Chapter 375: Dao Sect Appears

The lightning-struck wooden wand was vibrating, the blood was boiling, and the golden light was shining.

The people around Zhang Xiao had already run away. Standing next to Zhang, he only felt the tingling pain on his exposed skin.

It's like invisible needles pricking me constantly.

Only Xiao Ma still stood there and asked tremblingly:

"Zhang Zhang. What's wrong with you?"

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the professors. The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared. He strode away from the little wizard, walked to Zhang Xiao, and gently put his hand on his shoulder. Go up and say in a low voice:

"Zhang, although I don't know why you want to kill the other party so strongly, even a barbarian knows not to attack the guests who come to his banquet.

When they stand here, it is a covenant that the five continents and all magic schools abide by - that is, safety is guaranteed. "

Dumbledore didn't say much because he thought Zhang should understand.

The wand disappeared again, the golden light gradually dissipated, and the tingling feeling like a ray of light on the back also disappeared.

Zhang Xiao nodded and let out a sigh of relief:

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, I understand."

Uncle Deng is right, in such a formal occasion, it is indeed forbidden to do anything.

Is there a chance? There are many. I didn't know there was an Onmyoji before, but now I know it, it's different.

Dumbledore came to the front again, and the people from the magic house had lined up and bowed deeply to Dumbledore.

Just as their secular government is subservient to the United States, the Magic Office is very deferential to the British Ministry of Magic, which occupies a leading position in the wizarding world.

Otherwise, Greengrass and Fudge would not have believed the records of the Magic House so easily.

In their opinion, the magic house is as submissive as a son, so how could he lie to his father?

"Your Excellency Dumbledore, I am Ono Daofeng, the president of the magic house, and I have long admired my name."

An old man, also wearing a golden robe, stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Dumbledore once again used the standard lines he had said 6 times:

"Welcome, welcome to everyone at the magic place."

Malfoy came back carefully and asked with lingering fear:

"Zhang, what happened to you just now?"

Zhang Xiao has fully recovered. He just suddenly saw Onmyoji, and his emotions were aroused.

At this moment, I even had the time to listen to the people at the magic house chatting with Dumbledore in native English.

"Well - I saw something I didn't want to see, and I was a little angry."

"Just angry?" Malfoy shook his head to express disbelief. He gestured: "Do you know how scary it is? It's like an ice cube. The surrounding area has dropped several degrees. It's very cold, and the coldness is not physical. Yes, from the heart.

Look-"

Malfoy rolled up his sleeves and showed him the goosebumps that had not gone away:

"I feel like someone is pricking me with a needle when I'm around you."

The magic office over there had finished their greetings. They lined up neatly in two lines, followed the president step by step, and walked towards the auditorium.

Zhang Xiao's eyes were fixed on the one at the front, 'Akina Nakamori', Onmyoji. Since his father said that the Onmyoji tradition had been destroyed, it would definitely be destroyed.

To destroy an orthodoxy is not simply to rush into the sect and finish the job. It is really impossible to let go of the method of cooperating with divination and calculation.

So the appearance of this Onmyoji is very strange.

Professor McGonagall looked at the time and asked in a low voice:

"Dumbledore, it's already eight o'clock. When will the last school come? The students are still hungry."

Indeed, at this point, the little wizard would have already had his meal and should be doing homework or resting in a soft chair by the fireplace.

At this moment, these little wizards were beginning to get irritable. They were rubbing their bellies, kicking the stone slabs under their feet, complaining about being cold and hungry.

Dumbledore glanced back at the formation of young wizards. Zhang was right, I'm afraid they really wouldn't be able to come.

"Come on, Minerva, let the students go to the Great Hall to prepare for the banquet."

Listening to the greetings of the prefects and professors, Zhang Xiao sighed softly, although he knew rationally that they would not be able to come.

But there is always a bit of unrealistic fantasy.

I glanced at the sky and saw that it was the east.

If you don’t want to come, don’t come. It’s enough for me alone!

Zhang Xiao shook his robe and prepared to follow the crowd to the auditorium.

