Chinese students at Hogwarts

It was already mid-May, and the weather in New York still had a bit of a winter chill.

The cold wind blew by, making the leaves rustle.

The three Aurors disappeared after apparating with themselves, leaving only the small alchemical magic ball above their heads.

The light shines in through the gaps in the leaves, like dots of stars. After looking around the surrounding environment, it seems to be a park?

Walking in the direction of the light, it didn't take long to pass through this small forest. There were benches neatly placed on both sides of the path.

The tall street lights were on, providing some light that wasn't too intense.

It is indeed a park!

Glancing at the watch on my wrist, I saw it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

Oops, just at the beginning of the third round, there was a problem?

Zhang Xiao grinned. Except for the wealthy areas with better security, New York is not as safe at night as it is during the day.

Even saying that "security is better" is different from what my family understands.

When I was watching a movie in my previous life, I went out of my way to find out that when foreigners say that public security is better, it means that there are no vicious security incidents.

As for being insulted and pushed by homeless people, it doesn't matter. After all, many homeless people have destroyed their brains by taking yam.

Zhang Xiao recognized the direction, walked slowly outside, and continued to think about his situation. Many people actually didn't know that part of the prototype of Gotham City, where Batman is located, came from New York, not just Chicago.

There are 180 gun murders in Gotham a year. According to Batman's butler, it is the capital of crime. How many in New York? Starting from almost four hundred.

If I remember correctly, it seems that Giuliani, the iron-fisted mayor who reduced New York's crime rate from the top three in the country to the 16th in the country, just took office last year?

In other words, the current public security environment is still in a bad state?

Zhang Xiao's eyebrows furrowed and he touched a stack of US dollars in his pocket. To be honest, the 1,000 US dollars would definitely be enough if he saved a little.

But if you want to live comfortably during these seven days, $1,000 is definitely not enough.

For accommodation, I would have to spend almost 1,000 US dollars in a budget hotel for 7 days, so I still have to make money.

After doing this calculation, Zhang Xiao suddenly found that he seemed to have an advantage. Schools such as Ivermorny, Wagadu, and Castrobushe needed six people to share one or two hundred dollars.

Even Hogwarts, which ranks second, only costs $150 per person on average.

In these seven days, the advantage of being alone has been infinitely magnified. Only after they gather together to buy all the wand clues will the numerical advantage return.

The steps stopped, and there was a person lying on a bench against the wall not far away from the wind. The weather was about 10 degrees, and he was wrapped in a dirty blanket.

tramp? But homeless people are not that rare.

Zhang Xiao withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward, hoping to see some road signs and maps. When passing a homeless man, Zhang Xiao keenly noticed a pair of slightly malicious eyes looking at him up and down.

Probably assessing the value of taking action, Zhang Xiao's heart moved, but he stopped again, turned around and looked at him and asked:

"This is where?"

The homeless man was startled by Zhang Xiao's sudden question. He didn't seem to expect that he would not be afraid to take the initiative to talk to him. After thinking for a while, he said in a low voice:

"Clinton Park—"

Clinton Park? Where is this?

"Be specific?"

Perhaps he discovered that the Asian young man in front of him didn't seem to be that easy to mess with. At least if he was a softie, he would definitely not ask for directions so confidently.

The tramp relaxed, half-squinted his eyes, and said lazily: "Manhattan, boy. Okay, get out of here, I'm not your father, there's no need to answer your questions.

You have to thank God that I am not one of those racial knights, otherwise you would at least be lying on the ground today. "

"I think you should thank God." Zhang Xiao came closer, looked at him condescendingly, and said with interest:

"Let's discuss it. You answer some of my questions. How about I make you sleep more comfortable tonight? For example, a comfortable pillow or a warm blanket?"

The homeless man's sleepiness disappeared. He frowned and looked at the young Asian boy in front of him. The backlight made his face hidden in the shadows, making it unreal.

But he inexplicably felt a strong, vigorous vitality and a vague sense of oppression from the young man in front of him.

Damn it, who is this?

The tramp couldn't help but sit up. He didn't even ask Zhang Xiao how to keep his promise, but directly said in a low voice:

"What do you want to know? Where can I buy 'western medicine'? I heard that don't touch those things, they will destroy you directly."

