It is said that Dumbledore can speak more than a dozen languages and can communicate with fish-men in elf language, but he did not expect that he can even speak Chinese.
Zhang Zhiwei felt ashamed: "It's the old man. I never thought that Western Taoist friends could be proficient in Chinese. It really makes me ashamed."
Both are centenarians. They are proficient in multiple languages, but he has never learned even one. This really makes Zhang Zhiwei feel that he has still slacked off in these hundreds of years.
There is no limit to the sea of learning. After returning home, you still need to study more and learn by analogy, maybe you can gain something.
Zhang Zhiwei secretly vowed that after returning to Longhu Mountain, he would at least learn English.
Nadoutong helped them allocate beds and rooms for the late arrivals, and arranged Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu in the same room. After identifying the beds, Hu Xiuwu left his room, only to find that Zhang Lingyu did not need his translation. Zhiwei and Dumbledore had already started chatting and had a great time.
The two centenarians are in similar realms and have somewhat similar personalities. Even their bodies are tall and thin. They have the same opinions on many things.
So the conversation was very congenial and we felt like old friends at first sight.
Seeing that he was no longer needed here, Barty Crouch resigned and left. He had to go back to handle the Goblet of Fire selection work that was going to start in a few days.
Professor McGonagall also left. She was not like a principal who didn't need to attend classes. She had to go back to prepare lessons.
Her sense of responsibility does not allow her to teach students without any preparation.
Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Lingyu reunited with Nadutong, and they were no longer needed here. Hu Xiuwu planned to go out to see Deng Youfu.
He greeted Bi Youlong and told him that he wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest to visit, but unexpectedly Dumbledore happened to hear the movement.
Dumbledore stopped Hu Xiuwu and said to him: "Child, are you going to the Forbidden Forest to find your friends?"
The education he received since childhood made Hu Xiuwu respect elders like Dumbledore and said respectfully: "Yes, I heard that I have a friend who works as a guard in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. I think I want to visit him and hope to get your permission."
Dumbledore hesitated: "But there are many powerful monsters living in the Forbidden Forest, which are very dangerous. I usually strictly prohibit students from going to the Forbidden Forest. No student can wander near the Forbidden Forest."
"You have just arrived at Hogwarts and it is too dangerous to go to the Forbidden Forest unless you are like your friends."
Like my friend, which aspect was Dumbledore referring to? Is it possible...
There was some speculation in his mind, but Hu Xiuwu still promised Dumbledore: "Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore, I am just visiting my friends and will not go deep into the Forbidden Forest."
Zhang Zhiwei was also standing by to help Hu Xiuwu and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Dumbledore, just let him go. This kid Xiuwu is no longer an apprentice. According to our Eastern saying, he is already a disciple who has left the master and can be his own man." .”
With Zhang Zhiwei vouching for Hu Xiuwu's strength, Dumbledore had some confidence in Hu Xiuwu's strength. Through past legends and today's understanding, he could still trust Zhang Zhiwei's vision.
After careful consideration, Dumbledore said gently in Chinese with a heavy English accent:
"Okay, but be careful. Go to the wooden house outside the Forbidden Forest to find Hagrid. He will help you."
"That's right," Dumbledore suddenly blinked at Hu Xiuwu with a smile on his face:
"There are many magical things about Hogwarts. Don't be too anxious when you leave, just enjoy it."
"Thank you."
Really, do all seniors like to be Riddlers?
Although he was deeply distraught about the behavior of Dumbledore and Zhang Zhiwei, Hu Xiuwu was still polite and left after clasping his fists and saluting. Before going out, he asked Zhang Lingyu if he wanted to go out with them.
Zhang Lingyu was indeed a little moved, but decided to meditate and adjust her breath in the room to adjust her condition to the best and prepare for the competition.
In the end, only Hu Xiuwu left.
Going down the spiral staircase, Hu Xiuwu touched the handrail and walked in the direction he came from, and looked at the wall on his right. When he came up, he discovered that the characters in the paintings hanging on the wall of the stairs could actually move.
These portraits include men and women, old and young, not all of them are strangers, some are portraits of ordinary people.
They rested in the small world inside the oil painting, where they could immerse themselves in their own world and entertain themselves. They could also communicate with the portraits next to them and with people passing by. Just now he saw a portrait greeting Professor McGonagall.
When Hu Xiuwu was admiring the wonderful sights of Hogwarts, a portrait spotted Hu Xiuwu's unfamiliar face and curiously asked where he came from.
After hearing that he was a stranger from the far east, the portraits on one wall became excited and restless. Some even jumped out of their own frames and squeezed into the paintings near Hu Xiuwu.
The painting was of an aristocratic girl sitting in the garden, but now the umbrella in the girl's hand had been squeezed out, which made her furious, her willow eyebrows raised, and she was very angry.
The vivid expressions of the portraits really amazed Hu Xiuwu.
By keeping people's thoughts in the portrait, the time of the person in the painting remains at the moment when the portrait was made, just like a real person reborn.
