Hogwarts: I have the Kamui Sharingan

Chapter 118 A letter from France

"Professor Dumbledore, I have a letter from you."

Professor Dumbledore, who was talking softly to Professor McGonagall at the teacher's desk, turned around and saw a black envelope in Filch's hand.

Professor Dumbledore accepted the letter with confusion. In the second half of the semester, few parents would send him letters.

In the first half of the semester, because the freshmen had just entered Hogwarts, it was usually the first-year Muggle parents who would write to him to consult him and ask about their children's current situation.

This is also one of the important ways for Professor Dumbledore to understand the development of the Muggle world.

After taking the letter, the black envelope was hot-stamped with golden-red roses and had a faint smell of perfume.

It was written in beautiful French font: To my dear Albus Dumbledore, signed by the Headmaster of Beauxbatons, Olim Maxim.

"Oh, it's Madame Maxime. I remember her, an elegant and beautiful lady."

Professor Dumbledore explained to Professor McGonagall who cast a searching look at him. He turned around and thanked Filch, who was still waiting beside him: "Thank you, Argus, you are always worthy of my trust."

"You flatter me!"

Filch's old face turned red with excitement, even though he was quite critical of Professor Dumbledore's refusal to give him permission to use torture devices on young wizards who violated school rules.

But Professor Dumbledore's trust in him gave Filch an inexplicable sense of honor. He was a part of Hogwarts!

After watching Filch leave, Professor Dumbledore opened the letter. The old man's originally relaxed brows frowned deeper and deeper.

"What's the matter, Albus? Can you tell me what's in the letter?"

Professor McGonagall wanted to help this year-old friend and asked softly.

"Oh, it's nothing, just some exchanges between the principals of the magic academy..."

Professor Dumbledore hesitated for a while, then continued: "Ms. Maxim hopes that our first-year wizards from Hogwarts can come to Beauxbatons for a period of exchange and study."

When Professor McGonagall heard Beauxbatons, a school of magic that was only slightly inferior to Hogwarts, made such a request, she immediately thought of that possibility.

"Ms. Maxim wants it?"

Professor Dumbledore sighed slightly and said: "It is very possible that the quality of Beauxbatons students has been very good in recent years. I think they may have their own confidence in that competition."

Professor McGonagall raised her slender eyebrows. The always polite and excellent little wizard flashed through her mind, but it was a pity that it would be better if he was Gryffindor...

"But we are not afraid of them. Mr. Xun Zhang will be our trump card!"

Thinking of this amazing young wizard, Professor McGonagall said confidently, if it weren't for that guy Silephus hiding Zhang Xun like a treasure and refusing to let go.

She already has many projects that she wants to invite Zhang Xun to participate in!

Just thinking about what kind of sparks can be produced between Chinese magic and Western magic made Professor McGonagall feel several years younger.

"It's a pity that Xun's age has not reached the requirement yet..."

Professor Dumbledore said regretfully that with Xun's talent and strength, even if the Triwizard Tournament was held immediately, the championship could only be his!

"That's not a problem at all for you, is it?" Professor McGonagall smiled meaningfully. With Professor Dumbledore's magic skills, it is really easy to deceive a dead object.

Even if there are rumors that the Goblet of Fire was created by Merlin, it is no longer verifiable. The more popular theory is that it was jointly produced by three parties in order to select qualified warriors, led by a certain Hogwarts principal.

"However, Ms. Maxim's letter did not explicitly mention this matter. She just wanted the little wizards on both sides to communicate and learn from each other in the second half of the semester."

Professor Dumbledore spread his hands and said that everything was just his conjecture.

Looking at the old naughty Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall chuckled, "It's only half a semester anyway, so it doesn't matter if you go and take a look.

I think this will also be good for children's growth. "

Professor Dumbledore nodded. He would consider writing a reply. He decided not to assign a professor to lead the team this time. Zhang Xun's status as both a first-year student and a teaching assistant was too convenient.

With Zhang Xun's protection, not only will the little wizards be in no danger, but they can also show their colleagues in Beauxbatons that Hogwarts is still their big brother!

Zhang Xun, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, suddenly sneezed.

"Ha, Xun, someone must be thinking of you!"

Draco winked and said, because after Zhang Xun became the assistant coach, he was still a little cautious. After testing Zhang Xun several times, he realized that he was overthinking.

Zhang Xun still treated their friendship as before, and did not look down on him because he became an assistant coach.

And because he wanted to catch up with Zhang Xun, Draco liked to ask Zhang Xun for some magic knowledge and some practical little magic.

According to Xun, some of the magic that Draco had never seen came from Chinese spells. Draco, who felt novel, practiced more diligently.

That Chinese spell called "Like a fish in the water", Draco has practiced it to the point where he can pass through a palm-wide door gap!

Draco could already imagine passing through the hole of a copper coin as Zhang Xun said.

Draco, who felt that he had already distanced himself from other young wizards, used his nostrils to see people these days, which made many young wizards who already thought he was a stinker even more jealous.

"Don't talk nonsense, if someone really says that I sneeze, I will definitely sneeze every day!"

Zhang Xun rolled his eyes, poked a piece of steak cut into a suitable size with a fork and swallowed it. Now his appetite has reached the point where he can eat five five-inch steaks, a glass of milk or pumpkin juice, and some vegetables in each meal.

If Zhang Xun hadn't eaten very slowly, the other little wizards wouldn't have noticed his amazing appetite.

He will definitely win the title of Slytherin Snake!

After dinner, Zhang Xun, who was already able to go out at night openly, was going to take a walk to eat.

Today is the day of the week when Professor Snape goes out to buy potion ingredients, and Zhang Xun doesn't have to study potions with him until night.

Halfway through the journey, Zhang Xun noticed through his eyes in advance that the concentration of magic power not far away was far higher than elsewhere.

Sure enough, Professor Dumbledore in purple and black wizard robes appeared from the corner. He tilted his head and looked at Zhang Xun with a smile.

"Good evening Professor Dumbledore, although it's nice to see you, your smile tells me that it's probably up to nothing good."

Zhang Xun shrugged jokingly, making Professor Dumbledore laugh.

"I know there is an old saying in China, which is 'take a walk after eating to live longer', right?"

Professor Dumbledore chuckled. He spoke Chinese quite well. It seemed that the professor in the original book was not just talking about language.

"What you said is so good. I hope the news I hear later will be equally good."

Zhang Xun smiled and bowed slightly to Professor Dumbledore.