HP North Star's Radiance

As soon as he woke up, he complained, "My neck is about to break!"

“Miss Burst!” A woman in a blue suit and long hair tied up in a low ponytail waved to them. “Hello, hello, please use this passage.”

Millison pulled out all the materials needed by the group at once, leaving the Chinese Muggle staff somewhat bewildered, sorting through them for a long time.

While he was at it, Praris looked at the Chinese Muggles coming and going and noticed that they all seemed to be "colorful," and each of them was dressed in clothes that were almost completely different from the others.

“They won’t find it strange if we wear whatever we want, right?” Praris suddenly asked.

Wang Wenwen didn't react at first, then followed her gaze to the Muggle and couldn't help but laugh: "That's right, this one..."

“Prince,” Praris said.

"Prince?" Wang Wenwen looked puzzled.

Milison quickly said, "Wang, Prince is a surname."

“I’m sorry, Miss Prince,” Wang Wenwen apologized very politely to Prince. “Especially since you’re from abroad, foreigners can wear whatever they want—as long as they wear it. In China, ordinary people would consider it a local feature or a new fashion trend.”

In China, wizards refer to Muggles as "ordinary people".

“Chinese Muggles—the acceptance rate among ordinary people is so high!” Grace’s eyes sparkled as she peered in curiously.

Praris then pointed to the staff member and said, "But she heard everything, is that alright?"

“No problem,” the staff member said with a friendly smile. “My daughter is a witch, which is how I got this job.”

“Wizards don’t come all the time, so what do you do in your spare time?” Praris asked again.

The staff member shook his head as he stamped the document: "I'm like a brick; I'll be moved wherever I'm needed."

The Chinese Muggle analogy was so funny that it made the group of British wizards laugh.

“Your English is excellent,” Astoria complimented, immediately understanding what the staff member meant.

The staff member proudly said, "We Shanghainese all speak very good English!"

After completing the formalities at Pudong Airport, Wang Wenwen led them to the hotel for check-in. It was said to be a special hotel; foreign sorcerers who entered China through legitimate channels were only allowed to stay in a few qualified hotels.

The hotel offers its own meals, each priced from a few pence to around a pound. But before eating, they need to exchange some Chinese Muggle currency. Wang Wenwen said, "We use the same currency as the Muggles."

“Chinese wizards and Muggles don’t seem to have much disagreement,” Praris asked astutely.

“Of course,” Wang Wenwen said with a smile. “Besides wizards, we have many other magical legends. Ordinary people respect those with magical powers, and now we are breaking down feudal superstitions.”

Praris then asked, "If they are not afraid, why do they seem to know you?"

“Restricted freedom is true freedom,” Wang Wenwen replied calmly. “Separating ordinary people from wizards is both a restriction and a protection. This applies not only to wizards but also to some genuine Taoist priests.”

“We have our own units, and we have seats for our representatives at meetings. We can put forward proposals at meetings to fight for our rights without having to resort to violence.”

Wang Wenwen only briefly mentioned it and did not delve further into the topic. This is a sensitive subject and not suitable for extensive discussion.

Next, Wang Wenwen took them to try Shanghai glutinous rice balls on Nanjing Road, which are a type of food called fried dough sticks wrapped in white glutinous rice.

“You British people must like sweet things,” Wenwen said, and asked the shopkeeper to add a lot of white sugar.

It had a soft, chewy exterior and a crispy interior, which tasted great. Praris and the others really liked it.

After dinner, Wang planned to take them to China's "Diagon Alley," a place called "Shenji Alley."

“Only through depth can one understand the aspirations of the world; only through subtlety can one accomplish the affairs of the world.” Wang Wenwen recited an ancient Chinese saying. “Deep means profound. Subtlety means meticulous.”

“I didn’t understand,” Milison said frankly, “but it sounded impressive.”

Wang Wenwen gave a helpless yet reserved smile.

Praris was still pondering when Milison nudged her and said with a grin, "Give up. Last time, when Wang introduced Yuyuan to us, he explained for a long time but we still couldn't understand what 'yu' meant. I know it's probably mysterious and powerful, but in the end we could only accept that it's safe."

