The taste of male gods is very unique

Coming out of Gringotts, Diagon Alley, which was still bustling just before noon, was unusually quiet, and no one was seen on the road.

One minute later, Irina glanced at Gringotts and was about to go back. After wandering around for a few minutes, she was still circling in place.Those who were about to open the doors on the street asked in the shops, and looked up at all the shops, and the doors were tightly locked.

At this time, more than a dozen black-robed wizards came from the front.

They were all dressed in uniform, wearing black cloaks with only one pair of eyes exposed, and holding a wooden stick in their hands. The leader was a blond man with draped waist, and the sunlight was half dimmed by him.

The blond man looked at Irina along the cobblestones.Why is this man looking at her?She couldn't help but wonder.

Malfoy received an instruction from the owner at Malfoy Manor this morning, asking her to find an 11-year-old girl with black hair and blue eyes. The little wizard she saw in front of her was less than one meter tall and looked no more than seven or eight years old.

It can't be the person the master wants, Malfoy whispered: "Go on"

Irina saw the blond man's eyes slowly move over him, she was instantly relieved, what was surprising was that the doors of the store were all open again a minute later, which made her puzzled.

Irina came to an owl point to get guidance, went to Lihen Bookstore smoothly, and bought all the books on the list. She stayed in the bookstore for half an hour before reluctantly coming out. These books were so wonderful that she thought of all move back.

An hour later, Irina finally came out of this magical and dangerous world.

Smelling the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in August, she was in a good mood. On the way, she met a little boy who got an ice cream for nothing.At this time, there was a bang, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

A gust of cold wind blew the osmanthus branches swaying, and the stamens were blown everywhere. With the refreshing fragrance, a cloud of black mist hit the dilapidated wooden door.

The instant the wooden door was slid across, the lacquered red wooden door turned into deep black in an instant, and even the handles on both sides were not spared.

Even darker than the wooden door is the person in the black mist, "It looks like a good harvest after buying it," Arna greeted in a calm and loving tone.

Irina looked down at the ice cream dripping on her chest and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry Alna ate a piece of ice cream."

The smell of chocolate still lingered in her mouth. It was thrown away by a little boy with shiny hair. She picked up the abandoned ones that no one wanted.

Alna didn't reply for a long time, but she kept thinking that if she came a few more times, she wouldn't have to go to Hallwards, she was scared to death.

Alna said after 10 minutes: "Now find a place to rest immediately"

Irina didn't dare to offend Arna and responded continuously, fearing that she would be unhappy after looking for too long, so she went directly to the Broken Ax Bar again.

The Broken Ax Bar was full of people, and a handsome man in a white robe was bragging on a long table not far away: "My friends, the greatest novelist in the magic world is about to be born, and he will lead the magic world to the light from now on. The Ministry of Magic is more useful than the Savior"

A bunch of nonsense Irina concluded, and stopped looking at the arrogant man with an empty head, walked quickly to the bar and said, "Boss has two rooms."

"Two rooms." Tom looked up and down the little wizard who had just walked out for 10 minutes and came back and asked in shock: "Dear little wizard, you must know that wizards can't separate their bodies."

Irina shuddered as soon as the words came out. The joke was too cold, colder than Alna hiding it in her sleeve. "Tom, I just need to put something," she said, covering her sleeve.

"Okay." Tom gave her two embroidered keys, expressing serious doubts about her ability to use them.

Irina followed Tom and asked, "How long will it take to reach Tom?"

"Soon." Tom held an oil lamp, and the light and shadow pulled his thin body into a giant with legs 1.8 meters long, comparable to the bearded giant he saw in the morning.

After walking for 10 minutes, I finally arrived at the room. There was an emerald green poisonous snake carved on the arch, and a string of wind chimes hung on the top of the door, rattling with the sound of footsteps.

"It's here." Tom stopped at the door and said, "Don't come out and stay in the room at night, just remember."

Although Irina didn't know the purpose of these words, Irina nodded. Seeing her responding to Tom's turn, she walked forward with a lamp, until she couldn't see her back clearly.

The open space, the darkness, and the breeze frightened her.Irina hurriedly inserted the key into the door lock and opened it with a creak, and a collapsed bed came into view.

There was a green quilt on the bed, and even the ground was painted green, with green ribbons everywhere.Everything is green, but not the bright green of spring, but a spooky dark green.

"Go in quickly," Arna urged, "There are no snakes here, and these lowly creatures dare not come in without me."

Hearing Arna's swearing tone, she stretched her legs and walked into the room. The first thing she did was to open the curtains and fill the room with greenery, which was scary.She needs the sun to pierce the dark green curtains with yellow lace edges and the tall emerald trees swayed their branches. Irina quickly closed the curtains again.

She looked down and saw the smell of tobacco on the lace edge of the curtain, she was startled and then looked down, there was still unburned ash in an ashtray.

Green, soot, poisonous snake, what do these represent?

The regular swing of the bell made Irina upset. She didn't want to stay here at all, and she always felt that something big would happen.

Nothing major happened, and Irina was already tortured to the point of insanity, holding a tome that weighed nearly five pounds, reading it so much that she just wanted to sleep.

