Chapter 405 Warning From Lady Gloves

In a magnificently decorated room, Voldemort was leaning on a soft armchair, and the fireplace not far away was gently burning with flames.

The pair of long, narrow, blood-red eyes that looked like two slits glowed with a strange color under the firelight.

Right in front of him, a magic projection was playing the first round of events.

Voldemort looked at the picture above casually and gently stroked Nagini's head.

Until Zhang Xiao stood in front of the fire dragon on the screen, with a fierce golden light rising from his body.

His eyes finally showed a hint of interest, as if he saw some prey.

When the thick electric spell knocked down the fire dragon, the remaining radiance lingered in Voldemort's eyes for a long time.

"Bella—" His cold voice echoed in the room.

"Master - you call me." Bellatrix stood up from a few chairs behind her and hurriedly walked to Voldemort's side, bending down.

Voldemort stroked Nagini: "In the church, was he the one who stopped you from killing other people?"

Bellatrix looked viciously at Zhang Xiao on the screen who was picking up the key from the dragon's neck:

"That's him, Master. He seems to know a strange spell. He also glows when he's in church, and he's very fast."

Several other Death Eaters who had been silent also recalled the scene of a golden light flashing back and forth in the church that day.

They never thought that as noble wizards, they could be killed by cold weapons.

They did not dare to make loud noises, and could only murmur their approval in low voices.

The red light in Voldemort's eyes became more and more intense. He hated geniuses, and the little wizard in front of him was undoubtedly a genius.

"Master—" Bellatrix said cautiously: "We—should we kill him?"

Kill him? Voldemort felt that all kinds of emotions were coming to his mind, making it difficult for him to think. He could only suppress the irritability in his heart, and his cold and stern voice was much louder:

"What did Umbridge and Barty say?"

Another hooded Death Eater came up and whispered:

"Master, Barty said that the plan is going very smoothly and there is nothing to do. He said that what we do now is to hide.

Umbridge——"

He paused:

"Umbridge said that the tenacity of many Muggle dignitaries is beyond imagination. They can almost get rid of the control of the Imperius Curse immediately. Some even pretend that they are under the Imperius Curse and in turn want to control her.

However, she has still found a few weak-willed people, and gradually figured out how Muggles do things.

Overall it went smoothly. "

Voldemort felt that the various turbulent emotions were getting more and more intense. He only felt that the little wizard on the magic projection who was being wildly praised by the narrator was getting more and more dazzling.

He suddenly pulled out his wand, as if he wanted to use it to pierce the head of the little wizard in the projection. A spell similar to the one in the previous projection spurted out from the tip of the wand.

The violent airflow blew away everything around him, and the terrifying curse hit the wall with the curtain, and the violent explosion sent smoke and dust flying into the sky.

The Death Eaters looked at Voldemort who was becoming more and more moody and like a madman, but they did not dare to show any signs of it.

He could only lie on the ground and tremble like a quail.

After the destruction, Voldemort felt much more comfortable. He stood up, and Nagini followed him with a terrifying hiss.

"Let's go, baby"

Voldemort murmured softly and looked back at the disappearing projection again.

How dare he have the same power as his usual magic spell, a fourth grader?

The sun shone a golden light through the window, shining on the white blackout curtain, with a hazy feeling, and fine dust was floating in the air.

It is a sense of historical vicissitudes, silently describing the ups and downs of thousands of years.

Zhang Xiao opened his eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling and the surrounding curtains.

What lingered on the tip of my nose was the 'smell of sun-baked bedding', and the spicy 'fragrance' of the potion that went straight to the brain.

Hogwarts Infirmary, my promised land

I'm back again!

Zhang Xiao turned his head and glanced at the calendar on the table. As expected, two days had passed.

Except for some physical weakness caused by being too relaxed, other aspects can be said to be good and scary.

A person who is full of energy seems to be able to do many incredible things with just one thought.

I jumped out of bed and did some chest expansion exercises. The bell hanging by the bedside started to ring on its own, but no sound was made.

When this magical bell is shaken, it causes the corresponding bell to ring in Madam Pomfrey's office.

