Huang Ting

Due to insufficient information, Bi Youlong felt reassured about Hu Xiuwu and Tianshi, and even deliberately left Hu Xiuwu here to help.

There was no one around at this moment, except for Barty Crouch, a gringo.

Great opportunity!

God-given opportunity, Hu Xiuwu bowed his hands and wanted to ask the Heavenly Master for advice:

"Heavenly Master..."

Seeing Hu Xiuwu coming forward, Zhang Zhiwei was uncharacteristically not as enthusiastic as when they first met. He pretended not to see him and turned to look at Zhang Lingyu:

"Lingyu, let me test you. How is the transformation of yin and yang described in "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic of Yin and Yang"?

It is really frightening to be suddenly called on by the teacher and do a surprise homework check.

If you are usually lazy and don't do enough homework, you will be so frightened that your face will be red, you will hesitate and you will not dare to speak.

But as a close disciple of the Heavenly Master, Zhang Lingyu not only has excellent talent, but also has no problem with his character. He does not need to be supervised to learn his daily homework.

Zhang Lingyu recited the contents of the classics without thinking: "The clear yang ascends to the sky, and the turbid yin returns to the earth. This is the movement of the heaven and the earth, and the gods set the rules for it. Therefore, it can be stored in the form of growth, and the end will begin again."

"What's the explanation?"

"The two Qi interact and transform into all things."

Hu Xiuwu watched with cold eyes. This scene seemed to be the Celestial Master taking exams for his own disciples, but he knew in his heart that this was all being staged for him. The Celestial Master was restricted by certain rules and could not explain it to him clearly, so he could only play riddles.

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Hu Xiuwu suddenly asked: "Master Tian, ​​if someone suddenly inherits a large amount of inheritance from his ancestors, what should he do?"

The words were endless, but Zhang Zhiwei seemed to have been waiting for him to ask this question:

"In the past, when Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty came to the throne as a young emperor, he had no good ministers or generals who believed in him, and there were powerful enemies who were eyeing him outside. What did he do?"

"Sleep on the fuel and taste the courage, accumulate strength secretly, recruit talents and recruit troops."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded in approval with a smile on his face: "Since you know it well, why bother asking me?"

Everyone can talk about big goals, but when it comes to specific details, many people don’t have a clear idea and are confused.

How to find talented people and where to recruit soldiers? He has not even recruited a suitable soldier in his own magical Beiyin recruitment.

This was not the answer Hu Xiuwu wanted. He was hoping that the Heavenly Master could split the fog in front of his eyes with one palm and point out the way forward for him.

Before Hu Xiuwu could ask for help from the Heavenly Master again, Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said:

"Old Taoist, I'm just an outsider. I don't even pay much attention to the common affairs within Zhengyi. How can I give you any advice?"

Zhang Zhiwei pointed at Hu Xiuwu and laughed loudly: "Isn't your Shangqing the best at this in Zhengyi Sanshan?"

"You grew up bathing in the bright moon, why go out looking for pearls again."

Zhang Zhiwei is right, the Shangqing Dynasty is indeed often entangled with the emperors in the mortal world. From the prime minister in the mountains to the emperor's master Yuan Tiangang, everyone is good at this.

Restricted by the Heavenly Master, Zhang Zhiwei cannot tell anything he knows. The person who was once the loosest person on Longhu Mountain has become a person who can only listen but not speak.

He could only bring Hu Xiuwu up to this point, and the rest had to rely on his own understanding.

Hu Xiuwu seemed to have realized something. The Heavenly Master was right. He was confused. Shangqing was so good at internal affairs. How could he not foresee or make any preparations for what he was going through now?

Hu Xiuwu and the other two chatted in Chinese for a long time. Only Barty Crouch couldn't get in the conversation. He felt inexplicably isolated.

Why don’t I have any lines for a scene with four people?

Barty Crouch glanced at his pocket watch and estimated that the time was almost there, so he decided to set off immediately. He didn't want to stay here like an invisible man anymore. This feeling was really unpleasant.

I just knew that among the three people, only Hu Xiuwu is proficient in English. He didn't talk nonsense and talked to Hu Xiuwu directly:

"It's almost time. We can set off. Hold the hand of the person next to you and join me."

