Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

Volume of the Poisoned Egg at Hogwarts is really delicious. "What's your background, little kid?" Jiang Kun seemed not to be as sleepy as before. He tilted his head and looked at Egg happily. "Xingmin is still pure blood."

"I don't know either." Iger grinned awkwardly, "Um, who is Xingmin?"

"That's what you call Muggles," the old man said casually. "A few decades ago, with the spread of Western wizard culture, China also began to use a name called Muggles. But don't call them that. It's a curse. "

"Um, Brother Zhuge," Iger's mouth twitched.

"That kid is a pure-blood, the eldest son of the Zhuge family. Although pure-blood families in China do not discriminate against lucky people, they also pay attention to being well-matched when making friends and marrying wives. That little piggy kid is very arrogant." Jiang Kun sighed melancholy. His tone is "I haven't learned much about my skills, but I have learned a lot about my bad habits. This is the current witchcraft world."

There is quite a bit of emotion in the words that is not as good as the waves.

"It is a common problem among wizards to cherish their brooms. It is even more serious in China than in the West." Mr. Jiang muttered with an unhappy face. "The reason why young wizards in modern times have started to use wands is because there is nothing learned in China." A true heritage of witchcraft”

What the old man said was very reasonable. Iger felt that it would be best to listen to this theory more. There would be no harm in it.

"Can the little kid know how to control a sword?" the old man asked happily looking at Egg.

"No," Egger replied bluntly.

"Where is the weapon refining technique?" Jiang Kun asked again.

"Neither" Iger was a little ashamed.

"The Art of Qihuang"

"No," Iger grinned awkwardly. Qi Huang Dao was the name of the Chinese potion class.

"Shen Nong Xue"

"will not"

"Astronomy"

"don't know"

"Feng Shui Pulse Search"

“Don’t understand”

"You should know some defense skills, right?" Mr. Jiang frowned slightly.

Egg smacked his lips, "This is proficient."

Zhuge Yun said when he came here that the art of defense is Defense Against Dark Arts.

"What are you good at?" The old man smiled, finally he had something he was good at.

"Swing the hammer" Iger vowed and patted his chest.

Jiang Kun ""

The old man feels that he has fallen behind the times. Since when has swinging a hammer been regarded as a defensive technique?

"How about the teleportation technique?" Jiang Kun looked at Aige.

"Ignore the restrictions, move at will and you will be half of China." Iger's chest thumped loudly, with a proud look on his face.

"If you are a good young man, you will be able to conquer the world." Jiang Kun smiled.

He finally understood that this was a tough guy. If he was reckless, he would be reckless. If he couldn't be more reckless, he would run away and no one could catch him.

In a sense, he is invincible.

"What's going on in Europe now?" Old Man Jiang raised his eyelids.

"Very good." Egg responded casually.

"What's that called Fufu?" Jiang Kun squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of what to call it.

"Voldemort."

"Yes, is Voldemort still jumping around?" Jiang Kun looked at Iger curiously.

"I can't jump anymore. I caught him and I won't live long." Egg laughed.

"That's right. If you ask me to say that Albus is timid, you don't care about him so much. If you catch him and kill him, it will be over." The old man laughed. "If I were a hundred years younger, I wouldn't kill him if I caught him." It’s strange that the little cub has gone to heaven.”

Egg was ashamed. He really couldn't figure out why the old men he knew were more aggressive than the last.

Dumbledore captured Grindelwald, Nicolas Flamel slaughtered many wizards, and the one in front of him was even more ferocious and domineering.

"The last time I saw Albus was more than twenty years ago, at the International Federation of Wizards Conference. At that time, he was not yet a hundred years old, and I was just in my early two hundred."

Egg ""

"At that time, he was so worried that it made me very upset." Mr. Jiang sneered, "If this was my student, I would have cleaned up the house a long time ago."

The old man is so powerful

Egger felt a little emotional, he was still a little too young.

After a long time, when the old man finished talking, Iger turned around and left, and then saw a sign flying over from the old man.

Egg subconsciously took the sign, which had the three words "Kunlun Hall" engraved in seal script.

"This is the student's badge, proof of identity. Take it, and you will be a student of my Kunlun Hall. Go and see the Phoenix." The old man waved his hand, and Ige bowed to the old man again and turned to leave.

For Egger, contact with Jiang Kun is more tiring than contact with Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore.

