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When he returned to the room, Zhang Lingyu was already fast asleep. Without the help of the Huangting Sutra, meditation was actually a very exhausting thing. It was impossible for an extraordinary person to meditate for 24 hours a day instead of resting.
Extraordinary people are just more energetic than ordinary people, but they still need sleep. Taoists emphasize health preservation and going with the flow, and will not easily stay up late and go against human nature.
Hu Xiuwu tiptoed back to his bed, sat cross-legged on the bed with his hands facing the sky, took off the bracelet "Three Thousand Feet" on his wrist, and placed it in his palm.
He is totally sleepless now.
During the time since he came back from the Forbidden Forest, Hu Xiuwu relied on the Huangting Sutra to allow his body to circulate the Qi on its own while walking. His physical strength and Qi had long since recovered. It happened that he had just acquired a new magical weapon today, and he couldn't let it go, so he took the opportunity to try out its new abilities.
Put your right hand together to make a sword finger, use your hand as a sword, and continuously release sword energy and sword moves to the bracelet.
The jade-carved dragon that was coiled in a circle came to life, raised its head, opened its long and narrow dragon mouth wide, and sucked in the Youyue Sword Qi madly. A large amount of Youyue Sword Qi condensed at the corner of its mouth, and even condensed into a silver light.
This scene is like the story described in the legend.
Under the bright moon, there is a dragon with its head held high, absorbing the moonlight for cultivation.
After the sword energy was absorbed by the Qionglong, it was continuously guided into the Lizhu along the meridians that had been set up in its body long ago. Gradually, strands of light poured into the crystal clear and round Lizhu, just like a koi carp swimming freely in the Lizhu Lake under the sun.
The light gathered more and more, and the fish formed a river. The silver river of light surged inside Lizhu. As Hu Xiuwu continued to transmit sword energy, the river of light rippled and the water level continued to rise.
In the end, half of the space of Lizhu was occupied by the river of light, and as Hu Xiuwu shook it, it turned into rain and snow, smoke and dust, or clouds and mist, and finally returned to its calm state and turned into a moon lake.
Hu Xiuwu put down his arms and placed them on his knees. The Dantian meridians in his body were empty. All his Qi had been transformed into sword Qi and input into the Lizhu.
The Qionglong, which had originally held its head high and had its mouth wide open, smacked its lips and lazily coiled up into a circle like a python after a meal, and turned into a jade bracelet again. The black bead on its lower jaw, which had been shining like the North Star, also gradually lost its brightness and became as ordinary as before.
Like Zhegui, Sanqianchi also learned how to keep himself hidden.
The emptiness in his dantian greatly reduced Hu Xiuwu's sense of security, and he felt a sense of emptiness that he had not felt for a long time. In the blink of an eye, the twenty-four gods were awakened, like a great power machine being awakened.
Every one of his pores was exchanging spiritual energy in the air, converting it into his own Qi extremely efficiently and storing it in his Dantian.
Hu Xiuwu domineeringly devoured the spiritual energy around him, making the spiritual energy in the room much thinner. Even Zhang Lingyu, who was sleeping soundly beside him, frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, as if he was moved from the plains to the plateau in his sleep, and felt a little short of oxygen.
Half an incense stick later, Hu Xiuwu finally recovered 10% of his Qi energy. He was no longer as tyrant and levied heavy taxes. He absorbed all the spiritual energy around him and started to circulate it normally.
Zhang Lingyu's feeling of lack of oxygen also disappeared.
As long as he does it again tomorrow, Hu Xiuwu will be able to fill the Lizhu completely.
The capacity of the Lizhu is similar to the Qi of two Hu Xiuwus. It's not that the power of the Lizhu is weak, but that the Qi of Hu Xiuwu is incredibly strong. Nicolas Flamel made the Lizhu according to the standard of being able to accommodate the magic power of fifty Auror wizards.
But when it came to Hu Xiuwu's hands, he only needed to charge it twice to fully charge it. This also indirectly showed that Hu Xiuwu's current Qi energy was at least equal to that of more than twenty ordinary people.
In terms of Qi energy, Hu Xiuwu is still very confident. Among his peers in the domestic supernatural world, there are probably few who can compare with him.
The only extraordinary person he knew who could be compared with him and was famous for his strong Qi energy was the recently famous troublemaker Shen Chong in Quan Xing.
Putting the Three Thousand Feet on his wrist again, Hu Xiuwu fell asleep with his clothes on.
Another week has passed, and tomorrow is the final test of the Goblet of Fire. This week has been uneventful, but it has made many people feel depressed.
The most important thing among all the affairs in Britain at the moment is to ensure that the final test of the Goblet of Fire can be successfully concluded. Everyone's attention is currently focused on this.