"I'm not interested in that, I just want to know where this is and where the nearby hotels are, at ordinary prices and safer. I hate trouble.

By the way, if you want to work part-time, what should you do? "

What a strange question, the tramp thought, but he still answered it seriously, and even felt a faint sense of joy in his heart. Anyway, the night was too boring, so he could only lie down and sleep.

It's not bad to chat with people, just to relieve boredom.

Zhang Xiao nodded slowly, having a basic understanding of the nearby situation. The rest would be done by getting a map tomorrow.

"Thank you, then"

He stretched out a hand and snapped his fingers in the confused gaze of the homeless man.

"What are you doing? wow——————shet!!!!!"

The homeless man stared in shock as the tattered cardboard box and ragged blanket he used as a pillow had turned into soft pillows and thick cashmere blankets at some point.

"Magic? Oh my god! You should be like David Cordofield and do a Broadway show!"

The Auror who had been hiding not far away couldn't help but show up, but unexpectedly the Muggles attacked themselves.

"Haha, isn't it a powerful magic trick?"

Zhang Xiao looked like you were right. The homeless man nodded hurriedly and said quickly:

"Since you are such a good magician, you should actually do street performances."

I thought, street performance?

Zhang Xiao nodded, kept this in mind, said goodbye to the homeless man, and walked in the direction he pointed. He said there was a good budget hotel there.

It's called the Clinton Park Hotel, and it's good value for money.

"It seems that Zhang chose to understand the situation first. To be honest, this is indeed a very smart choice. When you come to a strange place, the first thing you have to understand is your own situation."

Ludo Bagman kept chattering, there were many other little wizards, and there were many things that needed to be distributed. The 20-sided dice alone could be thrown more than a dozen times. Zhang Xiao's actions seemed like a lot, but in fact it only lasted five minutes.

At this moment, the second-place Hogwarts has not set off yet, so he can only start the explanation on Zhang Xiao's screen.

In order not to be left in the cold, Lu Duo could only rack his brains to 'explore the fullness'. Zhang Xiao's casual movement could lead to several speculations. In fact, it might be that he changed his position because he was uncomfortable.

Just when he was at a loss and really didn't know what to say, the scene on the projection suddenly made him open his eyes wide. Not only him, but the audience also exclaimed at the same time.

"Incredible! What did I see? Transformation without a wand???

Oh my God! Wandless transformation! ! ! "

Lu Duo's round face was filled with excitement in an instant. Just as wandless spellcasting is a dazzling skill of wizards, wandless silence is the ultimate goal pursued by wizards, similar to the volleying talisman in the East.

Among the many wandless and silent spellcasting, transformation is the highest mountain among them. Many wizards who pursue the pinnacle of skills regard wandless transformation as the ultimate goal, but now they see it in a fourth-grade little wizard!

If the unparalleled power Zhang showed in the two rounds before could be explained by sacrifices and short bursts, how could the wandless and silent spellcasting this time be explained?

This is not pure strength, nor is it the power of spells, but the ultimate skill, exclusive to those wizards who stand at the top!

"One room. Does it include breakfast?"

Zhang Xiao handed over his "fresh" driver's license. On the driver's license, he was still Zhang Xiao, but he became a Chinese young man from New Brunswick, New Jersey.

A city I have never heard of.

“$120, including breakfast—”

The front desk took the driver's license over, checked it, and said impatiently with a straight face.

She was watching NBC's Friends. This TV series launched last year was very popular and had a trend that swept the United States, but the annoying Asian boy in front of her interrupted her.

I really don’t know why those Congress lords want to repeal the Chinese Exclusion Act. Why don’t all these yellow-skinned monkeys die?

Zhang Xiao's five senses were beyond ordinary people's and he discovered the hidden contempt and impatience at the front desk. He had not experienced discrimination for a long time and only then did he react.

This was the United States in the 1990s, and racial knights were more powerful than in previous generations, second only to the civil rights movement.

He was silent for a while and could only sigh softly. Yes, he could easily educate the front desk, but it would not make any sense.

