Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Sure enough, Mr. Lu Xun honestly doesn't deceive me, the law of true incense works everywhere...

"What's your name?" Iger squinted at Little Phoenix.

The little phoenix shrank back a little, it seemed that he wanted to Apparate, and Iger's voice sounded.

"I advise you not to think about running. If you can Apparate, so can I. Maybe the distance is farther than you. If you catch you again, you won't be stuffed with beef..." Iger threatened with an extremely bad attitude.

"You can't beat me! If you have the ability, don't move my wings!" Little Phoenix shouted in dissatisfaction.

Iger laughed, his smile was very cold, he stretched out his hand and took out what looked like a silkworm cocoon. The silkworm cocoon slowly opened in Iger's hand and turned into a gorgeous creature like a butterfly.

"Do you know what this is?" Iger grinned: "This little guy is a winged demon, and his food is brains. I don't believe that Phoenix can be nirvana after being sucked in brains? If so, I have nothing to say..."

The little phoenix looked at the silkworm cocoon in Iger's hand and instinctively took two steps back. The animal directly told it that this thing was very dangerous.

Although I hadn't seen it before, the instinct in my bones reminded Little Phoenix.

"Huanghua." Little Phoenix chirped reluctantly.

"Daughter of the Yellow Flower?" Iger was stunned.

"It's the emperor Hua, stinky illiterate!" Huang Hua was a little annoyed, this human being is so annoying.

Iger sighed, his education level in two lifetimes was not high, and he didn't know anything about the emperor.

"You seem to be very literate. Can you understand human books?" Iger sneered.

"I understand." Xiao Huanghua stunned Iger with one sentence: "I can still sing the Book of Songs..."

"Amazing..." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth and took out a bottle of fruity rum: "Drinking?"

"I only drink Liquan!" Huanghua raised his head a little ecstatically.

Iger: →_→) Oh, so..."

...

"Jianjia... Cang Cang~ Bai Wu... Mang~ Mang~ There is a place~ A good person~ In the water~ One side..."

Half an hour later, Iger saw this ghostly image. The little phoenix was holding a cocktail bottle and singing, and Iger suddenly remembered a dish.

Drunk Duck…

Seemingly feeling the malice coming from Iger, Little Phoenix shrank his head while holding the wine bottle.

"Does it sound good?" Huanghua looked at Iger with straight eyes.

"It's good, come, come, sing one more song..." Iger grinned and handed over another bottle.

"I've been there in the past~ Yang Liu Yiyi..."

The beautiful and melodious singing sounded again, and Iger was a little fascinated by it.

It is said that the singing of the phoenix is ​​extremely beautiful, and even the singing of the phoenix can increase the courage buff, the friendly army can increase the madness attribute by 50%, the enemy army is affected by fear, and it can relieve the living and the dead. A powerful skill.

Iger once teased Fox, hoping to listen to the most dazzling national style, although Iger gave it a demonstration... But Fox refused.

A few minutes later, he stuffed the drunk Xiao Huanghua into the bag in his arms, and Iger turned around and left leisurely, but no matter how fast his swift pace looked, he felt guilty.

As soon as Iger returned to the principal's room, he saw Emily sitting obediently on the chair, and the old man was looking at him cheerfully.

"Have you received the phoenix?" Old Man Jiang smiled terribly.

"Received, received..." Iger felt a little guilty.

"Just receive it, don't let her run away." The old man didn't ask any further, and pointed at Emily: "Your mother-in-law?"

"No." Iger denied without thinking.

Just kidding, why is my mother-in-law willing to drink my blood? They always drink other things...

"A little bat..." Jiang Kun turned his head and glanced at Emily: "You have to be careful, this kind of creature is very dangerous."

"It's okay, I'm strong." Iger swore to assure.

"I'm talking about their ability to seduce..." Jiang Kun sighed: "The color is a bone scraper, old man, if I wasn't so rambunctious when I was young, maybe I could live another thirty or forty years..."

Iger was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say for a while.

You have lived more than two hundred years old, what do you think? Nicole May is about to be boiled to death by you, okay?

"Just stay here for a few more days during the holidays. Since you have become a student of my Kunlun Hall, you should learn some of our knowledge, so as not to go back and make fun of our little family..." Jiang Kun waved his hand: "Take it. Turn your pocket cards around, maybe a good dormitory will choose you."

