hp dragon fried shredded pork

Some people are human, but they don’t have human justice and self-respect. Charlie thought about it, such as Voldemort; some people are not human, but have more sense of responsibility than humans. Long Owen, and his partners Reynolds and Watson.

He had always believed that his partner and Director Owen would definitely find a solution to the soul curse that imprisoned him, and free himself from the fire-breathing dragon.Just as he believed in them every time he went on a mission, Charlie absolutely believed in his friends unconditionally.

But now he is a little uncertain, you know, more than two months have passed, and he has not left the hinterland of the rift valley.Even though he now clearly realizes that he likes pork shreds, what about the future?There was a vast expanse of whiteness, like the pure white snow of Christmas, or like a heavy fog in London occasionally, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Charlie sighed.

Now it can be described as helpless.Although he has always flaunted his optimistic and good personality, it is difficult for him to laugh in this situation, let alone just change to someone else. If the psychological endurance is weaker, it will not be two months , It is estimated that I will not be able to stay for two days.Thinking of this, he felt a kind of lofty morality of sacrificing for others filled his heart.

It was evening, and the hinterland was getting dark inch by inch, and the night had prepared a big party for some nocturnal animals.Charlie squatted bored in the dragon house, counting the sheep bones he had hidden.

This one is a tibia, this one is a rib, and that one is... a sheep's hoof?

A dark fragrance suddenly floated in the quiet night.Charlie was a little sleepy, maybe because he didn't sleep well during the day and his mind was full of strange thoughts, and now his eyelids suddenly felt heavy.He didn't think much, just fell into black sweetness like this.

A few muffled sounds came from not far from the ground of the rift valley, startling the brown-headed sparrows that were about to return to their nests.

Then the door of the Longshe was gently pushed open, as if afraid of waking Sleeping Dragon, the big man who came in first covered his mouth and spoke, but the one who came in later spoke with a normal volume.

"Are you sure it won't suddenly wake up?"

"No, it won't, Reynolds. I said can you put your hands down, did you wipe your hands after going to the toilet last time?" The thin wizard like a bamboo pole looked disgusted.

"Seriously, Watson—how could this be Charlie? If we get it wrong, will there be a dragon in Charlie's body? Oh, I wiped it, I did." Reynolds' black eyes were shining His beard, which covered almost all of his face, shone brightly.Or rubbed it on your cloak, he thought.

"Imagination! What a richness of your mind, I wonder what's in it. Would you like to let me know? As to whether the spirit of a dragon goes in, I think you'd better ask this A dragon, see if he is willing."

"What do you want to do to me, oh ho, got Watson, hurry up and work, poor Charlie is still waiting for us to save him." Reynolds didn't want to discuss his brain with that fast talker of his bamboo pole teammate The strange question of what is in the book, the straight-hearted big guy just wants to quickly complete the "hostage rescue mission" and go back to drink a cup of iced lemon tea...Of course, their friends must be rescued first.

Watson didn't talk nonsense. He pulled out a fifteen-inch wand from his sleeve-according to Raynor, this wand looked just like him, and his figure fit too well-and said to Raynor: "Take it quickly!" Come out, that bottle of stuff."

Renault heard it, untied his cloak, opened his shirt, and pulled out a bottle of red thick liquid from his belt.

"No, you actually put it there?"

"The director told me that this thing must maintain its body temperature, so I... don't look at me like that! Who likes to be a hen?"

Holding the bottle between thumb and forefinger to pour it down, Watson surrounded the dragon with a dotted line of red liquid.The magic related to the soul needs to be cautious again and again. He stepped forward and touched the scales of the dragon, and tested the temperature with his hands, and it was almost the same.

He drew a large circle in the air with his slender wand, and a green light shot out from the tip of the wand.

Simply speaking, this soul magic is not difficult. It is not difficult for Watson, who is not bad at learning, to figure out the pronunciation and pause of the spell. Although it is written as long as two inches of parchment, it is not difficult. The main reason it took them two months to save their poor Charlie.

According to Director Owen, the manpower and material resources needed to configure this "body returns to body, soul returns to soul" soul return potion are the reasons for prolonging their rescue front.The first is the potion, red, which contains a large amount of purified liquid of kudzu root, which can protect Charlie's soul from traveling through the air without interference from foreign objects after the soul is separated, and can also make the dragon's soul fall into a deep sleep, so as not to Really, as Reynolds said, the dragon ran into Charlie's body.

In addition, it takes a lot of time to refine this potion, and it is very difficult to control the heat, including the harsh conditions that the automatic stirring crucible cannot be used. All these combined together caused them to discover that Charlie was unconscious and his soul was gone two months ago. The fact that the body is powerless.

But now, Watson thought while reciting the spell, he missed Charlie's warm smile, worried about him for two months, and finally found the man (dragon).

"Hey, bamboo pole, look at the sheep bones on the ground, they are all buried neatly!" Renault kicked the shallow soil under his feet, pointing to the thick bones and said, "I think it's probably Charlie who did it here. The place is so boring, look at him. By the way, why didn't he fly over to find us? His wings should not be locked, you say, Watson—”

Watson: "@￥#@%@#...%￥[email protected]#%#￥...￥%&" (chanting a mantra silently)

Renault: "Hey, you said—"

"Don't you see I'm trying to chant the spell?! Stupid bear! Thanks to you, I have to do it all over again!"

"Okay, I promise not to talk..."

The muffled noise from before came again from the ground of the rift valley, but it was even lower than before, as if the ground had been dug through a hole and an unknown creature fell into the hole.

"Aha, let her taste George's torch bomb, brother's wrath!" Renault couldn't help laughing again.

"I swear, if you interrupt me again, I'll tell George to give you a torch too! Want a taste? My anger?" Watson gritted his teeth.

Renault quickly waved his hands and shook his head, saying no no no.

For the third time, Watson successfully recited the spell, and drew a big circle in the air as he had practiced many times before. A puff of green smoke slowly spewed out from the mouth of the wand, gradually filling the dragon house.

"Get out, don't breathe." He pushed Renault behind his back, turned and closed the door.

After a while, the green smoke in the room gradually tended to dissipate. Watson and Renault glanced at each other.

—Come back, Charlie, come back, our brother.