And she found that without a wand, she couldn't use these spells at all. Arna taunted from the ceiling: "I can use magic without a stick when I was five years old." After finishing speaking, she didn't know where to go.

Just as Irina was about to refute the knock on the door, she lowered her voice and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

He whispered outside the door: "Did you see a little girl with black hair and blue eyes during the routine search?"

"No." Irina opened her mouth wide and suppressed her voice to the lowest level. The bell was still swinging regularly, and her heart was in a mess.

Fortunately, the knocking on the door stopped abruptly, and Irina, who escaped unharmed, packed the books and quickly climbed up the tree from the window.

Holding the trunk of the big tree in her hands made her extremely at ease, and she slowly slid down the tree with her legs clamped. A gust of wind came and blew the branches around, and also blew away the dark clouds. Irina accelerated the speed of her descent.

When she landed, a group of men in black cloaks pointed at her with magic wands, but they didn't cast any spells. Thanks to the tome, she already knew the process of reciting spells.

Irina watched as the group of people below gritted their teeth and climbed up the tree trunk. The rough bark oozes blood from the inside of her thigh, and the pain spreads rapidly. She doesn't care about it.

Halfway through the climb, I looked up and saw that there were men in cloaks standing at the window and doorway. In a dilemma, Irina grabbed a branch and swung to another tree like a monkey on a swing.

Not daring to stop for a moment, the cloaked man with the brows on the moon hadn't given up yet, Irina was already exhausted and tried her last bit of strength to climb to the top of the big tree, and jumped towards an alley in the distance.

The consequence of landing in a large font is that the internal organs are very painful. Lying on the cold ground, Irina looked at the alley. The dilapidated and messy place was still fresh in her memory. This is the place where she buried Jennifer.

She limped to the door of a house, found a garbage bag to put on her head, and picked out two small eyes for observation. At this time, there were footsteps coming from a distance. place.

It was another black cloak, and looking up at her signature greasy short hair, she was extremely happy. The big nose was the one who saved her once.

"The benefactor is saving me once" Irina yelled into the garbage bag.

Snape heard the sound and looked around, he grabbed his wand and shouted, "Who's there?"

Irina broke free from the garbage bag and climbed out, saying, "It's me. My benefactor saved me this morning. I'm sorry, can my benefactor save me again?"

"No." Snape refused straight away, the little wizard was simply troublesome.

After being rejected, Irina still refused to give up. There were a bunch of malicious people outside. She had to find a way to find a safe place, but there was nothing more trustworthy than a savior.

"Benefactor" Irina called out in a tone of nine to eighteen turns, and reached out to push the hair covering her eyes.

With black hair and blue eyes, Snape squinted his eyes and it seemed that he should have a good talk with Dumbledore. He grabbed Irina who was lying on the ground and went home.

Irina, who escaped again by chance, looked at the house of less than [-] square meters in front of her. The bookshelf only took up [-] square meters. There was an old peeling sofa and a small wooden table, which were comparable to her small utility room.

"Mr. Snape" Irina tried to get close, but the man ignored her, so she could only lie on the sofa bored.

"Get up" When Irina was about to fall asleep, a very magnetic voice rang in her ears, she raised her eyes and Snape was staring at her with a small bottle of blue potion.

"Is it for me?" Irina looked at the small glass bottle curiously and asked, "Is this the magic potion mentioned in the book? Can all diseases be healed after drinking it?"

"No," Snape said angrily, "what a troublesome brat"

Irina was used to listening to the tone of voice, and immediately shut up obediently when Snape was impatient.Smelling the fishy and stinky potion, she squeezed her nose and drank it. After drinking, her tongue was devastated and she lost consciousness.

"Put down your idiot expression" Snape snatched back the bottle with a cold face.

What a man that people can't like, Irina silently took back her words of thanks, saying that men might be more annoying.

Snape seems to have two brushes, she can move within 2 minutes after drinking, and she can't see any injuries at all. Irina secretly decided that she must learn potions well and reach the pinnacle of her life. I wonder if she is too excited. I saw gold bars falling from the sky.

The voice of "Return to God" brought back Irina's sanity, and the gold never came back, only a magic wand was pointed at her.

"What's the matter?" Irina asked, standing up and turning her wand in one direction.

"What's your name?" Snape asked succinctly.

Although she didn't know why Snape asked, she still answered obediently: "My name is Irina Alfred. I am ten years and eleven months old. I am 1.1 meters tall and weigh about seventy catties."

"Understood." As soon as the corner of Snape's robe was pushed through another door, Irina tactfully did not continue to follow.

Back in the room, Snape took out the double-sided mirror Malfoy had given him and called out to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore on the other side of the mirror was eating cockroaches and asked curiously: "Why did my child think of looking for me? Let me guess that something is wrong?"

"I'm not your child," Snape said through gritted teeth, "The Death Eaters are looking for a little girl named Alfred, and it just so happens that I have a black-haired, blue-eyed girl named Alfred at home."

Dumbledore shook his hand holding the pile of cockroaches, and his eyes flashed under the lens, and he warned: "Take care of her, don't let the Death Eaters take Alfred away. I need to discuss it with the board of directors, and then decide how to deal with the poor Little Alfred"