"Dormitory choose me?" Iger looked at a loss, but turned and left.

After leaving the principal's office, there was a small oil bottle named Emily behind him.

Emily didn't speak, just stared at Iger's neck, looking like a glutton.

"I tell you, don't hit me with blood, don't even think about it!" Iger gave Emily a fierce look, and Emily looked at Iger pitifully, as if Iger had done something to her. of.

Stepping on the floating rock, Emily hurriedly followed behind her, her little hand tightly holding on to Iger's robe, Iger tugged on the robe, and found that his strength was no one, so he had to sigh helplessly.

"Let me go... OK?" Iger looked sad: "I'll take you to the hospital to buy you a blood bag..."

Emily didn't speak, she just stared at Iger, Iger was melancholy.

Emily was pretty, Iger admitted that, but staring at her neck every day would kill her.

If it was said that the other party was unruly, Iger would kill him with a hammer, but the way the other party was bullying me made Iger very helpless.

"Well, you go back first, and I will draw some blood to send to you when I go back and pass by." Iger swore at Emily.

Emily shook her head and remained silent.

"Then I'll draw some blood for you to drink at night, and you can leave after drinking, okay?" Iger was really helpless.

The little girl nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, looking very happy.

With a melancholy sigh, Iger jumped off the rock and walked out of the gate, the small oil bottle behind him clutching Iger's robe tightly.

After leaving the gate of Kunlun Pavilion, Iger quickly knew what Mr. Jiang meant.

No matter where Iger went, the door of the attic would be open to him, some houses were brilliant, some were simple and simple, and some houses with names on the door had their doors closed.

"What's the principle?" Iger was slightly surprised.

"Just look at your talent." An easy-going voice sounded behind him, Iger turned his head to look, a man in his thirties was looking at himself cheerfully.

The man wore a ponytail and wore a Confucian shirt. Although his appearance was not very handsome, he was very attractive.

"One of the most exciting things about Kunlun Hall every year is to choose the attic. Some people live in luxurious decorations, while others have simple conditions." The man explained briefly: "Introduce myself, my name is Lin Haoqiu, and I am the campus here. guard."

Iger nodded suddenly: "Oh, hello, my name is Iger."

"I heard that boy from England, you are very talented." Lin Haoqiu nodded: "I look at your eyes, it seems that I don't understand?"

"Yes...Is it a little..." Iger looked at Lin Haoqiu hesitantly.

"Different treatment?" Lin Haoqiu laughed: "It doesn't mean that if you are talented, you will live in a good dormitory. The dormitories here have different names, such as: Yaozhai, Laojun Pavilion, and Asking Room. It’s just that you have a certain talent, the dormitory thinks you have this talent and it will open the door to you, it’s that simple.”

"Most of the resplendent rooms you have seen are related to the refining of weapons. In fact, the difference between the other dormitories is not much, and even some futons for meditation are extremely valuable, far from some luxurious decorations. Comparable."

Iger suddenly realized, so is this a test of talent...

"Which one should I choose?" Iger looked at Lin Haoqiu crampedly.

"So far, most of the rooms that have opened doors to you are related to the guarding technique and the artifact refining technique. Naturally, these two types are chosen. Although each dormitory only depends on whether you have talent in this area, the same talent is also different. There are some people with high talent and some people with low talent, so in the same type of dormitory, there are still high and low points."

Lin Haoqiu said softly: "So far, the best attic for guarding art is Jiange, and the best attic for refining art is Bailiantang. No one has stayed in these two rooms so far this year."

"How is the environment?" Iger was a little curious.

"It's all very good. I recommend the Sword Pavilion. It is said that all the sword pavilions in the sword pavilion are the way of swordsmanship by everyone in the Chinese witchcraft circle. It is said that it was originally to select teaching materials for the Kunlun Hall. The teaching materials of Kunlun Hall, so the sword pavilion that was being built at that time became a place for discussion."

Lin Haoqiu laughed: "The last pavilion master left twenty years ago, and now he is the head of the Bafang Guard of the Beijing Witchcraft Association of China, who leads the country's Bafang Guard. Politicians may differ from place to place, but they are not. There is only one voice in the guarding pavilion."

Lin Haoqiu spoke like a family member, and his tone was quite emotional: "A total of three people have lived in the school since the establishment of the school, and none of these people are normal, all of them are strong enough to explode..."