Chinese culture was too difficult to understand, so Praris had no choice but to give up. The only one who could understand it even a little was the alchemist Draco, who suppressed a smile and tried to say in a nonchalant tone, "Just think of it as profound and subtle."

The surface of the alleyway is a café, which is under a banishing spell and can only be seen by true wizards.

Millison exclaimed excitedly, "I bumped into a Muggle who wandered in last time, it was so much fun!"

"How can this be fun?" Pansy was completely baffled.

Wang Wenwen's perfect smile finally began to crack, and she repeatedly explained, "That was just an accident."

"That's fun!" Milison exclaimed excitedly. "They don't even have to forget everything!"

Millison was traveling with guests from the Quidditch match when, unexpectedly, some Muggles followed them in.

Faced with this unexpected situation, both the commentators and the invited guests were very nervous—after all, this is China.

"Ah, welcome to our barista (a string of very perfunctory English that even the British wouldn't understand)!" the barista said to the ordinary man in a gentle voice, yet with a hint of unquestionable certainty. "—Do you have a reservation?"

"Oh, no," the somewhat introverted ordinary person said awkwardly. "Can't we order now?"

The barista gave a somewhat forced yet regretful smile and said, "Oh, I'm very sorry, we operate on a reservation and membership basis, only accepting visits from friends and friends referred by friends. We are not open to the public for visits at the moment!"

Ordinary people leave feeling helpless and embarrassed.

"No, no, no!" Wang Wenwen was exhausted and tried to explain, "He was joking! It still needs to be dealt with! Ah—I mean, someone will handle it afterwards, and they will rationalize the memory of an ordinary person, making him unwilling to recall such an embarrassing memory."

Praris suddenly realized: "That's indeed an interesting and good idea! Reasonably persuade the other party to leave, and deal with it afterward—Wang, that's brilliant!"

Despite receiving praise from the British wizard, Wang Wenwen felt no joy whatsoever. So much so that when she brought people into the coffee shop this time, she couldn't help but look back to see if any ordinary people were following her, appearing somewhat furtive.

"What are you doing?" the barista called out.

Wang Wenwen said in a sarcastic tone in Chinese, "Bring your friends and friends introduced by your friends!"

She led Praris and the others towards the stairs behind the bar, where a yellow sign read "Interior Only, No Outsiders Allowed." They walked around the sign and reached the corner of the stairs, where a tall, circular mirror stood.

Wang Wenwen placed her hand on it, and the mirror surface immediately rippled like water: "You can go in now."

"Don't you use wands?" Praris asked.

“You can use it or not,” Wang Wenwen explained patiently. “For us, it’s just a tool to concentrate our power. We were taught in our student days that we can use magic well whether we have a wand or not.”

Passing through the shimmering mirror, a completely different world unfolds: stone-paved streets lined with quaint lanes, and Chinese shamans dressed in distinctly Chinese clothing.

“Our wizards wear clothes from various dynasties and ethnic groups,” Wang Wenwen explained. “It’s fine to dress according to everyone’s preferences, but the school will have uniform dress requirements.”

Wang Wenwen mentioned the school, but did not elaborate on the details.

Milison whispered to Praris, "Chinese wizarding schools are not open to the public—in the words of Chinese wizards, they are more important than their own eyes."

There are many shops in Shenji Alley, and the closest one to them is "Ruomu Zhai".

“In the east there is the Ruomu tree, in the west the Fusang tree.” Wang Wenwen seemed to be a very learned witch. She tried to use words that British wizards could understand, “The Ruomu tree is a magical tree in Chinese mythology that is related to the sun.”

Pansy was very interested in the Chinese wands: "We're not going to start our wizarding careers, can we still visit?"

"Of course," Wang Wenwen said with a gentle smile. "All guests are welcome."

The owner of Ruomu Zhai was an old wizard with gray hair, skin as smooth as tree bark, and eyebrows and a beard as long as his. There was also a young girl in the shop, his granddaughter.

When the old wizard learned of the foreigners' purpose, he warmly welcomed them and had his granddaughter make tea for the guests.

“Every country’s wand,” he said slowly, “has its own unique characteristics. Some you’ve seen before, and some you haven’t.”

Wang Wenwen translated the old wizard's words to the British wizard.

