Quanzhou, 1897
Night had enveloped this port in its dark embrace. The only people awake were the watchmen, patrolling the docks. Lin-chi was elated. It was the first day of his new job as watchman, on the lookout for robbers, as the ships he guarded contained goods the whites brought from them at exorbitant prices: - silks from their neighbour, Hindustan, opium grown in China, Arabian spices and the like.
Nyang Chang stealthily crept into the nearest junk, a huge thing filled with goods bound for Europe. Taking out his wand, he crept to the nearest locked chest. "Alohomora," he silently muttered. The lock clicked open."Lumos," he muttered again. A small globe of light shone at the end of his wand. Gold coins filled the recently open chest. Taking coins by the handful, he proceeded to put them in his bag. "Hey! Who's there?" oh no! He had forgotten to cast the Muffliato spell, which made sure no one heard him. He quickly took out the small vial of Polyjuice potion he wore around his neck. The potion inside was a deep red colour. Opening it, he drank its contents in one swig.
Lin-chi saw the master of the ship, a white man in oriental robes, when he went to investigate the clinking sounds he heard in one of the junks. "Sir, what are you doing in this ship so late in the night?" "Nothing, just checking whether all my treasure is there," "Why are you wearing these robes?" "I like them," 'Hmmmm... Might be a little soft in the head. White men always are,' Lin-chi thought.
Nyang had had enough. Who was this man, daring to question him? Pulling out his wand, he pointed it at him. "Stupefy!" he shouted. His opponent fell unconscious. "Incarcerous!" he added, as an afterthought. Ropes, of the strongest hemp, sprouted out of his wand and proceeded to tie up the sprawled form of the watchman. Taking his loot with him, he strolled out of the ship with the air of being its master.
The people of Xizang were surprised to see Geoffrey, the captain of many junks walking towards each of their dingy huts and give each of them a handful of gold coins. The children cried with joy as he patted them on their heads and gave them sweets. The old people blessed him with a long life, a good wife and many children to carry on the family name. The farmers bit on their gold coins to see if they were real. They indeed were.
Nyang slept peacefully that night, the blessings of everyone in the village on his head. And that, my sweet flower, is the story of your great grandfather Nyang Chang, the Chinese Robin Hood," finished Geoffrey Chang, looking down at his little, 5year old daughter, Cho. Her black eyes were wide with admiration "Did he really do all of that, Daddy?" "Yes, dear. He did." "WOW! Tell me more about Great-Grandfather, please, please, please?" "Not today, Cho. It's time to sleep. You have school tomorrow." "When will I go to Hogwarts, Daddy?" "When you are older, Cho. Good night!" He kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams, little flower." He switched off the lights, leaving Cho in her dream wonderland, one which could be accessed only when you were asleep.