"Jiange..." Iger looked around with some yearning, and couldn't help imagining that he was walking with his sword.

Speaking of which, it seems to be quite good to go with the hammer?

After all, except for the material of the flying sword, the requirements for the core of the sword are similar to those of the wand. In theory, it is a flying sword-type wand...

Iger's heart is a little empty, what if Jiange ignores him? Isn't that shameful?

"Go and try!" Iger nodded.

I can live, but I can't but try, that's what Iger thinks.

A few minutes later, Lin Haoqiu pointed to an unpretentious little house: "This is it."

Iger: "???"

It's so awesome, but it turns out to be just an ordinary little house?

As soon as the two of them arrived at the door, the door of the Jiange opened, and Iger didn't feel any sense of being tall.

"You... are you lying to me?" Iger looked at Lin Haoqiu suspiciously.

"Of course not... You are indeed very talented." Lin Haoqiu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How many students can't get in if they want to, you know, living in the Jiange means one step to the sky, and the entire Chinese witchcraft world will be vying to recruit. What an opportunity that many people can’t ask for.”

"I'll go in and have a look..." Iger walked in with a small oil bottle with his head sullen.

There was a lot of space in the room, and Iger felt that it should be the same as his tent, with a traceless stretching spell, and the decoration in the room could be considered luxurious.

The large bed with the light gauze curtain, the antique desk, the delicate and elegant tea tray, and even the carpet in the room are all bearskins.

But the most striking thing is the walls of the house...

All kinds of swordsmanship and swordsmanship are engraved on the walls of the entire house densely and densely, and at first glance, there is even a feeling of numbness in the scalp.

"Do you feel it?" Lin Haoqiu walked into the room cheerfully, looked at Iger and smiled: "Swordsmanship is one of the most precious cultures of Chinese witchcraft, and here is the essence of this precious culture."

"I'm about to suffer from intensive phobia..." Iger looked at the surrounding walls in amazement: "It's pretty good, just here, what should I do?"

"Just engrave your name on the door plate. Before you leave, the right to use the house will always be yours." Lin Haoqiu pointed to the door.

Iger was not pretentious, and engraved his name on the door of the house.

After sending Lin Haoqiu away, Iger thought about how to deal with the little oil bottle beside him.

His right hand swiped lightly on his left arm, and then Iger hurriedly used a bottle to catch the flowing blood. At the moment when the blood flowed out, Iger could see the desire flashed in Emily's eyes.

After taking half the bottle, Iger brushed the wound with his right hand, and the wound healed again.

I don't know if it's because of psychological effects, but Iger always feels a little empty.

Handing the bottle to Emily, Iger sighed: "Don't pester me again."

"Yeah!" Emily agreed, she took the bottle and drank it in one gulp, looking very impatient.

Dried Iger's blood in one bite, Emily turned to look at Iger, her eyes full of gratitude.

Iger smacked his lips with a weird expression: "How does it taste?"

"Delicious." Emily nodded, turned around and walked to the bed and stuck her head down. The next second, the snoring sounded.

Iger: "???"

What do you mean? what exactly do you mean?

Depend on me? I told you that I have a wife!

Iger was melancholy.

He felt like he had a bottom line.

How should this be...

Iger is very troubled, but it is not only him who is troubled, Zhuge Yun is also troubled. What he is troubled about is why foreign wizards choose to smuggle over from India?

"What's your name?" Zhuge Yun looked at the man in front of him with a bad expression. He spoke English, although he was not very proficient.

"Irvin, Irvin Scarlet." Ervin also felt very bad, his own duke was too unreliable, which made him feel that he had a long way to go.

"What are you doing in China?" Zhuge Yun doesn't like the man in front of him very much~www.wuxiahere.com~ Because Erwen is a little more handsome than he looks...

"Find someone." Ervin looked sincere.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhuge Yun asked deeply.

"Look for our young lady, Emily." Ervin didn't reveal his blood clan identity. The blood clan is not very popular anywhere, so there is no need to cause unnecessary trouble.

Emily?

Zhuge Yun raised his eyebrows, was the one who was looking for Iger just called Emily?

"Look... is it this person?" Zhuge Yun took out a small mirror, which showed Emily's appearance.

"Yes! This is our young lady. She's here to find someone, and I'll take her home..." Erwin explained sincerely: "Where is she now?"

Zhuge Yun looked at the man in front of him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then raised the corners of his mouth slightly.