Dragon's pet cub

In the end, Tangtang still decided to cultivate both gods and demons.

He wrote a letter to Xavier, asking his father for his opinion, and was about to send it out. When he was about to read a spell on the letter paper, Little Fat Chirp flew over with flapping wings, puffed out his round belly, and tweeted loudly. Express her willingness to deliver the letter, and refuse to let Tangtang turn into a little paper bird again.

Tangtang had no choice but to agree, stroked Jiujiu's feathers, and fed him the little paper balls before watching it fly away reluctantly.

The next day, he received a reply.

The content is not long, but Xavier's handwriting is sharp and strong, which is very ornamental.

He told Tangtang not to think too much, learn if he likes it, and reject it if he doesn't like it. No matter what Tangtang does, he will respect and support his choice.

After reading the letter, Tangtang nodded.

He likes magic, so he told the teacher his thoughts and accepted two kinds of courses.

Because both the Seminary and the School of Magic have different professional courses, and there are conflicts in time, it is inevitable to arrange some separate lectures.

The dean heard that Samuel liked the elf teacher very much. At the same time, Millard was naturally good at magic and had obvious advantages. He naturally asked Millard to be Samuel's magic teacher, and adjusted the course progress according to the students' conditions. What magic class should Muir take with the other students?

So, after Tangtang went to the seminary for a class, after class, she left with the teacher again.

This made it impossible for Thomas to even have a word with him.

Being released for a fight, kicked out of the dormitory, and the successive failures this time made Thomas taste the taste of frustration one after another, and his anger was almost wiped out.

He stared closely at the direction Tangtang left.

Other students noticed.

Hailey couldn't help but said: "Thomas, stop staring at Samuel. Didn't you successfully cast the magic spell after listening to him share his experience? He helped you."

Thomas fretted, "I know."

"I know you still..."

Before Hailey finished speaking, Thomas obviously didn't want to listen, and turned around and walked out of the classroom angrily.Haley was a little worried about whether he was going to trouble Samuel again, but she found that Thomas was going in the opposite direction to Samuel's.

Under the guidance of the priest teacher, Tangtang went to Professor Millard's office.

Standing in front of the closed door, he raised his hand and was about to knock politely.But before his fingers touched the door panel, it opened slowly by itself, as if quietly welcoming his arrival.

Tangtang liked this very much, he jumped in and greeted the door lively, as if in his eyes, the door was also a living life.

Once inside, you can see the panorama of the office.

It is spacious and tidy, with many books stacked on the desk, and bookshelves lined the walls, densely packed with magic books.Makes it look more like a mini library than an office.In the air, there is a faint woody aroma, just like being in the forest.

In front of the fireplace, there is a small wooden table and two single sofas.Millard was sitting on one of the couches, reading a book.

After Tangtang came in, the door closed gently behind him.

Millard raised his head, and his long light blond hair slid down his shoulders as he moved, pouring down like water, revealing his pointed ears.The delicate face and pure blond hair seem to be shining in the somewhat dim room of the castle.

"Teacher Elf!" Tangtang said cheerfully, happy to see the beautiful elf again.

Millard responded calmly, and said, "Come and sit down." TangTang obediently walked over, sat down on the sofa opposite him, put her two little hands on her knees, and stared at the teacher without blinking. .

Millard and his eyes met, and his smile immediately became brighter, and his eyes were full of stars.

Millard paused for a moment, then said slowly: "This is the first time you are in my class, let me explain to you first, the rules in my class."

"First, concentrate on listening to the class, and don't get distracted doing irrelevant things."

"Second, listen to me, and don't use magic in class without my permission."

"No. Don't interrupt me. If you have any questions, you can raise your hand. You can only speak after I nod."

"Understand?"

Tangtang nodded, and immediately used it, raising her short hands excitedly.

Millard pursed his lips, "Say."

Tangtang asked bluntly, "Teacher, I want to touch your ears, can I?"

Millard's jaw was set in a straight line.Although he had a hunch that the cub would say something he didn't want to hear, but when he actually heard it, he still had a headache.

"No." Millard refused.

Tangtang's face was full of doubts, "But, it didn't mean that if I entered the Magic Academy, I could..."

"That doesn't count, you chose the seminary." Millard looked calm and his tone was very light.

Tangtang pursed her lips, feeling a little unhappy about being cheated, and muttered, "But I'm still learning magic now, so I've entered two academies."

He looked at Millard with disapproving little eyes, full of accusations against untrustworthy adults.

Millard ignored his words and started class, "I heard that you have successfully conjured a magic bird, first use this piece of paper to show it to me."

Long fingers pressed against the parchment, pushing it into the middle.

Tangtang snorted, and chanted a mantra perfunctorily, with a drawn-out, lazy voice.

Millard frowned and scolded him: "Seriously..."

As soon as he spoke, a white light flashed across the parchment, turning into a round little fat chirp.

Successful.

Even if Samuel wasn't concentrating on chanting the spell.