"Dudu - Dudu -"

The Qiankun bag trembled slightly, Zhang Xiao took out his telescope, and as soon as he turned it on, he heard his father Zhang Chengdao's voice:

"Xiaoxiao, take a good look later, Daomen's appearance will be very handsome!"

Zhang Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, as if responding to something.

In the boundless night sky, the wind and clouds surged, and large tracts of clouds gathered in the sky, forming a continuous sheet that covered the sky and the moon.

This sudden vision stopped the little wizards heading to the auditorium.

"Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall showed a rare hint of nervousness because the movement was a bit too loud.

Even if it was magic, she had never seen the power that could instantly gather such a large cloud.

Dumbledore once created the fog that enveloped most of the city. In McGonagall's opinion, it was magic beyond imagination.

The clouds here are endless!

"They are coming -" A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, and his blue eyes looked at the sky:

"Minerva, the last mystery school - from the East. Well, I still don't know what the school is called."

The students at the magic institute also raised their heads in astonishment. They whispered and quickly communicated in Japanese:

"Is this celestial magic?"

"With such a huge power, I wonder if the world's greatest person, the wizard's flaming phoenix, Mr. Dumbledore, can achieve it?"

Among the clouds in the sky, a beam of light suddenly pierced the clouds, and then the clouds rolled and parted on both sides.

A majestic and huge palace is located in the clouds, with thousands of auspicious auras, the sky is filled with rays of light, and the faint figures appear in the clouds.

There is a golden dragon circling and flying on the left, and a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring on the right. It is like a fairy!

Zhang Xiao stared at this scene with his mouth wide open, the excitement and shock in his heart was indescribable - even though this hall looked very much like the Tianshi Mansion.

How? Such a method!

The little wizards couldn't understand what fairy energy was, but that didn't stop them from being intoxicated by this sight they had never seen before.

"Zhang, is this the Heavenly Palace?"

After all, it was Malfoy who had been studying Chinese for two and a half years. He pointed at the palace in the sky and murmured.

What was even more surprising than Malfoy was the magic house that also fell within the scope of Chinese culture.

"Heavenly Palace?" "Immortal?" "Such a gorgeous scene, immortal descended to earth?"

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Zhang Xiao finally understood what his father said he would be handsome.

First, a figure came to the huge door in front of the palace and jumped.

It turned into a stream of light and shot straight down, and behind him, dozens of streams of light followed.

Like the most gorgeous fireworks, leaving clear traces in the night sky!

That's sword light!

Thousands of meters above the high school, a group of Taoist disciples wearing thin Taoist robes sniffed and worked hard to maintain several weird-looking huge glazed mirrors.

"Master, are you okay? It's too cold!"

The short, chubby Taoist slowly and little by little reached the edge of the clouds, revealing one eye and looking down.

I just feel dizzy and my feet are weak:

"Ouch, too high, too high."

The disciple with two runny noses laughed loudly;

"Hahahahahaha, master, you're afraid of heights and you're still blocking this job. Aren't you asking for trouble?"

The short and fat Taoist shook his sleeves, sat on the clouds, and said angrily:

"You know nothing! The old Celestial Master has no plans left. He said that he would give the little Celestial Master the strongest backer in the world, and he wanted the little Celestial Master to gather the popularity of the people in the world. This means that doing this will definitely be of great use in the future!

So we have to do this well!

Maybe if the Heavenly Master does this, he will save us in the future?

Just do what the old man tells you and don't think about what you have or don't have, you know? "

"I understand, master, ah sneeze!"

The short and fat Taoist then remembered something and slapped his head:

"That's almost it, call it a day! Let's go back! There are still a lot of things to do over there in China."

In the sky, the separated clouds slowly closed again, and the huge palace like a fairyland disappeared.

Only dozens of bright streams of light shot towards the ground, and landed on the ground of Hogwarts in just a moment.

The president of the magic house suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth, but there was only a grunt from his throat.

As several countries close to China, you may not know who has the highest authority in your country, but you cannot help but know who has the final say in the extraordinary world of East Asia.

Go out and ask around, who doesn't know that when the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, China's Taoist Gate, stamps his feet, the ground in East Asia will tremble three times?

