Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

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In order not to sleep in a tent at night, Wang Xuebin collected his thoughts and started to change the room into his own shape.

First use elemental magic to pave the uneven ground, and then lay a soft wool carpet. The carpet is a product of Aladdin Flying Carpet Magic Co., Ltd. Wang Xuebin's is not a flying carpet, but a household carpet that can be kept clean That's all!

The dilapidated sofa was split into firewood, and a large fabric corner sofa was re-arranged in the living room. The sofa was nothing special, but it was Wang Xuebin's favorite in the world.

The dining table was not spared either, and was sent to the firewood pile outside the door. It wasn't that he didn't like solid wood furniture, but that the wood was too ugly, dry, messy, and not round at all.

Wang Xuebin was not interested in using it, so he simply replaced it with a whole one. Now this golden nanmu whole wooden long table can seat eight people, and if you squeeze it, ten people will not be a problem.

After the table was set, Wang Xuebin suddenly felt that the kitchen was a bit out of place. He, who has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, immediately started to tidy up in the kitchen.

Stoves, kitchen utensils, cupboards, sinks, faucets, stairs to the living room, windows, ceilings, lamps, all changed from inside to outside!

After spending most of the day, the room finally reached the point where he was satisfied. Not only was it more refined and magnificent, but also many alchemy items produced in the magical world were added!

For example, a clock that can display the location of the owner, a hanger that can automatically iron clothes, a sink that can automatically wash dishes, and many colorful magic lamps!

The current attic does not look as dilapidated as it used to be. Except for a little less life, it is no worse than Wang Xuebin's living in the real world!

If it weren't for the vague thoughts about Hogwarts, he would have wished to submit this warm and magical house as a task!

Of course, he gave up on it in the end, not because the house he lived in was not good, but that Hogwarts castle would be better.

Humans are always like this, only those who can’t get it are called Xiao Tiantian, and those who get it are all called Mrs. Niu!

He casually took a book called "Modern History of Magic" from the bookshelf of the newly remodeled study on the second floor, walked out of the study, and followed the stone stairs with irregular lines to the living room.

The whole person threw himself on the sofa, snapped his fingers, and used magic power to wake up the magic lamp hanging from the ceiling.

With a pull of his right hand out of thin air, he brought out a large plate of fruit. The various fruits on the fruit plate were cut into shapes that ordinary people could not afford. They placed them on the marble coffee table next to the sofa, and started eating while reading a book.

The flame in the fireplace was beeping, and because of the special wood, the whole house was filled with a faint fragrance. This fragrance rose slowly along the chimney, floated into the air, and was blown away by the wind.

Next door to Wang Xuebin, Urquhart, dressed in a black suit and with a serious face, stood on the second floor of his villa. Through the window and the wind and snow, he seemed to see the man on the opposite side looking contented.

Urquhart didn't like his new neighbor, not just because of the man's good looks, or because he deliberately approached Minerva to please Minerva, but also because of the color of the man!

In this magical world where bloodlines are used to judge rank, xenophobic thoughts are far more deeply rooted than ordinary people imagined.

It is not uncommon for Death Eaters to take pleasure in torturing Muggles, but neither the Minister of Magic nor senior officials of the Ministry of Magic regard these as serious problems.

In the eyes of wizards in the West, pure blood is greater than mixed blood, mixed blood is greater than squibs, squibs are greater than magical creatures, magical creatures are greater than muggles, and muggles are greater than yellow people!

Urquhart is one of the relatively good wizards in the wizarding world. When he met Wang Xuebin, a yellow-skinned guy, he was only slightly disgusted.

If it is placed on other people in the Ministry of Magic, people like Wang Xuebin who have offended him must be brought into Azkaban!

No way, who made this a real and ugly world?

The vastness of the world is not limited to a small Hogwarts. Furthermore, even Hogwarts school has all kinds of bad things, let alone outside the ivory tower?

'Sa~'

An owl glided to his window against the wind and snow. Urquhart frowned slightly, opened the window, let the owl in, took down the letter brought by the owl, and opened it.

"Director Urquhart:

The Prime Minister of the Muggle World sent a letter to the minister, requesting an explanation for the case of the missing persons in Raslare Village. The department is busy with affairs, and the director needs to return to preside over the affairs as soon as possible. Sincerely, Huntley! "

After a long time, he took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, came to the desk, picked up the quill, bowed his head and wrote a short farewell letter, and let the owl send it to Hogwarts.

Then he simply tidied up and saluted, took out a pocket watch from a sealed drawer, placed it on the desk, took out his magic wand, aimed at the pocket watch, and said softly:

"Mentos!"

After tidying up his clothes, he lightly touched the pocket watch with his fingers, and with a 'swish' sound, he disappeared into the villa.

Wang Xuebin next door turned his head and took a look if he felt it, but after only one look, he turned back and sank into the ocean of the history of the magic world again.

