Just what was he really made of!
Even coming to deliver the message to his teacher had been his own initiative. He knew his teacher would never pass up an opportunity to educate him.
Sure enough, after lecturing him for a while, Li Nanyu said, "Once I've arranged a meeting time with them, come along with me. People need to see more of the world. Otherwise, they never realize how shallow they are, and other people's opinions can easily blind them."
Cheng Quandao curled his lip, but agreed.
He wanted to see whether the famous Vaughan Weasley really was some sort of superhuman!
The meeting was arranged sooner than Cheng Quandao had expected.
The next day, his teacher summoned him to the small office the embassy had assigned them-and it really was small, barely twenty square meters.
The Chinese embassy occupied a building over a century old. It had undergone renovations a few years earlier.
But the old building had design flaws inherited from the era in which it was built, and over more than a hundred years, many things had hap-
pened here. The building was no longer merely a house; it had acquired cultural significance. As a result, many rooms could no longer serve their basic functions.
Finding rooms for these visitors who were not embassy staff had already stretched the embassy to its limits.
Mr. Li Nanyu, the only legendary wizard China currently had active abroad, sat hunched in the cramped office that resembled a storeroom and instructed Cheng Quandao, "We've settled on a time. Tomorrow, we'll meet in central London. Make your preparations-" He paused, a faint threat creeping into his voice. "You'll wear a Zhongshan suit. No Western suits, no perfume. Understood?"
Cheng Quandao's attention was fixed on his teacher's awkward posture. He had always