Since he needed one hand to hold the wand, he had only one free hand to hold others.

Translating Barty Crouch's words as they are, Hu Xiuwu held Barty Crouch with his left hand, and Zhang Lingyu with his right hand. Zhang Lingyu then held Zhang Zhiwei, and the four of them formed a line.

"Don't resist, or you'll get hurt easily."

With a final warning, Barty Crowe waved his wand and shouted a spell:

"Apparition."

The four figures turned into a black mist, twisted and spiraled into an invisible black hole, and disappeared.

The room suddenly became silent. The flames burning in the fireplace relied on magic power. After losing the source of maintaining the fireworks, they gradually fell asleep, and the room fell into darkness.

In the darkness, waiting for the next visitor.

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On a remote seaside far away from the city, there stands an ancient castle.

A cloud of black mist flew from afar, hit the ancient stone bridge in front of the castle gate, and gradually condensed into the images of Hu Xiuwu and others.

But they look a little embarrassed now.

Barty Crouch looked as usual, while Zhang Zhiwei stood upright with his eyes closed and said nothing, his face a little ugly.

Zhang Lingyu's photo of the two above was a little worse. As soon as she landed, her face turned blue and she knelt on the ground retching.

Hu Xiuwu also looked embarrassed and had a headache. He felt as if he had been thrown into a drum washing machine and spun several times before being dried and thrown out.

"Being able to move people, the Western escape method does have its mysteries..."

Even Zhang Zhiwei could not help but euphemistically comment: "But it still needs to be considered and perfected. At least people's feelings must be included in the spell's ability."

Hu Xiuwu looked around: "Is this Hogwarts?"

Hogwarts Castle is located on a cliff and is surrounded by the sea on three sides. The Gothic-style towers are tall and gorgeous, and the auditorium connected to other buildings in the castle is also graceful and magnificent.

There is a gargoyle squatting at the corner of the eaves. The gargoyle has a face like an evil ghost, bat wings on its back, and bared fangs. It looks down at the castle with cold eyes, as if it is monitoring every move in the castle. Every detail is carved vividly, like

It's like a real gargoyle sealed in a stone statue.

Every small place in Hogwarts has created a very exquisite and towering castle. In the details, it is as delicate as a doll's house.

Under the sunlight, the castle reflects a soft metallic luster like gold and jade, like a giant dragon lying silently on the top of the mountain, looking down at the world, with sharp scales and horns.

This is not something ordinary construction methods can do, this is the power of magic.

This is the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that Britain is proud of.

All the wizards in England graduated from Hogwarts, which is the best and only magic school in England.

Although all the strangers of the right age in England are at Hogwarts, there are only more than 300 students at Hogwarts.

"There is a vast sea behind and high mountains in front. It is a fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack."

Zhang Zhiwei didn't know much about Feng Shui, but he had lived for nearly a hundred years, experienced the war years, and was well-informed. He could see at a glance the cold and murderous aura hidden under the gentle and gorgeous appearance of Hogwarts today.

Hu Xiuwu explained: "The Heavenly Master has a unique insight and has penetrated the essence of this school."

"It is said that thousands of years ago, the persecuted foreigners were originally sheltered here. In order to prevent being surrounded by the army, only this stone bridge was left."

"Later, the four wizards, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, decided to establish Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry here to help aliens gain the ability to protect themselves."

This stone bridge is also left for students who have not yet learned how to apparate, if only to stay away from the fanatical people who persecute them out of fear.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be easier for the four of them to find a deserted island far away from the world and stop caring about worldly affairs.

Zhang Lingyu wiped the sour water from the corner of her mouth and looked up at Hogwarts: "It is indeed a different style from Tianshi Mansion, but it is equally spectacular."

Several people commented on Hogwarts in Chinese, and although Barty Crouch couldn't understand it, he could still read their admiration and appreciation from their expressions.

As a student who graduated from Hogwarts, he naturally felt honored.

Looking at the outer wall of the college, remembering the green past, the ice-like face rarely melted a little, revealing a long-lost smile.

Suddenly remembering something, Barty Crouch said to Hu Xiuwu:

"Oh, by the way, there is another person in Hogwarts who came from your place. I handled the procedures for him."

"It seems his name is Smith Dun. I wonder if you recognize him."