[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-wizard-war-at-hogwarts":3,"chapter-wizard-war-at-hogwarts-wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Wizard War at Hogwarts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2358020,4612,"Chapter 47: Uncle and Nephew","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>“That was amazing, Neville,” Harry said upon returning to the dormitory. “That time-boosting spell again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Neville’s voice sounded weak. “It’s similar to a mental acceleration charm—it lets me unleash supersonic speed for an instant, as if time had paused, letting me defeat opponents calmly. But afterward, it puts heavy strain on both body and soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A secret spell? That’s incredible!” Ron said. “Still, even without that spell, your performance was outstanding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because my tutor trained me,” Neville said seriously. “I practiced relentlessly at home until I knew the trajectory of the Killing Curse better than my own heartbeat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your tutor must be an extraordinary person,” Harry said. “Last summer I stumbled upon a Death Eater plot—I might’ve met him if not for that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville nodded noncommittally, then climbed into bed. He was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What time is it even?” Ron glanced at the clock. “It’s not even eight yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like the spell’s cost is heavy,” Harry said. “Let him rest. We’ll go to the library.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure,” Ron agreed—rare for someone who disliked reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At their usual library spot, Harry found Zhang Qiu already working on homework. He glanced curiously—it looked like third-year elective assignments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Muggle Studies,” Zhang Qiu said softly. “Today’s topic: differences in word usage and pronunciation between Muggles and wizards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are there differences?” Harry asked, puzzled. Since entering the magical world, he’d never noticed any variation in how people spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because we’re exposed to different things, our speech naturally differs—but we rarely notice,” Zhang Qiu said. “For me, there are many similar cases between English and Chinese.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry suddenly remembered Neville’s odd behavior last night. “By the way,” he asked, “how do people from Tianchao usually describe a muscular, sword-wielding fighter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tiuxiu,” Zhang Qiu replied, uttering two Chinese syllables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I mean—what English word would you use?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A warrior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if he’s also skilled at mounted combat? Like medieval knights?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rider?” Zhang Qiu frowned. “Did you meet another Tianchao person?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neville,” Harry scratched his head. “He said the same thing. His tutor messed up his vocabulary habits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neville’s tutor? I remember meeting him once—he seemed to be from Yingzhou,” Zhang Qiu said. “Yingzhou accents are strange. They turn ‘er’ into ‘ar’—like ‘rider’ becomes ‘lai da.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s exactly how Neville says it…” Harry suddenly felt a flicker of recognition. “Can you tell me more about Yingzhou accents?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My uncle is from Yingzhou,” Zhang Qiu said. “He has all sorts of odd pronunciations—mispronounces vowels, and adds ‘o’ or ‘u’ after single consonants. ‘Dragon’ becomes ‘Duo la gong.’ Talk to him too long and your own accent gets ruined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry finally remembered where he’d heard that strange familiarity. “Then how do you say ‘trigger’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trigger?” Zhang Qiu mimed holding a gun. “I heard my uncle call it ‘Te li ga.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I was at the Burrow…” Harry cut himself off. He saw Cui Ge and Luna entering the library. They walked around, then sat not far from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about the Burrow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I met Donald Fontroy’s nephew,” Harry whispered. “That guy over there—Cui Ge. He imitates Yingzhou accents and calls himself ‘Te li ga.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry,” Ron said, “it’s just an accent. Don’t get paranoid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry’s instincts are sometimes spot-on,” Zhang Qiu said. “Besides, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor himself is highly suspicious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ge didn’t notice the three of them talking about him—he was speaking with Luna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This diary was given to me by Malfoy. A Slytherin magical artifact—it can answer any questions you have about magic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna stared at the worn cover of the notebook. “And what’s the cost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You always think so differently,” Cui Ge laughed. “True—overuse drains your energy and leaves you drowsy. But as long as you don’t use it too long at once, it’s fine. That’s why Malfoy suggested we take turns.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? Can you ask it anything?” Luna’s eyes shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Though sometimes it just says, ‘I don’t know.