Hogwarts genius wizard

Jiang Xinglong felt that he was going to be drowned.

He couldn't keep his eyes open.

His nose seemed to be blocked and he couldn't breathe at all.

The whole body was extremely weak, as if trapped in a small package.

Just enough to stretch my arms and legs.

"No, I don't want to die!"

He struggled desperately.

Trying to escape this suffocating fate.

Presumably his struggle played a role.

The package was gradually opened.

Mingming's eyes were still tightly closed, but he felt alive.

That is a light.

"I want to go out!"

He squeezed through the tight opening with all his strength, and escaped little by little.

At the same time, the mouth is opening little by little.

Soon under the action of a powerful force, he escaped successfully.

Enduring the pain all over his body, he began to regain his strength little by little.

The dreaded feeling of suffocation was completely gone.

A coolness entered his chest from his nose.

This is vitality.

He opened his throat and let out a mouthful of stale air.

This turbid breath is so majestic.

So much so that he made a sound like a child crying.

"Ahhh!"

A warm hand wrapped him in a soft towel.

That's right, towels.

From the keen touch of his skin, Jiang Xinglong could tell that this was a very comfortable towel.

It's just that this hand is a bit big.

Listening to the laughter and English in his ears, he didn't understand.

The strength in his body slowly recovered, and he successfully opened his eyes this time.

A beautiful woman with beautiful blond hair was lying on the hospital bed and hugging him.

The eyes of the young woman are so loving.

what happened

Jiang Xinglong's mind was a little out of order.

Immediately remembered his own memory.

A nanorobot implant operation is in progress, and an emergency occurs midway through the operation.

A strong electric current covered himself, and then completely lost consciousness.

Next to the hospital bed was a handsome young Obaro, and an old man who seemed to be the father of the handsome boy.

Both wore open-front suits, which are common in England.

The three were communicating in English.

Looking at the beautiful big sea blue eyes of the young woman,

Jiang Xinglong opened his mouth wide, like an old lottery player who won a 500 million lottery.

All kinds of legends flickered in his mind.

He lowered his head to look at his own body, but his little body was weak.

But what is certain is that he is not wearing any clothes, and is completely wrapped in a towel.

He couldn't help stroking up and down. Fortunately, his Italian cannon was still there.

Although I don't know what caliber it will be in the future, at least there is no need to worry about casting the wrong tire.

"Damn it, can you speak English slowly so that I can hear you clearly."

Although Jiang Xinglong's English score is very bad, after all, he has watched American TV series for many years, and with the hard work of the subtitle emperor, he can understand a little bit.

The weakness of the body pulled him back to consciousness.

A sense of exhaustion kept rising.

Slowly he closed his eyes.

The little nose kept breathing the vitality in the air, and the voice in the ear became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

When he woke up again, it was already midnight.

An ingenious warming bed for children.

Besides him, there are two babies here.

But those two slept soundly.

Three men in black stood next to him, still holding a small stick in their hands.

A little thicker and longer than chopsticks.

It's good for hitting kids.

Jiang Xinglong looked curiously at these three strange men in ugly black clothes.

All three look good.

A middle-aged man with a serious expression.

A young man made a face at him to make him laugh.

Jiang Xinglong looked at him like a fool.

A young woman who looked no worse than his mother saw that he was awake, and couldn't help kissing him.

"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx."

Well, I still don't get it.

Jiang Xinglong was so angry in his heart.

The middle-aged man was obviously the leader, and he didn't know what he said.

The young man took out something like a pocket watch in his left hand, and a stick in his right hand, standing in front of Jiang Xinglong and muttering.

Soon a trace of blood slowly rose from Jiang Xinglong's chest like a silk thread out of thin air, and entered into the pocket watch in an unscientific way that violated Sir Newton's coffin board.

Jiang Xinglong stared at this strange scene with wide eyes, his little heart beating non-stop.

The common sense of materialism in the 21st century told him that he must be dreaming.

Or are these three people magicians?

Seeing his fright, the young woman tapped the stick lightly with her right hand.

A soft white light hit him.

The light was so gentle that it made him fall into a deep sleep.

Before unconsciousness, I heard a name.

"Jones."

That's probably her name.

After dawn, he immediately opened his eyes.

God forbid, he's still alive.

Jiang Xinglong breathed a sigh of relief.

It was drizzling outside the ward, and the room was a little deserted.

But the thermal bed is very good, at least Jiang Xinglong didn't feel the cold.

"system?"

"Grandpa?"

"God?"

"Daozu?"

Lying in the quiet warming bed, he called out the names of all the gods in China and the West that he could think of.

Yet no one responded to him.

"Forget it, without cheating, I can still get ahead."

Jiang Xinglong's two small blue eyes rolled around.

His sixth sense told him that the three people he saw last night were definitely suspicious.

A stick can draw blood out of one's own chest.

A stick can glow and stun himself.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like Obaro's wizard.

"Fuck, it can't be a dark wizard, right?"

He immediately thought of this special profession.

No way, Obaro's white people like to divide wizards into black, white and gray.

Don't the villains just like to wear a big black robe with an ugly skyline?

Jiang Xinglong's mind turned quickly.

Although I don't understand what those three people did, there is definitely something wrong with that pocket watch.

Otherwise, why collect his blood?

In Eastern legends, blood can be used as a medium for casting spells.

Like curses or something.

But Jiang Xinglong thought of the appearance, temperament, and demeanor of the three of them, and they didn't look like bad guys either.

Or maybe in this British-like world, bad guys also pay attention to their style these days?

It is possible.

Every time there is a major earthquake in Japan, people from the Black Mountain Group are the fastest to arrive at the scene to save people.

This kind of public welfare has shamed so many black feet of the white guys.

"very hungry!"

Jiang Xinglong turned his head weakly, looking at the rain outside the window.

He feels very hungry, but there is no one outside.

After a battle between reason and belly, he chose belly without hesitation.

"Ahhhh!"

The sharp cries of children broke the calm of the clinic in Woking Town.

A dark-haired beauty hurriedly opened the door.

Seeing Jiang Xinglong "crying", he smiled slightly.

Pop a bottle of soaked milk into his mouth.

It's a bit of a shame though.

But Jiang Xinglong decided to eat first.

Holding the bottle in both hands, he drank quickly.

After drinking, he pushed the bottle away and looked at the third big beauty with small eyes.

"This place is not bad, there are so many beauties."

The brunette beauty picked up the bottle and kissed his delicate forehead.

"xxxxxxxxxxxx."

I still don't understand, but I'm still hungry.

So he set his sights on the bottle.

This time the brunette beauty seemed to understand.