Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 134 What a master!

They talk in English.

A man pointed at the Chinese people on the street and said, "Do they know kung fu? Just like Bruce Lee." As he said this, he took out a nunchuck from nowhere and started beating them randomly, making babbling sounds.

People next to him immediately stayed away from him to avoid getting hurt.

Someone hesitated and said: "This? It shouldn't be possible, but I think they all know kung fu, but none of them are as good as Bruce Lee."

Another person said: "I watched TV and saw a Chinese man kneading a ball of dough dozens of times. It was so thin and long, probably dozens of meters long." He gestured exaggeratedly with his hands.

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Then I looked curiously at the Chinese people coming and going, wondering if they could all do this.

This is a group of children who have been misled by China’s cultural propaganda videos.

"Hello, are you going to Potala? Someone from behind stopped them, a beautiful young man.

"Yes." someone replied.

"Are you traveling alone?" a girl asked in surprise, looking behind him to see if there were any parents there.

Harry nodded obediently: "I read about the Potala Palace from a book and was curious about it, so I came over during the summer vacation."

"How old are you this year?" a bearded man asked dissatisfiedly, feeling that his parents had gone too far. Although children are taught to be independent abroad, it is not appropriate to let such a young child travel alone in other countries.

Harry said without changing his expression: "I am 15 this year."

A boy who is about to celebrate his 12th birthday said this.

No one doubted this statement. First of all, the height issue was consistent, and he looked far more mature than an eleven-year-old naughty boy. The important thing was that they never imagined that an eleven-year-old foreign boy would travel abroad.

"I am of mixed race and grew up in China," Harry said.

They looked at Harry in surprise.

"Really? Can you speak Chinese?"

"It's as simple as me speaking English."

Then a lot of questions came to Harry.

They originally came here longing for Chinese culture, but what they saw and heard along the way made them have strange questions. Now that they have a China hand with whom they can communicate well, why are they so polite?

Harry was sweating profusely from their questions. They were all so strange, and they were obviously just normal daily life for Chinese people.

So Harry temporarily became their teacher and popularized "postures" to them.

Finally, Harry said with a smile on his face: "Also, you must remember some common sense. Every Chinese can kung fu, every Chinese can stretch noodles into tens of meters, and every dancing goddess must change

Only when they are wearing clothes can they fight, and don’t wonder why the enemy won’t attack them during the minute they change clothes, because during that time they are invincible.”

Although they didn't understand what a dancing goddess was, they thought she looked so powerful.

Seeing that someone looked confused and seemed to want to ask carefully, Harry quickly changed the subject: "I just heard that you are also going to the Potala Palace. Can I go with you?"

After walking this long, they all admired Harry for knowing everything, so they agreed one after another. Besides, they were all Chinese, and it felt so friendly to meet him abroad.

"Jessica, what do you think?" A man who was not as handsome as Harry asked a girl. He didn't really want to listen to Jessica, he was just trying to please her.

Harry had already noticed the girl named Jessica.

very beautiful.

She has big golden waves, and when the sun shines directly on her head, her blond hair is so dazzling that it blinds her eyes.

The first thing Harry saw was her hair, and then her beautiful face.

Harry had to admit that in all his years in the UK, he had rarely seen such pure blond hair without a single flaw.

Not to mention Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but there is one person whose hair is more shining than Jessica's, that is Draco Malfoy, but his hair is no longer blond, but platinum, leaning towards silver.

of light.

When everyone was rushing to ask questions, she just listened quietly.

Every small group has a central point, and this small group is Jessica. Many boys behave in front of her intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course Jessica wouldn't say she disagreed.

So after arriving at the agreed place, the group of them got on the bus they had contacted earlier.

The bus was completely different from the British rail tram. It was bumpy and squeaky. Harry didn't know how long he had not ridden on it.

The journey took several hours, and along the way they asked Harry to tell them about his life in China.

So from the legends of immortals in famous mountains in China to spicy hotpot snacks on the roadside. Five thousand years of celebrity history, anecdotes, dynasty changes, Qin Shihuang ran away with his sister-in-law, and the One Thousand and One Nights that Jing Ke and Gao Jianli had to talk about,

Weilong Spicy Tiao, Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf... Harry never knew he could speak so well.

Things that every ordinary Chinese person knows, were told by Harry in an epic book.

What he said was very exciting, and the group of British boys and girls listened with great interest, and their eyes shone.

It turns out that China is so interesting.

They have become obsessed with what Harry said about China.

The conversation along the way increased the intimacy a lot, and even the quiet Jessica started talking to Harry.

A few bad friends who had a good time with the blonde girl joked that she seemed to have a crush on Harry, and Jessica was slightly surprised.

Harry prayed silently: "Don't fall in love with me. I still have two people I haven't taken care of."

Thank you Jessica. I don’t know what Harry thinks.

Then, Harry quietly "stayed away" from Jessica and stopped playing with her without talking.

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Happy time is always short.

Although the car was slow, it still arrived.

And all the crooked nuts in the cart expressed their reluctance to part with them. The story Harry told was so interesting.

They invited Harry to play with them, but Harry refused.

I still have business to attend to.

They said goodbye to Harry one after another. Their true feelings were revealed, and the people they met on the road were always remembered deeply.

Jessica finally hugged Harry and asked quietly: "Why did you lie to them?"

Harry blurted out: "How do you know I'm not twelve yet!"

In Harry's opinion, naturally only lying about your age is considered a lie.

Jessica was stunned, then looked at Harry, who was one point taller than her, and said with difficulty: "You're not even twelve yet?!"

Harry smiled shyly but politely.

Jessica blushed: "Humph, it turns out you are the little brother."

She suddenly kissed Harry gently on the cheek: "Goodbye, little liar brother."

He immediately turned around sheepishly and returned to the team, his red ear tips reflecting his bright blond hair.

I originally came over to ask why Harry lied to them about Chinese people knowing Kung Fu, but I forgot about it.

Harry was surprised by the blonde girl's behavior. Why didn't any girl do this to me when I was in primary school in the UK?

He waved to them and left.

"Wow, Jessica, you are so proactive." The busty girl said half surprised and half exaggerated.

The blonde girl said as if she was explaining and telling them the truth: "Don't think about it. He told me just now that he is actually only twelve years old, just a child."

Sure enough, they were all surprised.

Intermittent sounds flowed faintly into Harry's ears.

Harry had already walked towards the back of the magnificent Potala Palace.

Why do you want to go to the back? Don’t you know that all the masters on TV will live in the back mountains, backyards, etc. As for why, it should be the common hobby of the masters.

The Potala Palace is truly magnificent. Standing in the huge square, Buddhist believers are constantly coming to offer incense and worship the Buddha. The red and white buildings you see when you look up are exactly the large Potala Palace that you have seen in photos in the past.

palace.

While passing through the unique buildings, a monk came over.

He bowed and said, "Donor, my master and uncle have invited you."

When Harry looked at it, he said, Oh my God, there really are no experts.

Harry asked him who his great-uncle was, but the monk just shook his head.

After walking for ten minutes, they arrived at a quiet monastery behind the main hall.

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