Because this is not a problem between one person and two people, but a deep-rooted social problem.

To solve it, we need a strong motherland. It is best to attack its homeland and teach it a harsh lesson. We need compatriots who come out to have self-respect, self-love and self-reliance, and they need to be united. It takes too much to fight back when they encounter injustice. .

(This topic ends here. It only describes the background. It will be mentioned later but will not be extended. It is necessary for creation)

Two brand-new one-hundred-dollar knives were placed in front of the front desk, which made the front desk look at him in surprise.

As Zhang Xiao knows, 100 U.S. dollars are rarely used in the United States, let alone a brand new 100 U.S. dollar.

As for who likes it?

The answer is gangsters, because cash transactions are the most difficult to supervise, so TV dramas often feature rolls of cash.

The receptionist's eyes flickered, and when she occasionally looked at Zhang Xiao, she was already suspicious. She decided to call the police when this suspicious Asian guy came up.

Even if it was really his own money, could she still not understand the beautiful policeman in this film?

It will definitely make him suffer!

Zhang Xiao closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead in distress. If it weren't for the live broadcast at this moment,

She stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers at the front desk. Under the powerful effect of the confusion spell, the front desk's eyes suddenly became distracted, and she shook her head in confusion.

In her eyes, Zhang Xiao has turned into a super handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes, comparable to Leonardo. Just at the first sight, the receptionist's heart was moved.

He said in a tremblingly sweet voice:

"Handsome guy, I'll use my employee card to give you a discount. All you need is..." She hurriedly took out her calculator and clicked: "120*0.672 US dollars!"

Zhang Xiao nodded, took the room card and change, and was about to go upstairs when he heard the receptionist say in an obviously abnormal voice:

"If you need anything, you can call the front desk directly and say I miss you."

Looking back, he saw the receptionist put his index finger to his mouth and blinked at himself repeatedly. Zhang Xiao felt a chill in his body and hurriedly ran up the stairs.

After hurriedly washing up, Zhang Xiao lay on the bed, resting his hands behind his head in a daze.

I thought it would be an easy competition, but the harsh social environment was beyond my expectation.

You can't keep confusing spells, right?

This time it was just that it had no impact on the competition, so the Auror did not take action. If he used the confusion spell to directly obtain money from others, he would probably be eliminated.

My situation in the third round was even more difficult than in the first and second rounds!

Slowly closing his eyes, Zhang Xiao silently recited those calming scriptures in his heart. Don't think too much. The most important thing now is to maintain sufficient physical strength and seize the time to make money.

The tramp's words slowly floated through my mind again.

Street magic?

Seems like a good choice

At the same time, the warriors from other schools finally started to set off. One by one, they were transported to strange places by the Auror's rapid Apparition.

Some of the unlucky ones were thrown into the sea, so the Aurors had no choice but to place them at the nearest waterside.

These little wizards, who had never lived in a Muggle society and were far away from even basic life, suddenly came to an extremely unfamiliar environment with dollars in their hands.

The heavy reality soon taught them the most vivid lesson.

Several young men with tattoos all over their bodies walked towards the breathtakingly beautiful Fleur with lewd smiles. Obviously, the charm of Veela was invincible to Muggles.

The little wizard of Kodos Doriz used Russian English with a strong accent to ask others where the nearest drinking place was. He was going to explore the way and understand the situation.

There were also many little wizards standing on the streets of the busy city, staring dumbfoundedly at the strange shopping malls and buildings filled with screens, and for a moment they couldn't tell who the Muggles were.

After seeing these screens, these lights, and these weird things that still remain in the 18th century wizarding buildings, these little wizards suddenly found that this place seemed more interesting than the magical world!

Neville stood on the side of the dark street, his round face full of doubts. In front of him, there were a few arrogant people surrounding him:

"Hey, you coward, hand over your money. I saw a corner of $100 peeking out of your pocket!"

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

This chapter is not about water, but it is about setting the tone first, otherwise it will be a bit abrupt later on.

I have been communicating with readers in the United States again. I am grateful to "Hunter Submarine" for providing data support, and also thank him for providing information on American social situations in various eras.