Longevity Story

In the next instant, the three teenagers were mentioned in front of Xing Ke like chickens being picked up.

Of course, the wands they held tightly in their hands also indicated that they had thought of resisting, but the target wrapped in the hands of Xing Ke's high-concentration magic mage, it is difficult for the existence of a certain strength to cast the spell successfully, which is equivalent to being banned. magic.

"Cough, how are you? Three brave young men."

"Who are you?! Why arrest us?"

The light-blond boy noticed that the wand was useless, and calmly asked first.

"Why do you ask me to arrest you? Do you have any reason to trespass into other people's fields?"

"...Sorry, we didn't know it was your domain, you let us go, we'll go now."

The black-haired boy felt that they were the first to break the ban and came in, so he was a little cowardly.

"It's too late!—You broke the seal here and disturbed the rest of our two ancient evil gods, so one of our wishes must be fulfilled!

Otherwise, give your soul to appease our anger! ~"

Having said that, Xing Ke specially deformed and distorted his shadow into a very strange and terrifying appearance for the light and shadow effect.

It seems that time has passed for a long time, and some people don't know that this is the professor's office?

Ilya looked at him with a playful look, and turned her face to the side a little unbearably.

"Ah!—No! I will fulfill your wish, don't eat us—"

"Well, very good, boy, you are very good, what's your name?"

"Kenneth! Kenneth Archibald!"

"Oh, little Kenneth, you tell me, uh...what's the matter?"

Just as Xing Ke was about to ask, Illya who was beside him suddenly patted him on the shoulder, then leaned down with a strange expression and whispered something in Xing Ke's ear.

Then Xing Ke's expression became a little strange like Illya, and then he looked at the panic-stricken black-haired boy and the two friends who were struggling behind him.

"I said, the three of you should always do bad things, right? There is no hesitation in using a pseudonym."

"You, what are you talking about? I said my real name..."

"Che, if someone hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that the Archibald family is a famous pure-blood aristocrat, and the yellow-haired lemon head has been passed down from generation to generation. How could you be a traitor with black hair and black pupils?"

Saying that, Xing Ke sneered and raised a hand to grab the three...

"Ah!—no, I say, I tell the truth!"

The black-haired boy closed his eyes tightly, preparing to meet the arrival of the evil shadow palm, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Then he opened his eyes and saw the sight of the shadow grasping something in the palm of his hand and retracting it from behind him.

"Oh, there are a lot of small movements, why are you so skilled?"

Xing Ke took the silver dagger that was confiscated from the blond boy, put it in his hand and played with it, and found that this thing actually has a certain magic-breaking effect.

"A lot of good stuff, eh...Malfoy?"

Yes, in the small corner of the dagger's hilt is engraved in small words like this -

Happy birthday to my son Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy

Clock Tower? Division IX? Made in Baluye Workshop

"By... blond boy, tell me your father's name." Xing Ke had an ominous premonition.

"Drak, Drake Malfoy."

Seeing that his amulet was confiscated, Scorpius stopped struggling and looked very honest.

"It's true, fortunately it's not the grandchildren." Xing Ke breathed a sigh of relief: "How old are you this year?"

"Seventeen, sir."

Seeing that Xing Ke didn't seem to have the terrifying power he had just now, Scorpius simply became bold:

"Sir, do you know my father?"

"Well, yes, more than just knowing, I have bullied him."

"Uh...you arrested us, are you kidding us?"

"...Well, I suddenly have no interest." Xing Ke casually put the three of them down.

"Hehe, Guise, are you interested? There are only so many people in Hohenheim. Except for the limited number of talented people, the chances of meeting the descendants of acquaintances are very high."

Illya jokingly said Xing Ke's wicked way.

"That's you, okay? I only know a few in total."

There are not many acquaintances and unfamiliar people in Xing Ke.

"I only know a few in total, haven't we met? Let's make a bet, do you think the red-haired boy's last name is Weasley?"

585. On, why can a weak boy attack a strict teacher?What is the connection between this and blood?

"It wouldn't be so coincidental, would it? There are a lot of redheads, not all of them are Weasleys, right?"