Upon hearing this, Pansy pointed to one of them: "I know, this is peach wood."

Wang Wenwen translated Pansy's words to the old wizard, who laughed and said, "That's right, good eye, this is peach wood. The Yellow Emperor's Book records that peach wood can ward off evil spirits. Chinese peach wood has the ability to ward off evil spirits, and its users are usually upright, so it has a relatively strong power against ghosts."

Pansy's cooperation greatly intrigued the old wizard, who opened another box and asked Pansy to guess. This time, Pansy couldn't guess, but the wizard wasn't disappointed.

"This is locust wood, which is also known as ghost wood," the old shaman said slowly. "Locust wood is connected to the yin and has a spirit. In the story of Nanke, there is a country called Dahuaian. Its users are spiritual, talented, and easy to understand. They are also close to all spiritual beings—trees, living beings, and even ghosts."

This was knowledge that the British wizards had never heard of before, something they could only learn by coming to China. Everyone gathered around the old wizard, listening with increasing curiosity.

"This is paulownia wood." The old wizard took out the special wand. "The phoenix cries out on that high hill; the paulownia grows in the morning sun. The paulownia is the tree where the phoenix perches. Its user is upright, patient, and resolute, and can use fire-related magic very well. The owner chosen by the paulownia is destined to achieve great things, or at least be exceptionally talented."

"This is lightning-struck wood—this piece is jujube wood struck by lightning. Lightning-struck wood has the same power to ward off evil as peach wood, and is even stronger. If the owner of lightning-struck wood uses lightning-related magic well, it is very effective against ghosts. Its owner is indomitable and does not easily give in to difficulties."

"This is……"

For about an hour or two, several British wizards lingered there listening to the old wizard tell stories. The old wizard became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and the British people listened with increasing enthusiasm, even clapping, creating a joyful atmosphere.

The only one who got hurt was translator Wang Wenwen, who had to explain a lot of classical Chinese texts and was exhausted.

Emerging from Ruomu Zhai, Wang Wenwen felt as if she had seen the light of day again.

"That's fantastic!" Milison exclaimed excitedly. "I didn't encounter anything this interesting last time I came here—I definitely should come to China again!"

Pansy was also very happy. Upon learning that it was the Easter holiday in Britain, the old wizard Mr. Wu gave her a peach wood plaque, saying it was a Chinese "peach charm" that had the power to ward off evil spirits.

Mr. Wu waved his hands repeatedly: "Resurrection is not good! Not good!"

Slytherin's China Trip Part 2

After leaving Ruomu Zhai, at Draco's request, we entered a shop called "Duobao Lou," a Chinese wizard's everyday version of "Bogin-Bock," filled with all sorts of Chinese magical items, none of which involved dark magic.

The owner was an elderly woman with white hair, which was meticulously styled. She wore a white silk cheongsam, gold-rimmed glasses with chains, and gold-based white jade earrings. She had a kind smile.

The boss asked in fluent English, "Welcome to Shanghai. What would you like to see?"

“We want to buy some gifts to take back to England.” Pansy’s shopping radar went off. “Lia, get some pretty things for your sister!”

Astoria was still touching this and that when she heard Pansy's words, she immediately looked up: "Yes, and Duffy too!"

"May I ask your name?" Praris was the only one who remembered this.

The boss smiled and said, "My surname is Zhang."

“We have a classmate whose last name is also Zhang.” Praris recalled something. “Her name is Qiu Zhang. She wore a dress similar to yours at the dance. She’s a beautiful and kind girl.”

Praliss didn't have many memories of Cho, only that she once advised others not to criticize Harry and comforted Cedric after he lost his father.

"This is a Chinese cheongsam," the old lady said with a smile. "Oh my, then we were one family five hundred years ago!"

"Really?" Draco asked, somewhat dumbfounded. "How do you know about things from five hundred years ago?"

"Draco!" Praris covered her face.

That sounds like just being polite!

Wang Wenwen couldn't help but laugh, but she still tried to smooth things over for Draco: "Because China's history of five thousand years has never been interrupted, as long as we trace back, we will always have the same ancestors."

"Five thousand years—"

The foreign wizards were very surprised. It was already remarkable for their schools to have a history of a thousand years, but China actually had a history of five thousand years.