In fact, spells only appeared to speed up the release of magic, not necessary.Those who are really good at magic can use it instantly as they wish.

When Tangtang came here, she also brought the little Fat Chirp that she conjured up earlier, and nestled on top of her head.At this time, when it saw the new little paper bird appear, it was immediately vigilant, as if the owner had other dogs outside, it was so angry that it flew to the table and fought with the bird.Fat birds peck each other.

Tangtang reached out to stop them.In order not to hurt him by mistake, the two little birds did pause and rubbed against his fingers intimately, but then they would be stared at fiercely by the other bird, and then they avoided Tangtang's hand by coincidence, Continue to fight, chirp chirp screaming.

Millard watched this scene, his light golden eyes could not help but see waves.

Several days have passed since the bird brought by Samuel was transformed, but it has not disappeared.At this time, it was fighting with the new paper bird, and it didn't lose the wind. It was enough to show how rich the magic power in Samuel was, far beyond the level that a child of this age should have, and even comparable to a senior magician.

Before the magic bird fought more fiercely and was about to destroy the table, Millard stretched out his hand and flicked lightly, the new little paper bird disappeared, leaving only the original one.

Jiujiu proudly puffed out his belly, as if he had won the victory and drove away the wild birds outside.

"Yes, some potential," Millard said.

Tangtang regained her energy after hearing Kua Kua, straightened her back, looked at Millard eagerly, and praised me again for my super powerful expression.

The cubs on the sofa have almost the same expression as the small group of fat birds nestled above their heads.

Millard coughed lightly, covering the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up.

"Having said that, you can't slack off the basics. For example, the potion class, the combination of various monster herbs, the dosage, order, duration, stirring direction, etc., must be kept in mind. Once you make a mistake, the potion crucible is likely to be destroyed. It will explode."

"Fried?" Tangtang repeated with her head tilted, stretched out her two little hands, and opened her hands, "Bang—is this like this?"

"Yes, so you must..." Millard was exhorting, when he looked up, he saw the cub in front of him eager to try, as if he really wanted to see the scene of the explosion.

Millard had a cold face, "The crucible exploded, and I will deduct your normal marks, which will affect your final grades."

At the end of the term, there will be a parent meeting.No pup wants to be shown a bad report card by its parents.Have to say, it's very useful.

Tangtang really languished, pouted, shook her short legs, and obediently responded, "Okay."

Although the tone sounds reluctant.

Millard made the potion in front of him and called him over halfway to try it too.Because of Millard's slender figure, the crucible was placed at a relatively high position. Tangtang walked over and couldn't reach it at all, and the shelf was higher than others.

So, he naturally looked up at Millard, opened his hands, and said softly, "Hug~"

The cub doesn't think so much, he is not tall enough, the teacher is tall, and he likes the good-looking teacher very much.It's too common to want to hug, there's nothing to worry about.

Millard froze.He has never held a baby.

He stood stiffly, motionless.

Tangtang opened her little hand, and found that the elf hadn't hugged him for a long time, and she was still a little confused. She thought he didn't hear it, and repeated it softly, as if she was being coquettish, "Teacher, hug~"

Millard pursed his thin lips, took a step back, and pointed to the corner, "There is a chair over there, you can move it around."

Tangtang tilted her head, becoming more puzzled.Why is it so troublesome to solve something that can be solved with a hug?But Teacher Elf insisted, so he obediently cooperated, turned around and ran to move the chair.

When passing by the table, he found a vase on which a withered branch was inserted obliquely, with withered leaves and dying.

Obviously such a lifeless thing is not good-looking, and it is generally impossible to arouse the interest of the little milk dragon.But for some reason, Tangtang suddenly remembered the Dragon Skeleton Mountain that he had visited with his father, where he found a flower blooming on the bones, and he was revived.

At this moment, he had a familiar feeling that this dead branch was also trying to bloom, trying to survive.

Tangtang couldn't help but stop, reaching out to touch it.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, his body suddenly hung in the air, and was hugged by a pair of cold white hands.

Millard carried him to the cauldron, farther and farther away from the vase, stared into his eyes, and ordered coldly: "Don't touch my things."

Although Millard has been acting cold and distant, he doesn't really hate children. On the contrary, when he talks to Tangtang, he always takes a very serious attitude.Tangtang can feel it, so relax and wanton.

However, this time he was really angry.

Tangtang wrung her little hands guiltily, her face was flushed, and her eyes were a little sore, but she tried her best to hold back her tears and kept them from rolling down.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I think it's beautiful, I want to say hello to it, touch it, I don't know, I can't touch it..."

Millard didn't expect him to cry either, so he calmed down and sighed secretly, "Forget it, I didn't remind you. This branch is very important to me, and it's very fragile. Just touching it won't do. You You can also see that it is dying."

Tangtang nodded, indicating that she understood.But then, he shook his head again and seriously retorted: "No, it's not dying. I heard it talk, and it will bloom. The flowers it blooms must be very beautiful!"