"A portkey..."

Chapter 436

It was sunny after the snow, and the sky and the earth were silent. Wrapped in a thick quilt, looking out through the window full of mist, the eyes were covered with silver!

On a winter morning, being able to wrap up in a warm and dry quilt without thinking or doing anything is the happiest thing!

Especially watching other people busy, but I can enjoy my leisure, such a beauty, even an emperor would not change it!

I don't know if it was the time when Hogwarts was sending and receiving letters, and owls could be seen flying in the sky from time to time.

Most of them are carrying letters, and occasionally there will be two of them with quite a small package. It seems that Hogwarts does not prohibit online shopping!

'Puff puff puff...'

With a fluttering sound, a bewildered owl slammed into the window on the second floor of Wang Xuebin's attic.

Wang Xuebin's eyes were quick, and he quickly opened the window glass, facing the icy airflow, and let in the owl that looked a little bald.

"Cuckoo~"

After taking the newspaper brought by the owl, he casually fed it a handful of dried fish, and with a wave of his hand, the fur that the owl dropped in the bedroom was rolled out of the window.

This is the newspaper he subscribed to before. Only the Daily Prophet, such professional magazines as Contemporary Metamorphosis and Potion Exploration, must be mailed to the headquarters to order.

No way, after all, it is a professional journal, just like the Lancet, Nature, Science and other journals, you will never find them in newsstands, they are too highbrow!

"According to the Ministry of Magic, a bloody incident occurred in the village of Rasslare. According to the investigation by the elite Auror Alastor Moody, it is very likely that the werewolf Fenrir Greyback was responsible. All wizards are requested to be vigilant. Those who provide clues may Get a thousand Galleons!"

"The Nimbus Racing Broom Company has launched the new Nimbus 1001 racing broom, which perfectly combines safety and ease of handling.

With a speed of up to 120 miles per hour and the ability to make 360-degree sharp turns anywhere in the air, six Quidditch teams have announced their purchases, and Nimbus Racing Broom Company is expected to become a new magic broom giant! "

"According to our reporter's report, some members of the Pure Blood Supremacy Organization have a tendency to behave badly. The Ministry of Magic has sent officials to interview the organization's senior management and order rectification!"

"Pure blood supremacy organization? Isn't it just Death Eaters, you put it so euphemistically, and have a tendency to behave badly, hehe..."

Seeing the news about the Death Eaters recorded in the newspaper, Wang Xuebin almost laughed out loud.

He really didn't expect that the dark lord, who would be feared in the future, is now just a character being interviewed, and he doesn't know which one is a joke, the Ministry of Magic or Voldemort!

He casually threw this unknown newspaper on the bed, glanced at the owl who was still squatting in the room to hide from the warmth, shook his head, lifted the quilt, and walked to the bathroom on the second floor with a clatter!

The house was originally without heating, but when Wang Xuebin was renovating the house yesterday, he deliberately imitated the principle of the kang, connected several pipes from the fireplace, and connected them to the floors of each bedroom.

Therefore, as long as the fire on the first floor is still burning, the room will not feel cold!

Pushing the door and walking out of the bedroom, I looked at the fireplace from the stairs, well, yes, although the flame was a little weak, it was still burning.

Stepping on the warm and soft carpet with bare feet, I came to the bathroom on the second floor, turned on the faucet, touched it tentatively with my hand, and immediately shuddered. There is no hot water supply system, and the water is too cold...

Suppressing the discomfort, he splashed the cold water on his face, and in an instant, he became completely awake.

"Alas!"

Shivering, after washing carefully, he picked up the towel and dipped it on his face twice, then threw the towel on the shelf, and walked back to the bedroom barefoot.

"Cuckoo... cluck cluck..."

I went back to the bedroom and found that the original bald owl had an extra companion, one became two, and the new owl pushed the bald owl aside to grab its small dried fish to eat!

"Hey, a group is here for the banquet~"

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin didn't care. He waved his hand again and rolled the few owl feathers that had just fallen out of the window, giving the bald owl a pitiful look.

If it falls like this, the bald owl may soon be regarded as a Scottish round-faced fat chicken, and the pot is boiling...

He raised his hand to take the letters brought by the new owls, added a handful of dried fish to the two owls, turned around and picked up the nightgown on the bed and put them on, and went downstairs while unpacking the ones sent by Professor McGonagall letter.

"Dear Mr. Ancient One, Minerva McGonagall salutes you

Thank you for this gift, I can assure you it is the most amazing gift I have received in years!

After Headmaster Albus Dumbledore came back yesterday, he heard about the mistakes I made due to recklessness. He specially asked me to write to you and wanted to visit with you to apologize. I just don’t know if it’s convenient for you, sir. I’m waiting for the good news.

Your Minerva McGonagall"

When he came to the first floor, he added a few firewood to the fireplace and cleaned the ashes into the garden outside the door as fertilizer. Looking at the letter in his hand, he raised his eyebrows.

