Shenzhou Shanghai, International Floo Network No. 1 interface.

"Origin London, UK, 12 noon".

The meter reader in Shenzhou stood in front of the huge instrument, rubbing the nib of the pen in his hand against the paper, writing down a series of numbers.

"Origin Paris, France, 12 noon".

"Hello, welcome to Shenzhou Shanghai International Wizard Passenger Station, please show your passport or proof document."

Under the decoration that combines traditional and modern styles, the staff with signs stand behind the solid wood counter, and the protective barrier formed by the condensed magic power can be vaguely seen in the air.

The security checks here are more advanced than those in the secular world, and of course they are also stricter.

That shielding wall actually looked very thin, but it was enough to withstand the firing of the Shenzhou standard alchemy rifle.

"OK".

The visitor walked over with a smile, and put the parchment thread with the wax seal on the table.

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

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

"I want 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 asked.

"Follow the yellow sign ahead, go to transfer platform 2, there will be a fireplace leading to the capital."

The worker didn't even look up.

"Ok, thanks".

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

This time it was a young man who came out, wearing a standard Ministry of Magic robe, 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, and Beiping, as the capital of China, has no direct way to get there. 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 4 times that of ours. These office workers may receive more people every day than you do in a month. It is normal not to raise their heads."

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 said:

"As for why they don't connect the international non-road network port to Beiping, but go to Shanghai first and then transfer to the internal line, this actually reflects their wisdom."

"Er, their wisdom"?

The young man obviously didn't believe it.

"They are unwilling to expose their Ministry of Magic to any possible attacks, 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.

"Did they actually think of this?"

The young man's face was full of shock.

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

The old man said softly.

"Mr. Nicholas Flamel, welcome to Shenzhou Shanghai, do you need staff to support you?"

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

"Ah, it's okay, I can still walk by myself."

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

"Not in a year, Albus".

Nicole Flamel said to Dumbledore with a smile.

"It's been a year, Nico."

Dumbledore wanted to give the old man opposite him a hug, but looking at the skeleton that was getting weaker and weaker, the two of them just shook hands in the end.

"What's up with that kid now"?

Nicole Flamel also sat on the chair in the hall, then his expression changed slightly, and he touched the chair under his buttocks with some novelty.

"It's actually an alchemy product. Although it is said that the construction of the magic corridor is too simple, it is indeed suitable for mass production"...

"Nico, you started again".

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

"Ah, I'm sorry, I committed another occupational disease."

Nicole Flamel touched the chair twice with a smile.

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

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

Nicole Flamel said with great emotion.

"Yeah, yeah, their magic is not biased towards daily life, and the forward swing of the spellcasting is too long, but they can still beat us so hard that we can't fight back."

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

"That time in Paris, you almost didn't hit a little girl in her twenties."

Nicole Flamel said abruptly.

"In the end, I counted it as a trick to defeat her. In fact, I regret it now. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com knew that it was a tie on purpose."

Dumbledore's face twitched even harder.

"I didn't know much about it before, but since that incident, I have known that the intricate kinship in China is beyond our comprehension."

Nicole Flamel nodded in agreement.

"Then what do you think, if you were to fight with that little girl back then, would you still win?"

Nicole Flamel asked.

"She is no longer a little girl, the child has grown up with Harry."

Dumbledore sighed softly, recalling some sad past.

"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, and Voldemort and I are always different."

And he couldn't be killed at all.

Dumbledore didn't say the second half of the sentence directly.

"But we don't mind settling things this way, Mr. Dumbledore."

A cold female voice came from behind them.

"Also, Mr. Nicole Flamel, practice is the criterion 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 voice, and turned his head with a very polite smile.

"Hello, three guests, welcome to Shenzhou."

Xu Lin nodded slightly and said.