Millard was slightly taken aback, "Life...does it speak to you?"

"That's right." Tangtang nodded, her eyes couldn't contain the full teardrops, and one slipped down her cheek, just hitting the back of Millard's hand, leaving a little wet mark.

Only then did Millard come back to his senses, and wiped away his tears strangely, "Don't talk about that, you make the potion first."

"Good~"

Tangtang stepped on the small bench, grabbed the herbs and threw them into the cauldron, and stirred them with a spoon, feeling like she was cooking, playing a little fun.

Millard stood aside, watching him make the potion, whether there were any omissions or mistakes.

After a while, Millard unconsciously shifted his gaze to the vase at the corner of the table.Still dead branches with no signs of recovery.In the final analysis, it's just a child's innocent words, so it can't be taken seriously.

Perhaps it was the influence of Tangtang's dark cooking talent, the potion he made was also extraordinary.

Deep purple-black, bubbling and bubbling, exuding bursts of strange smell.

Compared with potions, it is obviously more like poison for killing people.

But Tangtang excitedly raised her hands and cheered: "I succeeded!"

Millard: "..."

Tangtang asked curiously again: "Teacher, is the potion delicious?"

Millard glanced at the pot and asked flatly, "What do you think?"

"Try it and you'll know." Tangtang reached into the crucible without hesitation, dipped a little to taste it.

Millard was startled, stopped him quickly, and said mercilessly: "Failed. The stirring was too vigorous, and the time to release the fog grass leaves was two seconds late. You just ate a piece of blue fish meat, and the amount was too small. Put this Copy the two pages of potion making steps ten times."

Tangtang buried her head in writing bitterly.Millard sat across from him and stared at him, not allowing him to be lazy.

Write all the way to the back.

Tangtang's handwriting became more and more scribbled, and she almost couldn't recognize what she wrote.

Finally, the last stroke was finished, and the quill pen poked heavily.

Tangtang heaved a sigh of relief, looked up happily, and was about to talk to the elf teacher, but saw Millard with his eyes closed, leaning on the sofa so tired that he fell asleep.

Her skin was like snow, her eyelashes were thick and slender, casting a faint shadow, her face was handsome and flawless, her chin was resting on her bony hand, she was sleeping peacefully and lightly.

Like a Sleeping Beauty.

Tangtang couldn't help shutting her mouth, took a breath, and then moved her butt slowly, slid down from the edge of the sofa, and walked towards Millard quietly.

This is a great opportunity to touch the elf's ears!

The teacher promised before, he is not secretly doing bad things!

Tangtang quickly convinced herself, step by step, like a thief, she touched the opposite side of the sofa, and observed the elf beauty's beauty up close.

Longlong likes it!I want to catch it back in the cave and hide it with the gems!

He slowly stretched out his small hand, and lightly touched Millard's pointed ears in his hair. It felt cool, soft, and magical.

Probably because the force was too light, Millard, who was asleep, felt itchy, and his ears trembled slightly.

Tangtang suddenly widened her eyes, they were sparkling.

After touching his ears, he noticed Millard's hair, light golden, long and smooth, flowing on the sofa, like a stream of gold piled up, glowing with luster, very alluring.

Tangtang picked up a strand of long hair with her hand, and looked at it fondly.

But not long after, the hair suddenly moved and slipped away from the palm of his hand.

Tangtang looked along reluctantly, and when she raised her head, she was caught off guard and met Millard's golden eyes.

Millard looked at him in silence, expressionless.

Tangtang had an innocent face, as if she hadn't done anything, she curled her mouth and smiled: "Teacher, you're awake~"

Millard's tone didn't fluctuate, "I don't wake up, how long are you going to play with my hair?"

Tangtang blinked her eyes, and firmly denied: "I didn't play, I just finished copying, and I want to ask the teacher to get up and read."

Millard narrowed his eyes slightly, "Really?"

"Yeah." Tangtang nodded vigorously, very determined, and even slapped her back, saying, "Besides, teacher, how can you sleep in class? This is wrong."

Millard: "..."

Tangtang smiled brightly again, and continued: "However, I like Teacher Elf very much, so I won't tell others, I will help you keep it a secret~"

Millard rubbed his forehead, took a look at the paper he had copied, asked a few more questions, and finally gave him a few elementary magic books, and drove him away indifferently, "Okay, you can go now."

Tangtang let out a long voice, hugged the textbook, and waved at Millard, full of vigor, "Goodbye, see you next class, teacher~"

Millard didn't respond, but continued to read with his head down.

Tangtang helped him and said, "Goodbye Tangtang, I look forward to seeing you next time~"

Millard moved slightly with his hand on the page.

The door opened and closed again, and the sound of lively and brisk footsteps gradually ran away.

No one noticed that the dead branch in the vase at the corner of the table flashed a faint light, and a little green bud sprouted quietly, so small that it was almost invisible, but it was a vitality that could not be ignored.