The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 171 Visitors from England

China Shanghai, International Floo Network Interface No. [-].

"Origin: London, UK, 12 noon".

The meter reader from China stood in front of the huge instrument, rubbing the tip of the pen in his hand against the paper as he wrote down a series of numbers.

"Origin: Paris, France, 12 noon."

"Hello, welcome to Shenzhou Shanghai International Wizard Passenger Terminal, please show your passport or identification documents."

Decorated in a combination of traditional and modern styles, staff with signboards stand behind the solid wood counter, and a protective barrier made of magic is vaguely visible in the air.

The security here is more advanced than in the secular world, and of course more stringent.

The shielding wall actually looks very thin, but it is enough to withstand the shots of the Chinese standard alchemy rifle.

"OK".

The visitor came over with a smile and placed the parchment thread with the wax seal on the table.

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore, welcome to Shanghai, China."

The staff carefully checked and confirmed that the roll of parchment was a letter of introduction from the British Ministry of Magic, and then returned it.

"I would like to ask, if I want to go to Peiping, where should I go?"

Dumbledore, who was wearing a well-fitting suit, put the parchment into his arms with a smile, and then asked.

"Follow the yellow signs ahead and go to transfer platform No. 2, where there will be a fireplace leading to the capital."

The staff member didn't even look up.

"Ok, thanks".

"Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt, welcome to Shanghai, China."

This time, a young man came out. He was wearing standard Ministry of Magic robes, but there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

"What's wrong Kingsley"?

Dumbledore asked a little strangely.

"These clerks are really rude to you. Moreover, as the capital of China, there is no direct line leading to Peiping. This is really outrageous."

The young man said when he was a little angry, and then sat on the bench in the waiting room with Dumbledore.

"The population of wizards in China is four times that of ours. The number of people these clerks receive every day may be more than you do in a month. It is normal not to raise your head."

Dumbledore didn't know when a delicate teacup appeared in his hand. He took a sip of the black tea in the cup, and then continued:

"As for why the international non-road network port is not connected to Peking, but first to Shanghai and then transferred to the internal line, this actually reflects their wisdom."

"Uh, their wisdom"?

The young man obviously didn't believe it.

"They are unwilling to expose their Ministry of Magic to any possible attack, so they set up this seemingly unreasonable method. After all, when it comes to caution, no one can be stronger than them."

The old man said leisurely.

"Would they actually think of this?"

The young man's face was full of shock.

"There is an old saying in China, called the cunning rabbit has three burrows, which means that rabbits will dig three nests in the ground to avoid wolves, let alone smarter people."

The old man said softly.

"Mr. Nicholas Flamel, welcome to China Shanghai, do you need any staff to help you?"

The front desk staff in Shenzhou looked at the old man who was so skinny and seemed to be about to fall apart, his eyes twitching slightly.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, I can still walk on my own."

The greatest alchemist in the world said with a smile, and then politely refused the move of the guard on duty next to him to push a wheelchair for him.

"It's been a year, Albus."

Nico Flamel said with a smile to Dumbledore.

"It's been a year, Nico."

Dumbledore wanted to give the old man opposite him a hug, but looking at his increasingly weak frame, the two of them just shook hands.

"How is that child doing now?"

Nico Flamel also sat on the chair in the hall, and then his expression changed slightly, and he touched the chair under his butt in a novel way.

"It is actually an alchemy product. Although the construction of the spell corridor is too simple, it is indeed very suitable for mass production"...

"Nico, you're doing it again."

Dumbledore rubbed his head with a headache. Nico Flamel was always too obsessed with alchemy. As long as he saw new-level alchemy products, he couldn't walk.

"Ah, sorry, my occupational disease has occurred again."

Nico Flamel smiled and touched the chair twice more.

"It is said that Miss Greengrass is in good condition now. China not only equipped her with a new prosthetic eye, but also seems to have found some ways to successfully suppress the blood curse in her body."

"This country feels magical every time I come into contact with it."

Nico Flamel said with great emotion.

"Yes, yes, their magic is not biased toward daily life, and the forward swing of the spell is too long, but they can still beat us so hard that we can't fight back."

Dumbledore seemed to be remembering some bad past, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

"That time in Paris, you almost hit a little girl in her 20s."

Nico Flamel said abruptly.

"In the end, it was considered a trick to defeat her. In fact, I regret it now. If I had known, I would have deliberately tied her."

The twitching on Dumbledore's face became even more intense.

"I didn't know much about it before, but since that incident, I know that China's intricate kinship relationships are not something we can understand."

Nico Flamel nodded in agreement.

"Then do you think if you had a fight with that little girl back then, would you still be able to win?"

Nico Flamel asked.

"She is not a little girl now, the child is already as old as Harry."

Dumbledore sighed softly, recalling some sad past events.

"Countless families were shattered because of Voldemort's stupidity and arrogance"...

Dumbledore sighed.

"Then why didn't you just kill him then?"

Kingsley asked very puzzled.

"Killing is not the way to solve problems. There are always some differences between Voldemort and me."

And he can't be killed at all.

Dumbledore did not say the second half of the sentence directly.

"But we don't mind solving the problem this way, Mr. Dumbledore."

A cold female voice came from behind a few people.

"Also, Mr. Nico Flamel, practice is the standard for testing truth. If you have any doubts about my strength, you can ask Mr. Dumbledore to compare with me in his free time."

"Hello, Ms. Xu Lin."

Dumbledore stood up slowly after hearing the sound, and turned around with a very polite smile.

"Hello, three guests, welcome to China."

Xu Lin nodded slightly and said.