Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Sure enough, Mr. Lu Xun does not deceive me, the law of true fragrance works everywhere...

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

Little Phoenix retreated a little shyly, apparently wanting to Apparate, and Iger's voice rang out.

"I advise you not to think about running. You can apparate, so can I. Maybe the distance is farther than you. If you catch you again, it won't be a 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 rather dissatisfied.

Iger laughed hehehe, the smile was very cold, and he reached out his hand and took out a silkworm cocoon. The 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 still nirvana after being sucked out of its brains? If so, I have nothing to say..."

Little Phoenix looked at the 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 still reminded Little Phoenix.

"Huanghua." Little Phoenix chirped reluctantly.

"The big girl with yellow flowers?" Iger was taken aback.

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

Iger said oh, the combined education level of the two lifetimes is not high, and he doesn't know anything about Huanghuangzhehua.

"You seem to be very educated, can you understand human books?" Iger sneered.

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

"Amazing..." Iger's mouth twitched, and he took out a bottle of fruity rum: "Drinking?"

"I only drink Liquan!" Huang Hua lifted his head a little bit ecstasy.

Iger: "(→_→) Oh, yeah..."

...

"Jianjia...Green~White mist...Boundless~Boundless~There is a place~Good~People~On the water~side..."

Half an hour later, Iger saw this ghostly appearance,

Xiao Fenghuang was holding a cocktail bottle and chirping, and Iger suddenly remembered a dish.

drunk duck...

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

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

"It sounds good, come on, come on, sing one more..." Iger grinned and handed over another bottle.

"I'm gone 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 Berserk attribute by 50%, the enemy army is affected by fear, and it can make the living feel relieved and the dead rest in peace, which can be said to be very A powerful skill.

Iger once teased Fox, hoping to listen to the most dazzling ethnic style, although Iger demonstrated it...but Fox refused.

A few minutes later, I stuffed the drunk Xiao Huanghua into the bag in his arms, and Iger turned around and left leisurely, but the fast pace of that slippery pace seemed to reveal a sense of guilt.

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

"Have you received the Phoenix?" Mr. Jiang smiled like a thief.

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

"Just receive it, don't let her run away." The old man didn't ask any further questions, and pointed to Emily casually: "Your wife?"

"No." Iger denied without thinking.

Just kidding, why is my mother-in-law willing to drink my blood? They never drink anything else...

"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.

"I'm talking about their ability to seduce..." Jiang Kun sighed: "Sex is a bone-scraping knife, old man, if I hadn't been so promiscuous 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 to be more than two hundred years old, what else do you want? Nicole May is almost 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, lest Albus make fun of us when we go back..." Jiang Kun waved his hand: "Take it Go take a look at your badge, maybe there will be a good dormitory that will choose you."

"Choose me in the dormitory?" Iger looked blank, but turned and left.

Out of the principal's office, followed by a small oil bottle named Emily.

Emily didn't speak, but just stared at Iger's neck helplessly, looking greedy.

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

Stepping up to the floating rock, Emily hurriedly followed behind her. Her small hands tightly grabbed Iger's robe. Iger tugged on the robe and found that his strength was not as strong as others, so he had to sigh helplessly.

"Let me go... okay?" Iger said with a sad face, "If it's not possible, I'll take you to the hospital to buy you a blood bag..."

Emily didn't speak, but just looked at Iger helplessly, and Iger was melancholy.

Emily was pretty, Iger admitted, but staring at her neck every day was killing her.

If it is said that the other party is unruly, Iger will kill him with a hammer, but Iger is very helpless because the other party is like you bullying me.

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

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 it?" Iger was really helpless.

The little girl nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, she seemed extremely happy.

Sighing melancholy, Iger jumped off the rock and went out the gate, with the little oil bottle behind him tightly holding Iger's robe.

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

No matter where Iger goes, there will be attic doors open to him. Some houses are resplendent and magnificent, some are simple and simple, while some houses with names on the door are closed.

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

"It's simply to see your talent." An easy-going voice sounded behind him, and Iger turned his head to look, and a man in his thirties was looking at him cheerfully.

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

"One of the most exciting things about Kunlun Hall every year is to choose a loft. Some people live in luxurious decorations, while others live in simple conditions." The man simply explained: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Lin Haoqiu, and I am from the campus here. guard."

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

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

"Yes...is this a bit..." Iger looked at Lin Haoqiu hesitantly.