"Visit? I really plan to organize a group to have a banquet..."

Wang Xuebin hooked his mouth, shrugged, shook his head and smiled indifferently, and threw the letter on the coffee table aside.

Don't even think about it, it's definitely what Dumbledore meant. It should be that he himself did something out of line, which attracted Dumbledore's attention.

If I guessed right, the peeping eyes yesterday should be related to Dumbledore, but I don't know what method to use...

He swaggered to the kitchen and lit the stove to boil water. The stove was connected to city gas, and he didn't know how Hogsmeade connected it.

Dingling was busy for a while, and a simple breakfast was placed on the table, a large bowl of cold cabbage cores, a pot of sweet potato and polenta, two large plates of fried beef buns, and three marinated eggs.

Wang Xuebin's appetite has always been large, and a table of breakfast that is enough for three or four people will make him [-]% full.

No way, the exploration of the body's potential is an all-round exploration, not only the improvement of strength and endurance, but also the improvement of digestion and absorption capacity.

For him now, as long as he wants, he can eat non-stop 24 hours a day, but in this case he has to go to the toilet twice.

After all, he is a human being, not a Pixiu, let alone a Mary Sue, the ability to get in and out is not something that he can master now!

He can only do this if he can master the ability to completely convert mass into energy.

And if you want to master such an ability, you must at least push your brain potential to 40.00%. I don’t know if you have to wait until the year of the monkey, let him go...

"Dear Ms. Minerva McGonagall, I am delighted to receive your letter. I can visit you at any time. I don't need to apologize. I will prepare refreshments in advance to welcome you and Principal Ling.

Yours The old one”

Chapter 437 Contradictory Professor McGonagall

"Professor Dumbledore, I have received a reply from Mr. Gu Yi!"

In front of the window of the corridor on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was standing there, looking at the energetic and playing children on the Quidditch pitch with his nostalgic eyes.

It was a group of Gryffindor students who were about to graduate. They rode worn-out brooms, fearlessly shuttled in the cold wind, snatching a worn-out Quaffle that was a bit faded.

Children's happiness is so simple, an old broomstick, a Quaffle, a group of good classmates, is a happy time.

They don't need to think too much, they just need to be happy.

Whether it is the pressure from life or the tense atmosphere in the magic world, a group of adults will form a city wall with their bodies to build a pure land for them.

And Dumbledore is the strongest barrier in Hogwarts!

With him, Hogwarts will always be the safest place, whether it is Grindelwald or some pure-blooded Death Eater.

As long as he is there, no one will ever dare to invade this great magic academy, no one is an exception!

"He didn't refuse our request to visit, and said he could do it anytime!"

Holding a stack of parchment in his arms, Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a brown pointed hat, walked over in a brisk pace, looked at Dumbledore, who was watching the energetic children downstairs, and began to report.

"Oh~"

Hearing what Professor McGonagall said, Dumbledore, who was dressed in silver-white robes with starbursts, came back to his senses, turned to look at Professor McGonagall, and said with a sorry face:

"Excuse me, Minerva, what are you talking about?

You know, when you get older, your ears will inevitably become a bit difficult to use. Can you repeat it? "

Although Professor McGonagall didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but he didn't take his casual excuse seriously. He just turned his head and frowned, looked at the children flying around outside the window, and repeated:

"Mr. Gu Yi wrote back, saying that you and I can visit at any time. This is the letter he replied..."

While talking, Professor McGonagall took out a small piece of parchment from the top of the homework handed in by the students, and handed it to Dumbledore.

"...To be honest, I don't think it's a good idea to visit rashly. Instead of putting the meeting place at the other party's home, it's better to make an appointment at the Pig's Head Bar. I've met the owner of the Pig's Head Bar. He is also a powerful wizard. ..."

Regarding Professor McGonagall's proposal, Dumbledore looked up at the other party, raised his gray eyebrows, noncommittal, took the parchment letter, held it in front of him, and read it carefully.

"...well, looks like a very polite...young...man...Chinese wizard...but knows something about our culture...at least...this font is bigger than what I wrote Much prettier..."

Looking at the beautiful calligraphy on the letter, Dumbledore sighed, folded the letter twice, put it in his pocket, turned to Professor McGonagall, and comforted him:

"Don't worry, Minerva, I think... Mr. Gu Yi may not be a dangerous person!"

"No! Albus, you don't understand..."

Professor McGonagall had a dignified face, and in desperation, he accidentally called out Dumbledore's name, but Dumbledore didn't care at all. Instead, he looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile and said softly. Reassured:

"Speak slowly, Minerva, don't worry, I'm here!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall took a few deep breaths, sorted out his emotions slightly, and said slowly:

"The smell of blood, I smell a strong smell of blood in his magic!"

"what do you mean..."