After a while, Madam Pomfrey hurried over listening to the hem of her apron.

She frowned and gave herself a detailed examination, and finally showed a smile:

"Zhang, is recovering very well from Snape's medicine. Although I think he should put more energy into werewolf antidote and dragon pox and the like.

But his medicine was as effective as ever. "

Let Snape research wolfsbane potion? It would be better to just kill him. Zhang Xiao nodded, but suddenly remembered something:

"Madam Pomfrey, is Harry here?"

"There's someone lying on the bed next to you -" Madam Pomfrey pouted towards the bed next door. Zhang Xiao suddenly discovered that all the beds in the school infirmary had curtains drawn to indicate someone was occupied.

Is this... it's full?

Perhaps seeing Zhang Xiao's expression, Madam Pomfrey sighed helplessly:

"They are all warriors from various schools. Some of them are seriously injured. They will have to lie down until at least Christmas."

She knitted her eyebrows together and said in a very confused tone:

"I don't understand what these children are thinking. Isn't it good to live?

Why did they shout "Ula" and rush towards the fire dragon in a swarm? They seriously injured 4 people, and all of them triggered automatic protection items.

The poor dragon also had its wings and one claw broken, several of its teeth were lost, and it screamed terribly. "

Zhang Xiao opened his mouth, Mao Zi, it must be Mao Zi, and only Mao Zi can do such a thing.

"Other people - Wagadu's students are also very strange. He actually turned into an elephant and wanted to wrestle with the dragon!"

Madam Pomfrey was talking nonchalantly, as if she wanted to pour out all the dissatisfaction accumulated during this period.

In the end, she felt much better and pointed towards the next door:

"Go and have a look. His symptoms are similar to yours. He only needs to sleep for a few days."

Zhang Xiao nodded and went to visit Harry first. The savior was lying on the bed sleeping soundly.

As expected, it was almost as he thought. Harry fell into a coma due to excessive consumption. Snape's potion could be said to be the perfect solution.

The water of life and death was originally used as a powerful anesthetic, and dark wizards liked it very much.

Unexpectedly, it was only slightly weakened, but it had an extremely excellent effect of calming the mind and rejuvenating the mind.

Zhang Xiao has decided to import this excellent potion to China. This kind of excessive consumption is not uncommon in Taoist sects.

After all, once the Kongming Realm is opened, it will consume a huge amount of energy.

There was no big problem with Harry, so Zhang Xiao felt relieved and prepared to leave.

He expressed his gratitude to Madam Pomfrey seriously.

"Wait a minute-" Before leaving, Madam Pomfrey suddenly stopped him.

Under Zhang Xiao's puzzled gaze, the queen of the school infirmary, who always had a cold face, showed a gentle smile:

"Congratulations, you won first place in the first round, come on!"

Zhang Xiao was stunned, and also showed a smile:

"Thank you, ma'am."

The reaction of the little wizards was beyond his expectation. Zhang Xiao received huge applause and cheers wherever he went.

It seems that they do not regard Zhang Xiao as an outsider, but still regard him as a member of the school.

His victory was Hogwarts' victory.

In particular, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout both loudly praised Zhang's performance in class.

Even Professor McGonagall couldn't help but have a smile on her face when she saw him.

Hogwarts came in the top two in the competition, and Professor McGonagall, who regarded Hogwarts as home, was filled with pride.

As for Professor Snape, this professor's way of expressing emotions was a little different from others. He just silently gave Zhang Xiao a batch of brand new life and death water.

Zhang Xiao was greatly moved and reminded himself again that he must prepare a good Christmas gift for Professor Snape.

The real celebration took place in the Slytherin common room.

When Zhang Xiao left the infirmary and arrived at the common room in the evening, he almost thought he had walked into some party scene.

Inside was a group of extremely excited Slytherin wizards, looking at their enthusiastic expressions and red cheeks.

You can't tell at all that this is Slytherin, who is known for his ambition and calmness.

The Slytherins, who call themselves the new nobility, celebrated in their own way.

The tables in the huge Slytherin common room were covered with white cloth and placed in an orderly manner.

