Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 380 The Man in the Flame

But the old man didn't seem to want to drive him out of his yard. He kicked the bag on the ground into a corner, pressed it with a stone, looked around, and said, "Come with me."

"Where are you going?" Mo Lin asked suspiciously.

The old man hurried over, grabbed Mo Lin's arm, and pulled Mo Lin into the house without any explanation: "Go into the house."

"Oh, thank you." Mo Lin looked up at the monsters passing by in the sky from time to time, and he felt that it shouldn't be a bad thing for him to go into the house to avoid it.

"I thought you didn't welcome me." Mo Lin said doubtfully.

If it wasn't because he felt that the old man would not hurt him, it would be impossible for him to let the old man pull him like this unsuspectingly.But the old man didn't answer him, walked to the door of the wooden house, opened the door, and pushed Mo Lin in forcibly.

This is a cozy cabin with a red carpet on the floor and a few bottles of wine on the red coffee table. The whole room is filled with a faint scent of pine flowers. There are many magic books on the bookshelf next to it, burning in the fireplace opposite. With a joyful and warm flame.

"Yes, I don't welcome you, but you have to enter the house." The old man closed the door behind Mo Lin, and he glanced at the clock on the opposite wall, and said, "It's [-]:[-], are you at [-]:[-]?" It fell in my garden at three o'clock, remember the time."

"Is this time very important?" Mo Lin was a little surprised by the old man's words, he didn't understand what the old man was talking about.

"Yes, it's very important. I need to get someone to come. You sit down first, and your forehead hurts."

The old man pushed a chair over for Maureen to sit down, then he hurried to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of emerald green powder from the box above the fireplace and threw it into the flames, the flames suddenly turned blue. color.

"Is there Floo powder here too?"

Mo Lin found it very novel, the only difference was that in their place, the floo powder was green, like a mass of green plants burning, but the floo powder here was crystal clear blue.

The old man didn't answer Maureen's words, he put his head into the blue flame and shouted loudly: "Albert! Are you at home?"

"What are you doing? Darrow, I'm taking a shower!" A leisurely voice came from the blue flame, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.

Mo Lin listened slightly, why does this voice sound familiar?
"Put on your damn bathrobe, Albert, and come here quickly, that kid—Maureen Walker, I remember you calling him that, he fell into my garden!" Lao Da Ro shouted impatiently, pulling his head back from the blue flames.

"what?"

The voice of the person on the opposite side sounded surprised, and soon there was a rush of footsteps in the blue flame, as if the sound of slippers being dragged on the floor, and then the blue flame boiled again, and a figure slipped out of the flame. out.

This person has blue playful eyes, white hair with dripping water on his head, wrapped in a white bathrobe, and a pair of slippers hanging on his feet. As soon as he came in, his eyes swept around, and then fell on the sitting Maureen on the couch.

"Brat! What are you doing here!"

The familiar voice was a little annoyed.

Mo Lin suddenly jumped up from the sofa, as if a thorn suddenly grew on the sofa, and he looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief.

"Mr. Arnock! You...you...why are you here!"

Maureen opened his mouth wide enough to swallow an apple, completely confused.

Arnock walked over with a "thump, thump" and knocked on the head of Mo Lin angrily.

"Didn't I tell you not to come? This place is not suitable for you!" Arnock took another look at the messy clothes on Mo Lin's body. The clothes on his chest were still stained with mud, and some places were scratched by the skeleton's hands. .

"Why do you have black magic on your body?" Arnock pointed to the rips on Mo Lin's clothes and asked, "Did you fight with others again? Green blood is bleeding from your forehead!"

"Green blood? Do I still bleed green blood?"

It was only then that Mo Lin remembered that his forehead was scratched by the skeleton just now. He touched his forehead, and there was a scar with a long finger there, which was painful. He looked at his finger again, and there was blood stained on it. Really green.

"Wow, have I mutated?"

"You're a big-headed ghost! You've got black magic!" Anok glared at Mo Lin angrily, "I've been running out to fight with people all day without skills."

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Mo Lin muttered, then remembered something, and said, "Didn't you ask me to stop that Lucas!"

"Did I say that?" Arnock glared at Maureen.

Mo Lin thought about it very seriously, then nodded: "I said so!"

"..."

Arnock muttered something in a low voice, but Maureen couldn't hear what he said clearly.

He thought for a while, then cautiously stretched out his hand to poke Anok's arm, and found that Anok's arm was warm, he couldn't help pinching it again, and looked at Anok again, with that expression of blowing beard and staring eyes It doesn't look like someone else's disguise, and it's not some illusion magic.

"I'm real, don't poke it." Anock wiped his wet beard on the bathrobe, "It's real."

"At least I'm sure now." Mo Lin was very happy, no matter what, in this unfamiliar place where monsters were everywhere, it was always safe to have Anok around.

He hadn't heard from Arnock for several months. After the Ministry of Magic last time, Maureen inadvertently mentioned to Arnock that he had gone to this place with two moons. Something was wrong, he packed his luggage in a hurry, and ran away without saying anything.

Who would have thought that he would see Anok in such an inexplicable place!

And this old urchin-like guy is still leisurely wrapped in a bathrobe, and seems to be living comfortably.

"Where is this place! What are you doing here? Are you on vacation?" Mo Lin had many questions in his mind.

"What vacation!" Anok said angrily, "Give me your wand! I forgot it."

Maureen handed the wand to Arnock, who tapped his large bathrobe, changed his towel into a thick blue nightgown, grumbled, and tapped Maureen again Maureen retracted his head in pain.

"Don't move, I'll treat your wound."

Arnock pointed his wand at the scar on Maureen's forehead, and murmured an awkward spell in a low voice. Maureen felt as if a strange green smoke was coming out of him, and his forehead didn't hurt so much anymore.

"Why is the curse on your body so powerful! It's still necromancer magic, have you met Moira?" Arnock returned the wand to Mo Lin.

"Moira? What is that? The name of the skeleton?" Mo Lin asked with interest.

"That's a witch, a very ugly old witch with a face like a pile of cow dung." Arnock's description was really simple and straightforward.

"Oh yes! That old witch! She has no teeth, her mouth is black like a hollow old witch, and the wrinkles on her face are like a mass of cow dung. By the way, she is a master of arithmetic and divination!" Mo Lin nodded quickly.

"I knew it was her! This guy has come out to do bad things again." Anok said cursingly.

(End of this chapter)