However, it is a luxury to hope to bring the dead back to life after all. The thoughts of the people in these paintings have been solidified. Their thinking circuits and acting ideas are just what the artist gave them, and they are their images in the artist's mind.
Although they can leave daily memories, they cannot get any growth or change from them.
No matter how human they are, their essence is still a painting, like a mosquito in amber. No matter how lifelike it looks, it is still a dead thing.
The noisy and lively atmosphere here attracted an uninvited guest who liked this kind of environment best.
"Hahaha, look what this is, a lone Oriental. Let's approach him quietly without attracting his attention. I heard that Orientals taste fresh and tender. They can be eaten after simple processing and sprinkled with bread crumbs. "
A translucent ghost emerged from the wall on the side.
As soon as the ghost saw Hu Xiuwu and the portraits surrounding him, his eyes lit up. Like a dehydrated fish, he twisted his body crazily and excitedly started a new day with bad breath.
He hasn't seen any students for a winter vacation. No one is arguing with him or teasing him. The portraits are dull and boring. He has been bored to death for a long time.
Even those who are bored want to learn how the big stupid bear hibernates. When all his prey come back, he will give them a warm wake-up ceremony.
A portrait of a man dressed as an ancient gentleman showed a bored expression and curled his lips:
"It's Peeves again."
After the introduction of the enthusiastic portrait next to him, Hu Xiuwu had a rough idea of who this ghost-like thing floating in the air was.
His name is Peeves, and he is a nasty ghost who likes to play pranks and dirty their picture frames at every turn.
It's just that this ghost is very cunning, and many spells don't work on it. Even the professors are helpless against it, so it has been rampant in Hogwarts for nearly a thousand years.
"The Oriental is alone. How come he has been abandoned by his companions? Why don't you let Uncle Peeves comfort you?"
Peeves swam on his back in front of Hu Xiuwu, acting unscrupulously.
"Ghost? I haven't seen it before. How can one ghost trouble so many professors?"
Although the portraits recognized Peeves as a ghost, Hu Xiuwu remained skeptical.
To say that Peeves looks like a ghost, it would be better to say that he looks more like an elf.
Although there is only one word difference, it is a world of difference.
The so-called ghosts in the West are almost the same as the Yin ghosts in Eastern sayings. They are both born from the unwilling obsession of the deceased before death and coerced by the energy of Yin evil. Therefore, they are afraid of the vast light and the most powerful magic.
But the elves are different. They are dead creatures that have received the opportunity of creation and have developed spiritual intelligence and their own thinking, just like Ah Man, the prized weapon spirit in Hu Xiuwu's hands.
The elf's body is pure and pure, and the yin and yang are peaceful. Naturally, there will be no targeted techniques. Moreover, if the elf's body is not harmed, even if the elf's incarnation is destroyed, he can be reborn with a trace of spirituality in his body.
However, the formation of elves is very rare. Even Yu Jingzi in the Three Corpses Needle is not an elf. He is the snake soul of a brocade-scaled anaconda taken by Yuan Tao and forced into the Three Corpses Needle to act as a weapon spirit, so it is essentially still a spirit. A ghost still afraid of masculine spells such as thunder
Although Peeves is naughty, he is full of aura, unlike the Yin ghost who has a strong evil spirit. He is clearly an elf, not a ghost.
Seeing Hu Xiuwu standing there stupidly, turning a blind eye to his provocation, his reaction made Peeves very unhappy, and he directly used a trick.
"Hey, new guy, you haven't experienced the welcome ceremony at Hogwarts yet, right?"
"Let Mr. Peeves show you around!"
Peeves took out a few smooth balls that smelled like enlarged sheep dung eggs from behind his back, aimed them at Hu Xiuwu, and threw them out. This was something he had specially obeyed from Argus Filch, the man who opened the door. Good stuff coming over.
"Run quickly, it's a big dung egg!"
Several people in the painting immediately exclaimed and hurriedly left the nearby picture frames. Only the original owners of these picture frames also left in panic. When they ran away, they secretly prayed in their hearts to not let their homes be stained. The stench of feces and eggs.
The dung egg is a unique prank toy in England. It is an alchemy tool between a mortal object and a magic weapon. It can make the person hit by it be stained with an unpleasant odor that will not dissipate for a long time.
"Quack, quack, quack!"
Peeves laughed excitedly at the thought of Hu Xiuwu being splashed with dung eggs, intently trying to capture his embarrassing moment, but his laughter only lasted a few seconds and then stopped.
Because the few big dung eggs he threw out suddenly froze in the air for a moment, then split into two and stopped in place.
Hu Xiuwu had a sword wrapped around his hand, like a whirlpool of miniature blades. He originally wanted to take out Zhegui or the Three Corpse Needles to stop the big dung egg, but he was rejected by Aman and Yu Jingzi one after another.
I can live and die with you, but it is absolutely impossible for me to chop dung eggs.
Although the elf is difficult to deal with and has no weaknesses, he is not invincible. As long as the power exceeds his endurance limit, he can still be harmed.
Youyue·Zhanxing.