It was the Heavenly Master who came in person!

He hurriedly greeted the students:

"Hurry! Come with me to see the Heavenly Master!"

"Hahahahaha, Principal Deng, we meet again!" Zhang Cunyi put his hands behind his back and greeted Dumbledore with a smile.

Dumbledore also smiled and nodded:

"Mr. Zhang, long time no see."

Zhang Xiao felt like he was about to burst into tears because he saw his father and mother with slightly tired faces in the crowd.

At this moment, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu were following behind the Heavenly Master, and Zhang Chengdao even greeted him with a wink.

Judging by the shape of his mouth, he said, "Are you surprised or surprised?"

surprise! Accident!

Zhang Xiao nodded vigorously. Malfoy beside him had not yet recovered from his shocking appearance.

The young wizards were also discussing enthusiastically the shocking palace above the sky just now, as well as the Taoist gate that suddenly appeared at this moment.

Is this the power behind Zhang?

Except for Dumbledore, it was the first time that the remaining staff at Hogwarts truly realized the power behind Zhang.

After having this understanding, whether it was Professor McGonagall, Flitwick or Snape, they suddenly realized that Zhang was really too humble.

In my daily life, I don't have that kind of commanding and condescending attitude at all.

Especially those extreme pure-bloods from Slytherin who would like to sew their family backgrounds on their clothes, and let others see their 'prominent' family backgrounds wherever they go.

In such a comparison, Zhang is even better!

If those extreme pure-blood families had this kind of power, wouldn't they declare that the Ministry of Magic was run by their own family?

It’s you! Malfoy in the original book!

Zhang Xiao couldn't hold it in any longer, separated from the crowd and ran up. He first greeted each of his uncles and elders politely, and then asked in a low voice:

"Mom and Dad, didn't you say you were busy in China? You couldn't spare any help, so why did you all come here?"

Li Qingshu touched Zhang Xiao's head and smiled gently:

"Yes, it was very busy, but the old Taoist said we couldn't not go, we had to support Xiao Xiao, so we hurried over."

"Yes, it was a lot of trouble. We have to go back after dinner. The situation in China is indeed getting worse and worse. It's really strange. Why doesn't the wizard world have this situation?"

Zhang Chengdao took over the conversation. He has been running around in various places in China for the past year. He was exhausted and miserable.

"No more talking. How are you doing recently?" Zhang Chengdao touched his head, very free and easy, and directly threw his worries aside.

"It's fine, but I miss you guys."

This sentence made Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu silent. They sighed softly and could only pat their children with a forced smile:

"It's almost time. You will graduate in 3 years. When you want to go home, you can go home. When you want to go out, you can go out. Your grandfather said that there is no need to restrict you. You have your own way."

"Oh, by the way, Dad, what was in the sky just now? Is it the Taoist flying magic weapon? And when you flew down."

"Ah, that was actually an illusion. How much effort would it take to really move the Shangqing Palace of our Tianshi Mansion?

Anyway, it's just a face-saving effort. It just needs to look grand-" Zhang Chengdao searched in his Qiankun bag for a while and took out a very mini sword.

The style is simple and looks like a bronze sword. The blade flashes and looks very sharp.

"This is for you." Zhang Chengdao stuffed the small sword into his son's hand and said mysteriously, "Guess what this is?"

Zhang Xiao flipped through it for a while and found it was something similar to a toy, not even as big as a palm, and it was quite suitable as a fruit knife.

"Xiaoxiao, didn't you tell your parents about flying with a sword before? Your grandpa made this for you--

It just so happened that some time ago, there was something to deal with in Taiwan, and Dad also met a person who said he wanted to make a Legend of Sword and Fairy, and showed me a lot of information about their designs.

I thought it was very interesting, so I told your grandpa."

Zhang Chengdao talked endlessly, "But it still has the same problem, the wind is too strong, it is quite flexible, and the speed is also quite fast, but it is indeed very cold when flying, and it can't fly too high."

Zhang Xiao had completely ignored his father's words, he just turned over and over the small sword in his hand.

There were only a few words rolling back and forth in his mind, flying a sword! Flying!

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