Egg can be compared with those two people, because whether it is Nicolas Flamel or Dumbledore, both of them are alive and kicking. Nicolas Flamel can even trot even at the age of more than years old. Who would believe it?

But Mr. Jiang was different. He looked like he was in his twilight years and puffed out cigarette smoke from time to time. This made Iger afraid that if the old guy lost his temper while chatting, he would be in trouble.

Are you kidding me?

Chinese old man

How should I say your uncle or your uncle?

The moment he walked out of the door of the principal's office, a rock rose up from the door, carrying Egg upwards. The moment he reached the top floor, the surrounding light suddenly became bright and sunny. The starry sky he had just seen disappeared, and the surrounding area became A quiet and peaceful small forest, with the faint sound of birdsong ringing in the forest.

After jumping off the rock, Egger walked toward the forest, chirping, "Are there any birds?"

"Who are you?" a crisp voice sounded, and a colorful little head poked out from a branch not far from Egg. A little parrot tilted its head and looked at Egg in human language.

"I'm here to see Phoenix." Egger told the truth.

"No, get out of here." The little parrot screamed.

"I'm here to find Phoenix." Egger held up the staff behind him with an expressionless expression.

"Go inside." The little parrot chirped and flapped its wings and flew away. A faint cursing voice could be heard in the air.

On the other side, Zhuge Yun met a little baby again.

We are also in Tibet, we are also riding a broom, but the difference is that this time the foreign doll is a little lolita.

Zhuge Yun was a little surprised. Why did he stow away from Tibet today? I should mention it at the next meeting. Those bastards Asan are too shameless.

In fact, national defense issues have always been a headache for the magic world.

Whether it is apparation or door keys, they cannot be solved by border defense alone, which makes many dark wizards unable to track them at all.

"Where did you come from and what is your name?" Zhuge Yun sat on the flying carpet and looked at the little girl in front of him with a headache.

Emily looked at the man on the flying carpet in front of her expressionlessly, and immediately started chattering a lot, regardless of whether the other person understood her language.

Although Zhuge Yun's English is not very good, he still understood a few words.

艾格

"You are looking for this person." Zhuge Yun looked at the little girl with a smile, and took out a mirror from his arms, and Egger's appearance was shown in the mirror.

Emily nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

After looking at Emily's appearance, Zhuge Yun held his chin and thought for a moment.

Could it be Iger’s little lover?

"Come with me" Zhuge Yun sighed, it looked like he had to run again.

Are young people today so crazy? They chase their little boyfriend halfway around the world and are not afraid of meeting a dark wizard.

Zhuge Yun is very fond of Iger, on the one hand because of his temperament, and on the other hand because of the half-floating golden staff behind him showing off his wealth. No matter where he looks from, Iger does not look like an ordinary wizard.

For a pure-blood family, having a foreign friend with a transcendent status is a very good thing.

This is true for the West, and even more so for the East.

Moreover, children from aristocratic families like Zhuge Yun are different from people like Lucius who emphasize their pure-blood status every day. Traditional Chinese etiquette means that Zhuge Yun will not show it on his face whether he is friends with the other person or dislikes the other person.

At the same time, in the Bird Pavilion

Egg looked at the little phoenix on the sycamore tree in front of him with saliva on his face, and called out "What's your name?"

Phoenixes are arrogant, and the one in front of them is obviously no exception. Egger failed to get any response.

This was already the fifth phoenix, and none of the five phoenixes wanted to talk to him.

Egger was helpless and depressed.

Everything Iger has done has always been smooth sailing, but this is the first time I've hit a snag.

So how did Dumbledore's ancestor do it? Why does the Phoenix appear whenever anyone named Dumbledore needs help?

it's not fair

Egger sniffed, looked up at the little phoenix on the treetop, and curled his lips sourly.

Ignore it and ignore it. Labor and management don’t have to ask for Phoenix.

You might as well raise a chicken, it looks pretty much the same anyway.

Iger thought maliciously, don't tell me, this thought really made me feel better. Iger was too lazy to talk to the firebird on the tree anymore. He sat down on the root of the tree and took out a bloody piece of beef from his arms. The fire started to roast.

I haven’t had a meal since I left Albania. It’s hard to go back to China. I can’t go back to China in vain. It’s not a picnic.

After setting up two stone slabs, Egger began to grill meat by himself. The aroma of barbecue continued to spread around, and the smoke curled up in the forest of Bainiao Pavilion, which looked a bit interesting.

