A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

The flying carpet gradually slowed down and stopped in a valley.

"Why don't you just fly in?" Unieff asked.

"The next journey should still follow the tradition of Hogwarts." The wizard scholar said, "After all, Hogwarts has a lot of protective circles. It would be very bad if it was regarded as an enemy to focus fire. My flying carpet is definitely gone."

"It turns out that you feel bad for the flying carpet." Connie muttered.

"Otherwise, do I still feel sorry for you?" said the wizard scholar.

The therapist observed the valley, which was full of snow, the sky was not bright, and there were a few plants glowing faintly.

"Firefly, are the seeds scattered in the wind from Hogwarts?"

No one spoke, and no one in the audience was particularly interested in herbal medicine except her.

Walking out of the valley along a rough path, there is a small village scattered with stone houses.

"Hogsmeade, some professors live here," said the wizarding scholar. "I have an old friend who lives here, but don't bother at this time, his old bones can't stand this kind of tossing. , let him sleep first."

"You must be quite old," said the therapist, who was somewhat interested in this topic. "But it's well maintained, and it's not obvious from the outside. Did you use some kind of potion?"

"No, but for some people, it is not easy to show old age, because their mentality remains young forever." The wizard scholar said, "If this young heart is ruthlessly washed away by the years and does not grow old, the body will naturally suffer. Stay alive with such an infection!"

"You're the legendary old man, aren't you." Connie complained.

"That's right, but unfortunately I was a little older when I reached this level, otherwise I might still be able to maintain the shyness of a young man?" The wizard scholar boasted.

"That's too bad," Connie said. "It just doesn't feel right to think of a young-looking body with a spirit of seventy or eighty in it."

"Oh, that's why you don't understand when you're young." The wizard scholar said, "In fact, such talents are popular. Generally speaking, young people are not rich in experience, and those with rich experience are not young, but These two are qualities that people like, and each has its own taste. If these two qualities are skillfully combined, wouldn’t there be people who don’t like it?”

"If these two qualities can be perfectly expressed, it's not bad." The therapist began to analyze from the perspective of potions, "However, just like making potions, the opposite properties are easy to neutralize, and in the end it is inevitable that something will manifest. Can't come out."

"How do you usually solve this kind of problem?" Unieff asked.

The therapist said: "The only way I can think of it is to use a buffered neutral as a primer for the blend. I don't know what Ms. Hufflepuff would do."

While chatting like this, I walked along a slightly muddy path. The snow was melted by stepping on it, and it turned into cold water and penetrated into my boots.

"Did you know?" the wizard scholar said to Unieff, "if the snow is dry and loose, it's not cold at all, and it's very fun, but if it melts like it is now, it will absorb energy from the surrounding, no matter how thick it is. Clothes can't stop it."

"What do you want to say?" Unieff asked.

"I'm just expressing my emotions about this situation," said the wizarding scholar.

"Then why did you tell me?" Unieff asked.

"Because I think only you can listen to these words," said the wizard scholar.

"What do you mean!" Connie pressed the therapist around and said, "Did you look down on us?"

"No, no!" said the wizard scholar. "It's similar to the relationship between a key and a keyhole. Each key corresponds to each lock, but now this one may be more suitable for Univer."

Yunifu thought, if Anna was there, maybe he would complain about the wizards and scholars, saying that you took the wrong medicine when you came out of the arena, and if you changed your temperament, it would be a pity that he was not there, but it was himself, even though there was something in his heart. Similar complaints will not be made public.

They soon came to an iron-cast gate. The gate was very ornate. There were many stone pillars on both sides. At the top of the stone pillars was a wild boar with wings. It is said that Ravenclaw dreamed that a wild boar took her to a cliff by the lake. It was here that Hogwarts Castle was built.

A feeling suddenly arose in Yuniefu's heart. He didn't know whether to say it was ten years or a thousand years after he came to Hogwarts again (although he entered through the gate instead of crossing the lake). However live.

Wanting to go back, such thoughts are strengthening again.

While the iron gate was closing tightly, Connie asked, "How do I get in? Is it too early?"

Judging from the astronomical phenomena, it is estimated that it is five or six o’clock at this time, if it is summer, but in winter, it must be buried under the covers.

"It's a question," said the wizarding scholar.

"Hey, didn't you think about how to get in when you came?" Connie said.

"I thought about it," said the wizard scholar. "I thought Ms. Cassandra would count our arrival and arrange for someone to come out to greet us. Now there's no one, and I'm just wondering."

"...You think too highly of yourself," Connie said.

"What does it mean to look down on yourself too much." The wizard scholar said, "There is a contract between us back then."

He was talking about Hogwarts and Slytherin and the arena, things Connie and the Healer were late and didn't know about.

"Let me think about what to do?" He suddenly looked at ~www.readwn.com~ and said, "Yunevo, if you just shoot the door, someone will definitely come."

Unieff said, "No wand in hand. Lend me yours?"

So the wizarding scholar actually took a wand out of his pocket, a rare brass-colored wand (usually black or brown), and said, "Be careful not to break it."

"Is this really all right?" Connie asked. It was the first time she saw these two being lawless, and it was a little hard to accept. She only felt that her past actions were nothing compared to her, "Are we here to visit? We In fact, it's here to smash the scene."

Lu Lu rarely said a word: "Master, I also feel a little bad. The old master might still be here. If you do this, you may startle the snake. It will be bad if the old master runs away."

"Don't worry about that," Union said. "Hogwarts doesn't allow Apparition. If he's here, where would he go in a while? On the contrary, the longer the time, the more the night."

I saw a secret streamer flashing through the wand in his hand, stretching and getting bigger, and suddenly it was a new magic spear.

The therapist had long since stepped aside.