Let You Be An Exchange Student, Have You Sinicized Magic?

Seeing Zhang Xuan's hand getting closer and closer to the bottle he was on, Voldemort became anxious.

I'm really in a hurry.

The brat in front of him, he really did what he said!

If he is silent, I'm afraid he will really roast him with that fire!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!"

Voldemort quickly stopped Zhang Xuan's movements.

He doesn't know what Samadhi True Fire is, and he doesn't know what fifty cents is.

But he knew that if he didn't listen to Zhang Xuan, he would definitely torture him.

Among other things, if this kid named Zhang Xuan boils a pot of that traditional Chinese medicine, and then pours it into his small bottle... that's enough for him to suffer!

"Cough cough cough...your name is Zhang Xuan, right, I remember you."

Voldemort couldn't help smiling a little.

Zhang Xuan nodded.

"Ah, so you still remember me. I thought you wouldn't know me if it wasn't a piece of soul, so I didn't say anything just now."

"So you recognize..."

Voldemort was silent, he wished he could slap himself and make you talk nonsense!

Someone has been tricked!

Zhang Xuan lifted up the small bottle and brought it to a position parallel to his eyes.

"Talk about your teeth..." Zhang Xuan subconsciously looked at Voldemort's mouth.

And Voldemort's first reaction was to cover his mouth.

"Ah, my tooth is healed, no problem!"

If he hadn't run fast last time, he might not only have to drink Chinese medicine, but also have to pull out his teeth.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Xuan felt a little regretful.

"Oh, that's it, okay then."

Voldemort heard endless pity and disappointment from Zhang Xuan's tone.

"By the way, why did you come to Hogwarts again and still lie on top of that Professor Quirinus Quirrell?"

"You're not here to do bad things again, are you?"

Zhang Xuan looked at Voldemort with some vigilance.

Voldemort, who was locked in the bottle, shook his head again and again.

"Do you believe me when I say I'm lost?"

"Oh, lost my way..."

Zhang Xuan had no doubts about Voldemort's reason.

After all, Hogwarts school is quite big, and those stairs in the castle will change by themselves.

When I first came to this place, I also walked through a few fork roads.

"Well, can you let me go?"

After finishing speaking, Voldemort suddenly thought of something and said hastily.

"No, it's to send me out."

"Oh... that won't work."

Zhang Xuan shook the bottle containing Voldemort.

Then he took out three more vials similar to those that contained Voldemort.

There are also three figures in the three small bottles, one is old, one is young, and there is a stunning beauty.

Voldemort lay on the vial and looked at the three people in the vial.

Among the three small bottles, one of the old men waved at Voldemort.

"Hey, boy, hello!"

The old ghost in the bottle can be said to have glowing eyes looking at Voldemort.

The female ghost and ghost girl next to him looked at him with surprise in their eyes.

"Ah~ little big brother, do you want to play mahjong together!"

"Hey, big brother, come and play with me~~"

Voldemort looked at the three ghosts in the bottle and felt that the whole soul fragment was not good.

What the hell is this?

What does Zhang Xuan want to do now?

"They play mahjong and three miss one."

Zhang Xuan opened the three small bottles.

Three ghosts floated out.

The leader was an old man with white hair, wearing a Tang suit, with a stooped back, and his face was full of smiles.

Following him was a female ghost with excellent appearance and outstanding temperament, wearing a bright red wedding dress.

The one held by the female ghost was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with bright eyes. The girl was wearing a bright red pettiskirt with double ponytails and a sweet smile on her face.

The eyes of the three ghosts were fixed on the vial containing the fragment of Voldemort's soul.

"Hee hee, let's play mahjong!"

The three ghosts saw Voldemort frightened for a while.

To paraphrase Long Guo's words, looking at the eyes of the three of them, I remembered that I can't hide the eyes of a person who wants to dao.

Voldemort looked at the little girl who was talking to him just now, and then asked weakly.

"Who is Mahjong?"

It's not that he is cowardly, it's that the three in front of him are stronger than him.

Although I don't know why he feels this way.

But he had an inexplicable feeling that these three people in front of him must not be easily provoked.

Zhang Xuan looked at his three ghosts, and then opened the cap of Voldemort's vial.

"Playing mahjong is fine, you guys keep an eye on him, I'm not responsible for getting him back if he loses it."

"Enenenen!!!"

The three ghosts nodded repeatedly.

Voldemort was caught by three ghosts with a dazed expression, and then went to a corner.

"Come on! Young man, let's play mahjong!"

Voldemort trembled, who the hell is Mahjong? It's so miserable, three against one is not enough, it has to be four against one?

Zhang Xuan put the four small bottles of Guangui next to them, and then instructed.

"You send the old man back when he's done playing."

"Okay, you go to your magic class."

The old man looked at Voldemort with bright eyes, and waved to Zhang Xuan without looking back, telling him to leave quickly.

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