The mighty Goblet of Fire was like a curtain, blocking the undercurrents in the British wizarding world, but when the curtain was removed, the intense stage play began.
I just don’t know whether this play is a power play or a war play.
The decision on how the drama behind the scenes will be arranged now lies in Hu Xiuwu's hands.
Hu Xiuwu held two bottles of medicine in his hands and cast a malicious look at Zhang Lingyu who was meditating nearby.
The medicine in the bottle was like mud, bubbling slowly, like a quagmire, and it smelled extremely bad.
The famous Polyjuice Potion in Western magic, a potion that can transform the drinker into someone else's appearance, once shone brightly on the battlefields of the past.
This potion is extremely difficult to make. One of the ingredients, lacewings, needs to be boiled for 21 days before use, and there is no way to shorten the boiling time. In addition, the sap grass needs to be picked during the full moon. Therefore, even a potion master like Snape needs to spend a month to make a bottle of polyjuice potion.
Hu Xiuwu naturally didn't have the time and energy to concoct the Polyjuice Potion. This bottle of Polyjuice Potion was given to him by Dumbledore.
The purpose is self-evident. Dumbledore hopes that he can replace the identity of a warrior and use his identity to participate in the competition.
The Goblet of Fire signed a contract with the Warrior and it cannot be stopped midway, but the Warrior's identity can be replaced. However, all previous matches were conducted under the supervision of Wang Wei, and the sacred tree helped to identify identities, so no one could successfully replace the Warrior.
This Goblet of Fire was the first competition held after Europe was freed from the control of the Divine Book, and everyone subconsciously believed that the Goblet of Fire itself had the ability to distinguish warriors.
Forgot that now the sacred tree and Wang Wei are trapped on Nasen Island, and no one can see through the polyjuice potion.
Regardless of whether Behemoth was involved in the series of events after the Goblet of Fire, at least the death of Barty Crouch Jr. confirmed that there must be Death Eaters behind the scenes.
As for the target of the Death Eaters, it is obvious who they are.
The Boy-Who-Lived, the savior of the wizarding world, who killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at birth.
Harry Potter.
So, Dumbledore simply used Harry Potter as bait to lure out the Death Eaters behind the scenes and catch them all in one fell swoop.
But he didn't want Harry to get into danger, so he asked Hussock to protect Harry and send out signals at the right time to lure the people from the Ministry of Magic over so that they could see the Death Eaters with their own eyes. This would also prevent Fudge from having an excuse to whitewash the situation and ignore the Death Eaters who had returned.
The reason for looking for Hu Xiuwu was because he and Zhang Lingyu came from the East, and no one in the West was familiar with them. Even if they exchanged identities, no one would be able to tell.
Dumbledore offered Hu Xiuwu a reward that he could not refuse, and he also wanted to take this opportunity to see if there was really an undercover agent inside Nadutong.
As long as the Death Eaters were wary of him, it proved that someone had tipped them off.
Knowing that there was a high chance that his identity would be exposed, Hu Xiuwu had already prepared a trump card.
Hu Xiuwu plucked a strand of his own hair and dropped it into one of the bottles of potion. The originally muddy potion instantly became clear, translucent and brocade-colored, just like a bottle of moonlight.
Hu Xiuwu stretched out his evil hand towards Zhang Lingyu and woke him up from his meditation.
Looking at Zhang Lingyu's confused eyes, Hu Xiuwu said with a smile:
"Come on Lingyu, it's time to take the medicine."
Chapter 284 Unveiling
The music was booming and the colorful flags were fluttering.
In this small circular auditorium that can only accommodate a thousand people, all the students from Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons had red faces due to excitement, cheering for the warriors of their own schools. The place was extremely lively.
Especially Hogwarts, who had the home advantage, created a momentum of cheering by tens of thousands with only a few hundred people. From this, Hu Xiuwu could understand why the British fan culture was so talked about, yet also feared.
At this time, the only one who can be more powerful than the British audience is probably White Bear.
Today is the last match of the Goblet of Fire, and tonight we will all be the champions of the Goblet of Fire.
The girls from the romantic city danced to cheer for Furong. The home school Hogwarts organized a small symphony orchestra to play the Hogwarts school song. The deep and melodious sound of the saxophone filled the entire venue.
It’s great to be young.
Zhang Lingyu, who was standing behind Harry, sighed. These students still naively believed that this was just an international competition, but they didn't know that several people had died behind the competition, and it was even vaguely related to the power struggle within the Ministry of Magic.
Not only that, Zhang Lingyu glanced at the low-key and elegant old man behind him, Spencer, the president of the Jade Society.
He had a smile on his face, like a gentle professor, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
In this game, Spencer's attitude was the most ambiguous, just like the relationship between England and the European continent. It seemed that he came to England just as a spectator.