While denying Illya, Xing Ke looked at the three boys who were freed over there, and the more he saw the red-haired boy, the more familiar he felt.

But he quickly denied his idea:

"No no no, this is so strange, how could Weasley and Malfoy be mixed up, they are a feud..."

But just in case, I plan to ask:

"Hey, red-haired kid, is your last name Weasley?"

"Who's a kid! No matter how you look at it, you're younger than me..."

"Don't talk nonsense, say what your surname is."

The giant claws of the shadow lifted up in an instant, and the red-haired boy who was just about to find a place was instantly cowardly.

"...I'm not Weasley."

"Haha, let me just say it?" Xing Ke protested to Eliya.

"But my mother is from the Weasleys, Ginny Molly Weasley."

"Uh..." Xing Ke retracted his smile.

"My name is Albus Severus Potter."

Well, Star Carved.This kid alone can get along with his four acquaintances——

Ginny, Harry, Old Deng, Snape...

Fate, amazing.

"So that's the case, Ginny and Harry's children are so old?" Illya felt that time passed too quickly, and was a little envious.

"No, no, even if he's not Weasley, it's even more impossible for Potter and Malfoy to mix? They're old enemies!"

"Guise... You, can't you expect world peace? Although the previous generation was an old enemy and a feud, the next generation can get along with each other. Isn't this romantic!"

Illya first had a helpless disposition of Xingke, and then smiled and said to Xingke:

"And I'm not very surprised, right? There are only so many people in the British magic world. Most of them found their partners in the school, and many of them have been close to each other. This generation is enemies, maybe the next generation will be relatives. ?"

"Well... you're thinking a little bit. In fact, this is the truth. After tens of thousands of years, there will be almost no races on the earth. Do Germans and Jews still live in the same bed and fight?"

In fact, Xing Ke also knows that there is no eternal war in the world, unless they perish together, unless they are reunited, as long as everyone does not perish, mutual integration is certain.

"But if the world is at peace... Wouldn't it be boring?"

It was actually quite interesting to see Drake and Harry against each other and calculating against each other.

"What are you talking about, Guise! There are children here..." Illya tapped Xing Ke's head with her wand.

"Oh, well, it's just that, after all, his surname is not Weasley." Xing Ke covered his head, saying that he still won the bet anyway.

"Oh, by the way, I was just chatting and forgot about the business."

With that said, Xing Ke turned his gaze back to the three little guys who were winking at each other, patted his head, returned the small silver dagger to Scorpius, and asked:

"Hi, eldest nephew, what time is it? A little more detail."

Although he was a little concerned about the title of eldest nephew, Scorpius still didn't say anything, took out a pocket watch from his arms, and replied:

"33:[-] p.m...."

"No no no, not this specific, but tell me the specific year, month and day, preferably the Muggle calendar."

"2023 AD, March 3th... what happened?"

"Illya, it seems like September [-] when we left?"

After the last decisive battle with the Tom Seven brothers, Xing Ke stayed in this office for more than three or four months, but he forgot the exact time.

"Well, I remember it was still a hot day but it turned slightly cooler..."

Illya can remember feelings better than dates.

"25 years? A quarter of an average person's life goes by like this."

Xing Ke felt that he was at a loss. He felt that he had missed [-] million yuan. Was the era of animation culture just missed by him?

"Ah, that, who are you?"

"Have you just experienced a time travel?"

"Apart from the time converter, is there any other time machine?"

The three teenagers asked three different questions at the same time. Thanks to the wink for a long time, you didn't even discuss the question.

Or did you deliberately pick three different questions for maximum benefit?

Xing Ke didn't want to say anything more to them, but groped for it from his pocket, took out a badge, pinned it to his chest, and gave a pretentious salute:

"Introduce yourself, Jessforgo Einzbern Cavendish, Jr., an honorable professor emeritus of the Clock Tower."

"Ugh?!--"

There were four exclamations in the audience.

After that, Xing Ke ignored Ilya's expression that I had heard of for the first time, and continued: