One person ascends to the Pure Huang Court

“Is this the Heavenly Master?”

Dumbledore said in broken Chinese.

Chapter 229 A mixture of humans and ghosts

It is said that Dumbledore knows more than a dozen languages ​​and can communicate with murlocs in goblin language, but no one expected that he could even speak Chinese.

Zhang Zhiwei was ashamed: "It is me who is old. I never thought that fellow Taoists from the West could be proficient in Chinese. It really makes me ashamed."

Although both of them are over a hundred years old, the other person is proficient in many languages, while he has not even learned one. This really makes Zhang Zhiwei feel that he has been slacking off in the past hundred years.

There is no end to learning. After returning, you still need to learn more and apply what you have learned to other areas. Maybe you will gain something.

Zhang Zhiwei secretly vowed that after returning to Longhu Mountain, he would at least learn English.

Nadutong helped those latecomers to assign beds and rooms, and put Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu in the same room. After identifying their beds, Hu Xiuwu left his room, but found that Zhang Zhiwei and Dumbledore had already started chatting without his translation, and they were having a very pleasant conversation.

The two centenarians are in similar realms and have similar personalities. They are both tall and thin, and have the same views on many things.

So the conversation was very speculative and we hit it off right away.

Seeing that he was no longer needed here, Barty Crouch took his leave. He had to go back to deal with the Goblet of Fire selection work that would begin in a few days.

Professor McGonagall also left. She didn't seem like some headmistress who didn't need to teach. 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 had reunited with Nadutong, and he was no longer needed here, so Hu Xiuwu planned to go out and see Deng Youfu.

He greeted Bi Youlong and told him that he was going to the Forbidden Forest to take a look, but he didn't expect that Dumbledore heard what he was doing.

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. He said respectfully, "Yes, I heard that I have a friend who works as a guard in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. I want to visit him and hope to get your permission."

Dumbledore hesitated. "But there are many powerful monsters living in the Forbidden Forest. It is very dangerous. I usually forbid students to go to the Forbidden Forest. No student can wander around the Forbidden Forest."

"You have just arrived at Hogwarts. It is too dangerous to go to the Forbidden Forest unless you are like your friend."

Like my friend, what does Dumbledore mean? Could it be that...

Although he had some guesses in his mind, Hu Xiuwu still promised Dumbledore: "Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm just going to see my friend and I won't go deep into the Forbidden Forest."

Zhang Zhiwei also spoke up for Hu Xiuwu and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Dumbledore, just let him go. Xiuwu is no longer an apprentice. According to what we say in the East, he is already a disciple who has completed his master's training and can handle things on his own."

With Zhang Zhiwei guaranteeing Hu Xiuwu's strength, Dumbledore gained some confidence in Hu Xiuwu's power. Through past legends and today's understanding, he still trusted Zhang Zhiwei's vision.

After careful consideration, Dumbledore spoke gently in Chinese with a heavy English accent:

"Okay, but be careful. Go to the cabin outside the Forbidden Forest and find Hagrid. He will help you."

"By the way," Dumbledore suddenly blinked at Hu Xiuwu with a smile on his face:

"There are many magical things about Hogwarts. Don't be too anxious to leave. Just enjoy it."

"Thank you."

Really, do all seniors like to be riddlers?

Although Hu Xiuwu was deeply disgusted with Dumbledore and Zhang Zhiwei's behavior, he was still polite and saluted before leaving. Before leaving, he asked Zhang Lingyu if he wanted to go out for a walk with them.

Zhang Lingyu was indeed somewhat tempted, but he decided to sit in meditation in the house to adjust his breathing and get himself into the best condition in preparation for the competition.

In the end, Hu Xiuwu was the only one who left.

Going down the spiral staircase, Hu Xiuwu felt the handrail and walked back in the direction he came from, looking at the wall on his right. When he came up just now, he discovered that the figures in the paintings hanging on the wall of the stairs were actually moving.

These portraits include men and women, old and young, and not all of them are extraordinary people, there are also portraits of ordinary people.

They rest in the small world within the oil painting. They can immerse themselves in their own world and entertain themselves. They can also communicate with the portraits next to them and passers-by. Just now, he saw a portrait greeting Professor McGonagall.

When Hu Xiuwu was admiring the wonderful sights of Hogwarts, a portrait noticed the unfamiliar face of Hu Xiuwu and curiously asked him where he came from.

After hearing that he was a strange man who came from the far east, the portraits on the wall became excited and agitated. Some even jumped out of their own frames and squeezed into the paintings near Hu Xiuwu.

The painting shows an aristocratic girl sitting in a garden, but now the umbrella in the girl's hand has been squeezed out, making her very angry. She raises her eyebrows and looks coquettish.

Hu Xiuwu was amazed by the vivid expressions in the portraits.

The person's thoughts remain in the portrait, and the person's time remains at the moment the portrait was made, as if the real person was reborn.

However, it is ultimately a luxury to want to resurrect the dead. The thoughts of the people in these paintings have been solidified. Their thought circuits and ideas for doing things are just given to them by the painters. They are the images of them in the painters' minds.

Although they can retain daily memories, they are unable to grow or change from them.

No matter how much they resemble humans, their essence is still a painting, just like a mosquito in amber, no matter how lifelike it looks, it is still a dead object.

The noisy and lively atmosphere here attracted an uninvited guest who liked this kind of environment the most.

"Hahaha, look what this is, a lone Oriental. Let's quietly approach him without attracting his attention. I heard that Orientals are delicious and tender. They can be eaten after simple processing and sprinkled with breadcrumbs."

A translucent ghost emerged from the wall.

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 wildly and excitedly started a new day with a foul mouth.

He hadn't seen his students for a whole winter vacation. No one argued with him or made fun of him. The portraits were all dull and boring, and he was bored to death.

Those who are bored want to learn how to hibernate like the big stupid bear, and then give his prey a warm wake-up call when they come back.

A portrait of a man dressed as an ancient gentleman showed an expression of annoyance, with the corner of his mouth curled up:

"It's Peeves again."

After hearing the enthusiastic introduction by the portrait artist next to him, Hu Xiuwu roughly understood who this ghost-like thing floating in the air was.

His name is Peeves, and he is an annoying ghost who likes to play pranks and always dirty their picture frames.

But this ghost is very cunning, and many spells are ineffective against it. Even the professors are helpless against it, so it has been rampant in Hogwarts for nearly a thousand years.

"The Oriental is alone. Has he been abandoned by his companions? Do you want Uncle Peeves to comfort you?"

Peeves swam on his back in front of Hu Xiuwu, unscrupulously.

"Ghost? I haven't seen it. How could a ghost stump so many professors?"

Although the portraits identified Peeves as a ghost, Hu Xiuwu remained skeptical.

Rather than saying that Peeves is like a ghost, it would be better to say that he is more like an elf.

Although there is only one word difference, there is a world of difference between them.

The so-called ghosts in the West are not much different from the evil spirits in the East. They are all born from the unwilling obsession of the deceased before death, and are therefore afraid of magic that is bright, masculine and powerful.

But elves are different. They are inanimate objects that have been given the opportunity to be created and have become intelligent and have their own thoughts, just like A'man, the spirit of the winning weapon in Hu Xiuwu's hand.

The body of an elf is pure and clear, with harmonious yin and yang, so naturally there is no technique that can target it. Moreover, if the elf's original body is not harmed, even if the elf's incarnation is destroyed, he can still be reborn with a trace of spirituality in his original body.

But 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 the brocade-scaled boa constrictor taken by Yuan Tao and stuffed into the Three Corpses Needle as a weapon spirit. So he is essentially a ghost and is still afraid of masculine spells such as thunder.

Although Peeves is mischievous, he is full of spirit and does not have the strong evil aura of a ghost. He is clearly an elf, not a ghost.

Seeing Hu Xiuwu just standing there stupidly, ignoring his provocation, Peeves was very upset by his reaction and he directly used his ultimate move.

"Hey, newcomer, you haven't experienced the welcome ceremony of Hogwarts yet."

"Let Mr. Peeves show you around!"

Peeves took out a few smooth spherical eggs from his back that gave off a strange smell and looked like enlarged sheep dung eggs, and threw them at Hussock. These were good things he had specially taken from the door opener, Argus Filch.

"Run, it's a big dung egg!"

Several people in the paintings immediately screamed and hurriedly left the nearby picture frames. Only the original owners of these picture frames also left in panic, praying secretly in their hearts while running away, hoping that their homes would not be tainted by the stench of manure.

The dung egg is a prank toy unique to Britain. It is a kind of alchemical device between ordinary objects and magical instruments. It can make the person who is hit by it have an unpleasant odor on his body that will not dissipate for a long time.

"Ga ga ga, ga!"

When he thought of Hu Xiuwu being splashed with dung eggs, Pipigui laughed excitedly, trying to capture the moment of his embarrassment with his eyes fixed, but his laughter only lasted for a few seconds before it stopped abruptly.

Because the big dung balls he threw out suddenly froze in the air for a moment, then split into two and landed where they were.

Hu Xiuwu's hands were wrapped with sword energy, like a miniature vortex of sharp blades. He originally wanted to take out Zhegui or Sanshi Needle to stop the big fendan, but he was rejected by A'man and Yu Jingzi one after another.

I can share life and death with you, but it is absolutely impossible for me to chop dung balls.

Although the elves are difficult to deal with and have no weaknesses, they are not invincible. As long as you use a force that exceeds his endurance limit, you can still cause harm to him.

Dark Moon, Star Cutting.

Chapter 230 Bring the forest home!

The cold sword energy cut through the air like lightning.

Faced with the powerful sword energy, Pipi Gui dodged in panic, but his arm was still cut by the sword energy.

His right arm was cut off directly, but he was an elf and was not afraid of this kind of physical damage. After a while, his arm turned into a hazy smoke, floated back to his body, and was reconnected.

But how could Hu Xiuwu's sword energy only cause ordinary cuts? Pipigui felt a piercing and cold energy attached to his right arm, making him feel the long-lost pain and coldness, and it was also fighting against the energy in his body, constantly consuming the energy in his body.

Peeves was a little panicked. Although he didn't know what this move was called, he knew there was a kind of magic that was very similar to it.

The black magic, Shadowless Blade, can release an invisible blade that can cut through metal, but the most important thing is that the wound cut by the blade will be cursed and cannot heal on its own, and can only be removed by a counter-curse.

"Dark magic! You're a dark wizard! A dark wizard!"

Peeves shouted in panic, as flustered as someone who had just gotten into trouble and before he could even feel happy, he discovered that there was a tall person standing behind him, rubbing his hands ready to fight.

As a Taoist who has achieved success in the cultivation of the Way of Yin and Yang, how could Hu Xiuwu be worse than Pipi Gui? "Oh, Pipi Gui is crying, what's the matter? How could Pipi Gui cry? Pipi Gui is not afraid of anyone, so why would he cry because of me?"

"He won't go to Dumbledore to complain, will he? No way! No way!"

"Wow!"

Peeves had never suffered such humiliation before, so he cried out and ran away by drilling through the wall.

The portraits nearby were all overjoyed to see that Hu Xiuwu had actually driven away Peeves. They applauded and cheered for him, and some even whistled excitedly.

None of the paintings showed pity for Peeves, which shows how bad he is in normal times and how much the people in Hogwarts hate him.

After driving away Peeves, Hu Xiuwu did not pursue him relentlessly. Peeves was a Hogwarts elf, and Hu Xiuwu was a guest of Hogwarts, so there was no need to kill him.

He is like a guest visiting a friend's house. If the host's naughty kid wants to smear mud on you, just slap him twice and kick him twice. Are you really going to kill him?

Hu Xiuwu politely left the stage amid cheers and praises.