But it was this low-key old man who brought Nadutong into the conspiracy, causing the development of many things to go beyond the expectations of the conspirators behind the scenes.
I'm afraid the current atmosphere in England, filled with the smell of gunpowder, is exactly what he wants to see.
Due to geopolitical reasons and Dumbledore's relationship, the Emerald Society's control over the British Ministry of Magic has always been very weak, and the British Ministry of Magic almost only obeys the orders of the Emerald Society but not the announcements.
If it is good for me, I will treat you as the best. If it is not good for me, then get out of here.
'Zhang Lingyu' was acting out a comic drama in his mind, but when he saw Dumbledore pushing Harry forward, he turned back to look at Cedric, and took the opportunity to glance at 'Zhang Lingyu' who was half a head shorter than Cedric.
'Zhang Lingyu' followed his usual attitude, and Dumbledore was polite and proper.
He imitated it too well and didn't give Dumbledore any response, which almost made Dumbledore think that Zhang Lingyu really came. Fortunately, it was not 'Zhang Lingyu'.
'Hu Xiuwu's' acting skills are much worse. At this moment, he is standing next to Bi Youlong, with his lips slightly pursed, his facial features tense, and an overly nervous expression, as if he is the warrior in the next game.
Bi Youlong put his hand on Hu Xiuwu's body, pressed his shoulder, and signaled him to relax.
Zhang Zhiwei, like other principals, stood next to his student. He half-closed his eyes and looked at his closed disciple with a smile.
When Dongfang Yiren reached his level of cultivation, he no longer looked at people and things based on appearances. However, the fact that Zhang Lingyu's Qi increased by dozens of times in just one night clearly showed that something was wrong.
The Qi energy in Hu Xiuwu's body weakened rapidly, and it seemed that he was weakened due to a conspiracy, but in fact he was full of vitality.
Zhang Zhiwei understood what was going on at a glance. This was also the reason why Hu Xiuwu and Bi Youlong did not inform the Heavenly Master in advance, because Hu Xiuwu knew very well that this matter could not be hidden from the Heavenly Master's eyes.
Sure enough, needless to say, this morning when Zhang Zhiwei saw Hu Xiuwu and Zhang Lingyu standing in front of him, he frowned and looked at them for a long time, with an expression that said, "You young people really know how to have fun."
As they were about to enter the venue, Zhang Zhiwei brushed off the dust on Zhang Lingyu and said meaningfully, "Be careful. Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will support you."
The Auror from the Ministry of Magic who was maintaining order on the side had an embarrassed look on his face, and thought that the Master was making a sarcastic remark about the accidents in the previous two games.
The young Aurors still had some dignity to save. One of them said in a tone that seemed to be risking his professional dignity:
"Don't worry, there won't be any more accidents in this game."
Brother, it’s too early to speak. The biggest surprise is that I stand in front of you. It’s all thanks to your support.
Zhang Lingyu laughed in his heart, but on his face he still maintained his usual gentle demeanor as a Taoist priest, yet with a bit of the aloofness of a mountain dweller.
To put it simply, a kind and simple otaku who doesn't understand the ways of the world will be polite when he meets an outsider.
Several warriors walked into the center of the auditorium, the square that attracted everyone's attention, from the aisle next to the audience seats.
The whole venue was once again filled with enthusiastic cheers, and the cheers almost drowned out Dumbledore, who was using the loud voice magic to chatter about the progress of the game.
'Zhang Lingyu' stood beside Zhang Zhiwei in a low-key manner, watching the interesting positions of the Goblet of Fire referees with amusement.
Spencer stood on the edge, not caring about the world; Beauxbatons' Headmaster Maxime dragged Fleur to stand next to Dumbledore; Durmstrang's Headmaster Karkaroff didn't dare to associate with Barty Crouch Jr., Behemoth, who obviously didn't take his name seriously, and wanted to get close to Dumbledore, but was afraid that he would ignore him.
Igor Karkaroff, with his beard and rotten teeth, is on the margins just like Spencer. However, Spencer is like an outsider watching coldly, while he is like a bullied child, isolated and pitiful.
Igor can hardly protect himself now, so how can he care about the Goblet of Fire competition? He just wants to escape.
However, the most interesting positions are those of Fudge and Raymond. Behemoth got entangled with the Minister of Magic at some point in time.
It seems that Fudge also realized that his situation was not good, but a man with a strong desire for power did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he got involved with Behemoth.
Only Zhang Zhiwei is truly a free and easy person, not involved in worldly affairs at all.
Even if he didn't participate in the competition, Hu Xiuwu found it very interesting just to guess the relationship between them.
Bang! !
Hogwarts's caretaker, Filch, once again interrupted his headmaster's speech and lit the starting cannon ahead of time to signal the start of the competition.