Many delicate pastries were placed on it, and the gold-plated multi-layer tray rotated under the influence of magic.

The jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer were not on the stage, but placed in a large bucket on the side. They got champagne from nowhere and arranged it in a pyramid with crystal goblets.

The champagne flows back and forth in these glasses, which looks very stylish.

They set off some fireworks, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air.

These young wizards, most of whom have received elite education, use their own talents. Some of them cast magic on their instruments so that they can play the perfect background music for the cocktail party.

Those who are good at painting painted a lot of celebration paintings, such as the scene where Zhang Xiao holds a golden egg in one hand and sits lazily on a wooden chair turned into a treasure chest.

In the painting, Zhang Xiao flipped his hair from time to time and made a scornful expression, looking at everyone with contempt.

Zhang Xiao could swear that he never did such a move.

There is also a picture of Malfoy holding the golden egg in the air with both hands, and behind him are other teammates holding their hands together and pressing them against their chests.

Ron, Hermione, and Neville in the painting almost turned into starry eyes, looking at Malfoy with expressions of admiration.

In short

This is Slytherin's victory!

With a perfect smile, Zhang Xiao dealt with the little wizards who came to congratulate him, picked up the plate, found what he liked and ate it.

I was really hungry after lying in bed for two days.

Malfoy put one hand behind his back, holding the crystal bottle in his hand, and kept shaking the red wine in the glass.

"La Romanee-Conti, I got it from my father, with a little trick - it tastes great."

Xiao Ma lowered his head and took a deep sniff, and couldn't help but admire:

"Rich and lasting aroma, delicate and mellow, delicate and powerful tannins, balanced and condensed, velvety texture, smooth and elegant.

You should try it, I know that Chinese people all drink white wine."

Zhang Xiao could see that Mr. Ma really understood, he seemed to have told him that he wanted to learn wine tasting before.

Zhang Xiao was different, he only liked Queer grape juice.

Took a wine glass from the floating plate, sniffed it, and smelled nothing except the smell of red wine.

"By the way, because you went to the hospital, you missed the notification of the following project. The second project will be held in three months."

Zhang Xiao nodded, raised his head and took a sip, smacked his lips, and couldn't get used to it.

"Where is the golden egg? Is the golden egg a clue?"

"No--" Malfoy shook his head, with confusion and thinking on his face:

"Professor McGonagall just said that the function of the golden egg will be announced when the time comes, and it cannot be opened before then.

We tried various ways, and it really can't be opened."

So, Zhang Xiao touched his chin, thinking it was a clue or something, maybe it still needs to be placed in water to be heard.

But it has changed its purpose, but it's no wonder that the first round of the game has become a mess.

I just didn't expect what kind of game the second level would be.

But looking at the difficulty of the first level, the difficulty of the second level will only be higher than the original book.

Zhang Xiao understood, put aside the matter of the golden egg, and asked another question he was more concerned about:

"Did you go to the Room of Requirement?"

"Room of Requirement? No, why go there?"

Malfoy asked back in confusion, and Zhang Xiao realized that he was the only one who knew about the glove lady.

Several little wizards thought that some big guy was secretly teaching them this way, and they all guessed Dumbledore.

Of course I won't go to the Room of Requirement to thank Lady Gloves. Er - Lady Gloves told me not to reveal my identity.

It seems that I can only go there by myself. It just so happens that the magic projection discs of the first round of the game should have come out.

Bring it to Lady Gloves to see so that she knows that it is not in vain.

After waiting for a day, Zhang Xiao finally used his identity as a warrior to get the discs of the game from Professor McGonagall.

It was still the luxurious bedroom. Lady Gloves was not in the projection room where she stayed for a long time, but quietly floated above the sofa.

It seemed that an elegant lady was sitting there waiting for the arrival of guests.

The first sentence of the meeting made Zhang Xiao, who had not had time to speak, look serious.

"Someone came to the Room of Requirement on the day of the game, which is the secret room where things are hidden."

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommendation ticket

Alas, repeated high fever, 40 degrees, the hospital said that the purulent tonsillitis would not subside, and the high fever would not subside. It was quite a toss.