Lu Jin was a close friend of Tianshi, and Zhang Lingyu had received him many times on Longhu Mountain.
Unexpectedly, such a handsome, free-spirited, fashionable and uninhibited old man would have such a dark history.
Zhang Lingyu wanted to laugh a little, but felt that laughing would disrespect his senior, so he suppressed his laughter, which made his face look weird, as if he was laughing and crying.
Hu Xiuwu told this story, naturally, not to tease Lu Jin for no reason, but to enlighten Zhang Lingyu:
"I don't know what happened to you in the past to make you feel sorry for yourself here."
"But I want to tell you that the Celestial Master will not care about these things. My master once said that the Celestial Master in his youth seemed to be peaceful and free-spirited, but in fact he was most arrogant and rude. He was kind to others purely because He didn't say that people in the world take it seriously, even if you scold him in front of him, he won't take it to heart and will only feel sorry for you."
"It's like a grub who doesn't eat anything other than Wutong, Lianshi, or Liquan. In fact, there is no shadow of owl in his eyes at all."
"The so-called reputation is just a cloud to him. He soars in the sky, and the criticism on the ground cannot touch him."
"If being a turtle rolling in the mire makes him happy, the master will not care about other people's opinions. He will just swim freely in the mire and enjoy the sunshine and mud."
"So from beginning to end, the only one you can't let go of is yourself."
Zhang Lingyu lowered his head and said nothing. In fact, he didn't understand what Hu Xiuwu said, but although he knew it in his heart, he could never get over the hurdle in his heart.
Looking at Zhang Lingyu's frown, Hu Xiuwu knew that even though he talked for a long time, he could not completely dispel Zhang Lingyu's concerns.
Without cheating or cheating, it is simply unrealistic to try to open up someone's heart with just a few words.
Seeing Zhang Lingyu's frown getting deeper and deeper, the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows almost disappearing, Hu Xiuwu was worried that he was getting into trouble, so he changed the subject:
"Potions class is about to begin. Aren't you curious about this class? Go and have a look."
With a translator, you no longer have to worry about not understanding the teacher.
Zhang Lingyu really wanted to go out and take a breath: "Okay, I'm also very interested in Western methods of refining medicine."
After clearing the books on the bed, Zhang Lingyu carried the potions book on her back and followed Hu Xiuwu to attend the potions class.
Snape, the Potions professor, was cold-faced and warm-hearted, not as enthusiastic as Professor McGonagall. He acted as if he hadn't seen the two of them and continued to teach at his own pace.
But during the actual operation, it was discovered that the two of them did not even have a crucible. Professor Snape would look at the two of them with a cold face and provide them with two old crucibles, as well as various measuring tools and protective gear. .
In one class, a basic potion was taught, but it was also an eye-opener for Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu.
The classes are over, and there is only one last task left today.
Sign up for the Goblet of Fire, put your name into the Goblet of Fire, sign a contract with the Goblet of Fire, and complete the formal registration ceremony.
After coming out of the Potions classroom in the basement, the two also stopped by the auditorium, planning to compete.
It's not lunch time yet, but there are already many students in the auditorium gathered in groups outside the Goblet of Fire, talking and laughing. It's very lively. The Goblet of Fire is still very attractive to students.
Different from last night, there was a circle of runes engraved on the ground outside the Goblet of Fire. The rune ring was filled with clouds, like the rings of Saturn.
Zhang Lingyu asked: "What is that?"
Hu Xiuwu didn't know either. He could guess a rough function of the Eastern runes, but he didn't know much about the Western runes.
"It's an age ring, set up by Dumbledore to prevent students under the age of seventeen from signing up for the Goblet of Fire."
The person who answered Zhang Lingyu's question was not Hu Xiuwu, or even a man's voice. It was a female voice. The voice was confident and somewhat aggressive, making people feel that this girl seemed unfriendly.
At least that's what Zhang Lingyu thought. When he turned around, what he saw was a man holding a thick book.
A petite and cute girl wearing Gryffindor house uniform.
Hermione greeted generously: "Hello, I am Hermione Granger, a fourth-year student of Gryffindor College."
Zhang Lingyu was stunned for a moment, then said in English stumblingly: "I am, Zhang Lingyu."
Then he bowed solemnly,
His character was so serious that he was a bit old-fashioned. Such a solemn return gift made Hermione a little overwhelmed. Her face was slightly red, and she made a flustered curtsey.
Hu Xiuwu explained to Zhang Lingyu: "Sorry, he doesn't understand English and can only communicate with Behemoth's alchemy tool."
Only then did Hermione notice that there was a black earphone hanging on Zhang Lingyu's ear that was covered by her long hair.
Not only that, there was also a red-haired boy and a black-haired boy with round eyes standing next to her.
Hu Xiuwu knew them and greeted them warmly: "Harry, you're here too. I'm sorry that you left before finishing the conversation last time."
Harry didn't care about this little thing. At the same time, he also knew that they were all Orientals who had just arrived at Hogwarts and did not know Zhang Qiu.
He also learned about the origins of Hu Xiuwu and the others from Hagrid, and Hu Xiuwu's performance at the dinner also greatly increased his liking for Hu Xiuwu, and he also admired his magic skills. Even without Zhang Qiu, He is also willing to make a friend with Hu Xiuwu:
"Hagrid asked me to tell you that he hopes to have a drink with you again another day and that he will make some more rock cakes."
Just talking about rock cakes made Harry feel a little toothache, so he quickly changed the topic and introduced his friend to Hu Xiuwu:
"This is Hermione, you already know me. This is my friend Ron Weiss."
"Hi!"
Ron greeted Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu with some restraint.
Hermione would be more generous, or more outgoing: "Are you all here to participate in the Goblet of Fire?"
Hu Xiuwu shook his head: "No, I'm not. The person next to me is. This person is a master disciple of Longhu Mountain."
When mentioning the matter of registration, Zhang Lingyu remembered that there was still business to do: "Senior brother, I'm going to register first. Tell them for me."
"Easy to say."
Zhang Lingyu took out the note with his name that he had prepared long ago, easily crossed the age circle, threw his name into the flames contained in the Goblet of Fire, and was swallowed by the flames.
Ron on the side looked at this scene with envy. If he wasn't interested in the Goblet of Fire, why would he be hanging around the Goblet of Fire.
Ron watched eagerly as Zhang Lingyu threw his name into the Goblet of Fire. The envy in his eyes was already overflowing, and he wished he could take his place instead: "That's great. I wish I could throw my name in too."
Imagine that by becoming a Hogwarts warrior, you can become a hero in the eyes of everyone, and enjoy the star treatment just like Harry.
Wes Lai has many children in his family. Ron is neither the eldest, nor the youngest, nor the best. Even if he is naughty, he is not as innovative as the Wes Lai brothers. He has always been the most neglected one in the family, so he Most eager to be the center of attention.
Hermione poured cold water on him directly: "Even if there is no age limit, you can't become a Hogwarts warrior."
Ron was unconvinced: "Why?"
Hermione said: "Do you think you are more popular than Harry, or more powerful than Cedric Diggory, who just put his name in, not counting the two of them, and Hufflepuff's Ernie Macmillan? Jay Davis??????”
In one breath, she named more than ten classmates who often ranked high in previous assessments. Some were in the same grade as them, and some were seniors one level above them.
Ron sounded familiar and curled his lips: "The Goblet of Fire doesn't only look for students with good grades."
Hermione was very dissatisfied with the tough-talking Ron: "Then what do you think the Goblet of Fire relies on to select warriors?"
"Sacrifice and loyalty."
Hu Xiuwu on the side suddenly spoke.