"Treat differently?" Lin Haoqiu laughed: "It doesn't mean that good talents will live in good dormitories. The dormitories here have different names, such as: Yaozhai, Laojun Pavilion, Wendaofang, which are aimed at It’s just your talent in a certain aspect, the dormitory will open the door to you if you have this talent, it’s as simple as that.”

"Most of the resplendent rooms you see are related to refining equipment. In fact, other dormitories are not very different. Even the futons in some asking rooms are extremely expensive, far from what some luxurious decorations can afford. Comparable."

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

"Which one should I choose?" Iger looked at Lin Haoqiu with some embarrassment.

"So far, most of the doors that have been opened to you are rooms related to guarding skills and weapon refining skills. Naturally, you choose these two types. Although each dormitory only depends on whether you have talent in this area, but the same talent also has different levels. Some people have high talents and some people have low talents, so there are still differences in dormitories of the same type."

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

"How's the environment?" Iger was a little curious.

"It's very good. I recommend Jiange. It is said that all the sword pavilions in the Jiange are the ways of controlling the sword of the Chinese witchcraft circles. It is said that it was for the selection of textbooks for the Kunlun Hall. Each family hopes that their own ways of controlling the sword can become The textbooks of the Kunlun Hall, so the Jiange under construction at that time became a place for discussion."

Lin Haoqiu laughed: "The previous pavilion master left twenty years ago, and now he is the head of the Bafang guards of the China Beijing Witchcraft Association, leading the Bafang guards across the country. Politicians may have disagreements, but there are There is only one voice in the guarding pavilion."

Lin Haoqiu said like a few treasures, and his tone was quite emotional: "There have been three people living in the school since the establishment of the school, and none of these people living in is normal, and all of them are so strong that they explode..."

"Jiange..." Iger looked around yearningly, and couldn't help but fantasize about walking with his sword.

Speaking of which, walking with the hammer seems to be pretty good, right?

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-shaped wand...

Iger felt a little guilty, what if Jiange ignored him? Isn't that embarrassing?

"Try it!" Iger nodded.

I can't live without it, but I can't stop trying. This is Iger's concept.

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

Iger: "???"

It was so awesome, but it turned out to be just an ordinary small house?

As soon as the two arrived at the door, the door of the Jiange opened, and Iger didn't feel the slightest 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 wryly: "How many students can't get in if they want to, you know, living in Jiange means reaching the sky in one step, and the entire Chinese witchcraft world will be scrambling to recruit. It’s an opportunity that many people can’t ask for.”

"I'll go in and have a look..." Iger walked in with a small mop bottle.

There is a lot of space in the room, and Iger feels that it should be the same as his own tent, with a traceless stretching spell cast on it, and the decoration in the room can be considered luxurious.

The big bed with light gauze curtains, the antique desk, the exquisite and elegant tea tray, and even the carpet in the room are all bearskin.

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

All kinds of sword manuals and fencing techniques are densely carved on the walls of the whole house, and it even feels a little scalp numb at first glance.

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

"It makes me want to suffer from trypophobia..." Iger looked at the surrounding walls in amazement: "It's pretty good, it's all right here, what should I do?"

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

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

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

His right hand stroked lightly on his left arm, and then Iger hurriedly caught the blood flowing out with a bottle. The moment the blood flowed out, Iger could see the longing flashing in Emily's eyes.

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

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

Handing the bottle to Emily casually, Iger sighed: "Stop pestering me again."

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

After killing Iger's blood in one gulp, Emily turned to look at Iger with gratitude in her eyes.

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

"It's delicious." Emily nodded, turned around and walked to the bedside and stuck her head down, and the snoring sounded in the next second.

Iger: "???"

What do you mean? What the hell do you mean?

Are you relying on me? Let me tell you that I have a wife!

Iger was very sad.

He feels that he is a man with a bottom line.

How should this be done...

Iger is very troublesome, but he is not the only one who is troubled, Zhuge Yun is also troubled, what he is troubled by is why foreign wizards choose to smuggle from India?

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

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

"What are you doing in China?" Zhuge Yun didn't like the man in front of him very much, because Erwen was a little more handsome than him...

"Looking for someone." Erwin looked sincere.

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

"Looking for our lady, her name is Emily." Erwin didn't disclose his identity as a vampire, since vampires are not popular anywhere, so there is no need to cause unnecessary trouble.

Emily?

Zhuge Yun raised his eyebrows. Was the person who was looking for Iger just now called Emily?

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

"Yes! This is our young lady. She is here to find someone, and I will take her home..." Erwin explained with a sincere expression, "Where is she now?"

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