"You are so unreasonable as a human being, you are roasting meat in front of Phoenix." Standing on the thick sycamore tree, the little Phoenix spoke.

"It's not my family's phoenix, labor and management don't care what you think," Iger curled his lips.

You won’t come with me anyway, why should I consider your ideas?

Besides, Dumbledore teased Fox with small cakes every day, and he never saw why Fox was unhappy. To put it bluntly, these stupid birds were spoiled.

The Phoenix has a unique meaning to the Chinese people. Although it seems important, from the essence of the matter, it is just a mascot.

A few minutes later, Egg looked at the whitish beef roasted on the stone slab and sniffed.

"It smells so good," Iger grinned.

This fine beef was still for Buckbeak's meal. So far, he hadn't rushed to send it to him, but it had gone into his stomach first.

The little phoenix on the branch looked at Egg and narrowed his eyes disdainfully, seeming to be disgusted.

"Are you going to eat it?" Then he picked up a piece of cooked beef. Egg looked up at the phoenix on the branch.

"You won't eat unless you practice it, and you won't drink from the sweet spring. Do you understand what I mean, little foreign devil?" The little phoenix on the branch raised its head proudly and shook its long tail feathers behind it.

"Little foreign devil" Iger raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, I'm still too embarrassed for you, right?

"You really don't want to eat." Egg looked at Phoenix with a smile.

"Who wants to eat that? It's a vulgar thing." Little Phoenix was very arrogant, and then he snorted "Trash" as if he was not relieved.

"Very good" Iger grinned.

As soon as he finished speaking, the little Phoenix saw Egger's figure instantly appear in front of him, pinching his neck with one hand, and pinching his wings with the other hand.

The little thing was immediately picked up by Iger like a chicken.

"Since you don't want to eat, let me feed you." Iger had a weird smile on his face, clamped the wings of the little phoenix between his legs, stretched out his hand to pinch open the beak of the little phoenix, and stuffed the beef into it.

The chirping of the phoenix in the forest had just begun. Then the chirping immediately weakened and turned into a suppressed chirp. After a few minutes, there was no sound in the forest.

In the principal's room, a rocking chair was rocking gently. Mr. Jiang was smoking and looking at a large bronze mirror not far away that was as tall as a person. What was reflected in the mirror was the scene in the Bird Pavilion on the roof.

Jiang Kun couldn't help laughing when he saw Aige forcefully stuffing roast beef into the little Phoenix.

"How can this be true? How can it be true? Hahahahaha." The old man rocked the rocking chair excitedly, with a look of gloating on his face. "Why didn't I think of that before?"

"Is it delicious?" Iger jumped out of the sycamore tree with the little phoenix in his arms, squatted by the fire and asked with raised eyebrows.

"What a vulgar thing." The little phoenix opened and closed its beak and screamed several times, "Let me go quickly, I won't eat it, I won't eat it."

The protest was ineffective, and another piece of beef was stuffed into Little Phoenix's mouth, which made Little Phoenix roll his eyes.

"Is it delicious?" Iger grinned and looked at the little Phoenix with a serious smile.

Little Phoenix shrank his head and became silent.

Another piece of beef was stuffed into my mouth

"Is it delicious?" The corners of Egger's mouth raised slightly.

"good to eat"

“One more piece”

The little phoenix was silent

It is very young, only two or three hundred years old. From the moment it was born, both the wizards and the tribesmen around it told it not to eat unless it was cooked, and not to drink from the spring. The little Phoenix felt that he should be so noble by nature. of.

The so-called Lianshi refers to the bamboo rice produced by old bamboos, while Liquan refers to spring water that is sweet and refreshing and tastes like light wine.

It can be said that he is very picky.

Especially since the Kunlun Hall was built, the little Phoenix has never left the sycamore tree. Although every tree looks the same to it, others tell it that it is noble and only the sycamore tree is worthy of its status.

However, this doesn't work here in Aige.

Little Phoenix's values ​​of more than two hundred years were ravaged to pieces by Iger, and he stuffed half a kilogram of cooked beef into it.

When Egg saw that the little Phoenix was silent, he casually picked up another piece of cooked beef and stuffed it into it. This time, he didn't have to pinch the bird's beak, and the little thing opened its mouth on his own.

"That's right." Iger grinned. "Isn't it delicious?"

Little Phoenix remained silent.

Half an hour later, one person and one bird were leaning against the roots of the tree, patting their bellies.

"It smells so good," the little phoenix smacked its beak and shouted.