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then can you ask the diary what Harry and the others are talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Cui Ge froze, then instinctively turned—and saw Harry and the others glancing over, whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better to ask Harry directly,” Cui Ge said, standing and walking toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Harry. You here to do homework too?” He still held the diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hi, Cui Ge,” Harry replied politely. “What’s up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got a magical item that helps with homework,” Cui Ge repeated. “Want to try it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry opened the diary. On the first page was a name: “Tom Riddle.” The rest was blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How does it work?” Harry asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just write your question on it, and it answers,” Cui Ge sat down, pulling out a pen. “For example—what’s the Levitation Charm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line of writing slowly appeared, not only giving the incantation but also noting key casting points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weird,” Ron said warily. “This diary feels alive. I suggest you show it to a professor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My uncle already saw it,” Cui Ge said. “He advised me to share it with friends and take turns using it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, Cui Ge, but we don’t really need it,” Harry said, gesturing to Zhang Qiu. “We’ve got a third-year senior to answer our questions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did he really show it to Fontroy?” Ron asked after Cui Ge left, worried. “Magical items that communicate are usually malicious—extremely dangerous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s ask Professor Fontroy,” Zhang Qiu suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three went to Donald’s office. Harry knocked. Donald opened the door, surprised to see Zhang Qiu beside Harry and Ron, but quickly recovered. “What can I do for you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, I just met Cui Ge in the library—he showed me a diary…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Harry described it, Donald inwardly marveled at the Boy Who Lived’s uncanny intuition. He knew about the diary—but he had no intention of stopping it. For Donald, what he needed was a hero-saving-the-damsel moment. The fate of innocent students? He didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right, Harry,” Donald said. “I’ve examined it. It’s similar to the Sorting Hat—nothing to worry about. But each answer drains the user’s energy, so use it sparingly and take turns.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drains energy. Harry thought. Neville’s secret spell drained energy too. Maybe it was just a common side effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regardless, I hope you’ll keep a close eye on this diary,” Zhang Qiu said seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. By the way, Ron—I’m planning to start a Dueling Club,” Donald changed the subject. “I just think you and Neville have real talent. I’d like to nurture you properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? I’ll definitely join!” Ron beamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—not just you and Neville. The future may get chaotic. You’ll need to learn how to protect yourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was moved. He ventured, “Have you heard…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knock interrupted him. Donald rose to open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside stood Hermione, holding a book. “I have some questions about today’s assignment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in,” Donald said, after a brief pause. He ushered her in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Harry and the others. “Have you finished your homework?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still working,” Harry replied truthfully—he wouldn’t lie, but he wouldn’t admit he hadn’t started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect,” Donald said. “You can listen to Hermione’s question too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor,” Hermione said, “I’ve been thinking about spells against house-elves. It’s easy to handle one—but what if there are dozens flying around the room?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good question,” Donald said. “You have two options: enhance existing spells, or try new ones. For example, expand the range of the Stunning Spell, or increase the power of the Summoning Charm. Or—we could think differently. There’s a rare Room-Cleaning Charm. We could modify it into a House-Elf-Cleaning Charm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donald began explaining complex spell techniques. Ron grew impatient. He exchanged a glance with Harry, then pulled Zhang Qiu away. Donald gave them a gentle look—silent permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insane. Cornish pixies flying everywhere,” Ron grumbled. “Only a bookworm would think of that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. And Donald actually takes it seriously,” Harry said. “Learning a whole new spell just to deal with that? Ridiculous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s true,” Zhang Qiu whispered. “My master made a divination: ‘Roosting chickens fly, classroom pixies swarm.’ He said my first day back would be very lively.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing happened,” Harry dismissed. “Your master’s divinations are getting worse. Clearly, divination’s useless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divination? Dog’s business.” Ron agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1348,"2026-06-21T04:54:27.874Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","771b9c23651786a1279bde1c3d06bc5659c9d30d0cece2facca57e89725040f9","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-48","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-46",528,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwizard-war-at-hogwarts-cover.jpg"]