actions.

And the people in this conference room formed a department responsible for communicating with the western magic world. The actions taken by the country against the Western magic world are all carried out by this department.

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