Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Hanni was stimulated by his father's words. He jumped up from the bed and fell back because of the pain, which hit his back.

Wolf God!

It hurts so much!

Hanni burst into tears all of a sudden.

His mother comforted him in a low voice, then turned to look at his father, "What did the chief say?"

The father's face looked a little ugly. "The chief called everyone for questioning and asked who distributed the bullets."

The mother looked confused, "What? The bullet was not issued by the chief?"

"No, I don't have any memory about this." Father rubbed his temples, "I remember the chief said to scare Cliff and the others with a real gun, because this bastard will not come back to Kezhou, so he will be outside. Running blindly.”

His mother looked at him worriedly, "But that night, everyone had bullets in their pistols."

"Yes, Tantu, I know, we all know." The father scratched his head irritably, "The problem is, no one remembers how the bullet got into the pistol."

"Wolf God! Are you kidding?" Mother's eyes widened, "You must be kidding, how could something like that happen! I would rather believe whose prank it was!"

The father's face was livid, "But it just happened. The high priest and the others suspected that something very evil came out and tempted everyone. Now, we need the blessing of the Wolf God."

The room fell silent, and Hanni twisted uneasily and looked at his parents through the quilt.

"Don't worry, my dear." Mother put her hand on father's generous hand, "The wolf god will protect us."

Inside the chief's tent where high hopes were placed.

The chief with panda eyes and the high priest with the same eye patch dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Robert looked at the two of them with a smile, "Seniors, if you have any requests, you can continue to ask for them. Little Rhett is so cute, he will definitely agree to you, right?" As he said that, he also raised his fist.

The caring little fur ball Red roared twice in a milky voice, as if in agreement.

Cliff was already smiling like a Parkinson's disease, while Aisha looked at her two sons worriedly.

The chief rolled his eyes, I was stupid to believe your lies.

Just now, this brat conducted inhumane negotiations with two high-level tribesmen. No matter what they asked for, he would punch both of them in the face, showing no respect for the elders.

The high priest sighed, "Then you should tell me what you want."

Robert put away his playful smile and looked at Cliff, who gave him an encouraging look, apparently leaving the negotiation to his adopted son.

"High Priest and Chief, first of all, I want to apologize to both of you. I may have been a bit harsh before."

The two old men kept humming and had no intention of answering, but they felt less unhappy.

"Red will definitely come to the United States." He first expressed his position, "After all, the rotten countrymen can't tell the difference between a werewolf and a wolf god, which is not conducive to the growth of little Red. The United States is different. After getting off the plane, Along the way, I fought away vampires at least three times, rejected the invitations of two charming witches, and answered five calls from onomatopoeia. By the way, there was also a personalized orc who prayed to me, just a werewolf, it's a joke."

He shrugged, "Merlin, if you think about it, Americans are really living in dire straits."

The expressions on the faces of the chief and the high priest wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. They looked at each other and the high priest said, "So, what do you want?"

Robert nodded and didn't mince words, "Something that belongs to Red, some knowledge about the Apache Patron Saint, you must teach him unconditionally."

"This is what it should be." The high priest nodded, "After all, the patron saint is too weak, and we will also be very distressed."

"Ah, by the way, I have a request." Robert scratched his head, "Can I also visit and learn about Apache's magic?" After thinking about it, he said, "I have some inheritance from the Druid of the Rotten Nation here. If you don’t mind, we can exchange knowledge.”

The high priest pondered for a while and hesitated, "This is Apache's secret after all..."

"I still know a little harvest-related magic. No matter what, I will teach it to the high priest before I leave. You can use it as a reference. After combining it with divine magic, the effect will definitely be better." Robert said with a smile, "And If something like knowledge cannot be communicated, it will just fall out of time."

The high priest looked at the chief, who shrugged and said he didn't care. He had made a decision in his mind, "We can agree to this."

The atmosphere in the room finally became cheerful, probably because he was tired, Rhett yawned a little, leaned on Robert's thigh, and fell asleep gradually.

"Then, we need to discuss Red's life issues." Robert said, "He has to go to school and cannot stay on the reservation forever. As for where he wants to go when he becomes an adult, you have to follow his wishes."

"no!"

"He has to be here!"

Not surprisingly, the two old men began to fiercely oppose each other.

"As long as he returns to the reservation area before the memorial service starts," Robert said patiently, "The rest of the time is his own."

In fact, even the high priest only stays in the reservation for two or three months every year. The only permanent resident is the chief. Moreover, he does not stay in the tent every day, and occasionally travels.

This can be seen from the fact that he has a mixed descendant on the football team outside.

The private life of the elderly is rich and colorful, which is amazing.

Robert patiently explained to the two of them that Red should have his own life, and they could agree that Red would come back every year during the hunting season to host the ceremony, which would be regarded as a scheduled check-in.

However, the chief and the high priest were still unwilling to let go.

The two people's idea is very simple. After finally waiting for the arrival of the patron saint, even if they die and jump from the Colorado Canyon, they must leave the beast behind!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Little Red scratched his butt with his hind legs, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Cliff's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but said, "That's almost it, Robert..."

"Uh-huh-huh-huh..." Robert looked at the old priest in confusion and asked in astonishment, "Old man, what are you talking about?"

The astonished expression made the high priest roll his eyes, you bastard! You deliberately!

The chief held his head and doubted life. How long will it take for the swelling on my handsome face to subside? I have already booked a flight to Las Vegas tomorrow!

Angrily expressing that he did not want to negotiate with the naughty child, the old priest turned his head to Cliff.

Take care of your children!

Cliff suppressed his smile and said to Robert, "Be gentle, if you beat someone to death at once, we won't be able to cut leeks." As he said that, he even winked at the old priest.

Old priest: "..."