Happy times are always short-lived – even if it's a moment of inactivity. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A large number of wolf-like little wizards are destined to have no time to waste here - although he doesn't think much of the inheritance here, but he can sell it for money.

The inheritances that can't be sold for money these days are all hooligans!

However, there is a legacy of death and money on Allen's side - although it is not a pit at all.

Although he had already penetrated into the interior of the enemy army, Alan couldn't learn what Sun Dasheng was doing in the belly of the castle at this time - there were not so many defensive spells in the stomach of the monster!

Alan could see a large number of defensive spells everywhere he could see with his naked eye, let alone those that he couldn't see.

Thankfully, the journey to the castle was complicated, but it gave him a sense of familiarity, and with his instincts, Alan quickly figured out the most basic direction from the castle - no easy task.

Wizards prefer other spells to straightforward killing spells, spells with all sorts of magical effects—spells that kill are not only less elegant than wizards boast of their professed elegance, but can easily send them to wizarding prisons.

The Muggle Expulsion Charm, for example, was a very successful spell, and it could easily have an effect on wizards of the same kind with the help of wizards - such as Sirius's spell to hide his house.

And what happened to Eren was another variant of this spell - it affected the wizard's sense of direction.

Alan kept walking with his senses - he felt something calling him!

God, in the legends of countless wizards, this is all a manifestation of the spirit of magical artifacts!

After turning on the shield to reconfirm that he was not affected by magic, Eren turned off the extremely mana-consuming shield again.

Think about it, what is the most famous magic item that can respond to the call of a wizard?

It's the famous goblin product that killed a lot of Horcruxes, Gryffindor's dagger!

Thinking that this is the inheritance of Slytherin's descendants, Alan can't help but feel a little excited - mosquitoes are also meat, even if the inheritance of the system is good, he will not dislike Slytherin things are bad!

He's not a guy who likes the new and hates the old, and he doesn't refuse magic props to summon him or something!

As for why Slytherin's props fell in love with him, whatever, didn't Voldemort among Slytherin's descendants also have a crush on Voldemort and his father?

With that increasingly strong guidance, Alan traveled on a complicated road.

Finally, after turning a corner, Alan stopped in his tracks.

It's a huge portrait -- but it's a non-moving kind, no way, you can't expect a bunch of fruit to travel to the other paintings.

As Alan touched the huge painting, it began to split apart, leaking a wide passageway.

Eren turned on the purple shield again, and was ready to turn on the shield of the Wheel Mom - he wasn't sure if there was a trap that could break the shield of the Demon.

However, all defenses proved to be useless.

That's right, his guidance, his hunch, his defenses, all fake—Alan felt tired.

It's a place where there's absolutely no way to have an offensive trap.

The shelves inside are filled with precious liquor, silver cutlery, and fresh vegetables.

That's right, it's the restaurant!

Countless alpacas galloped through Allen's heart, and there were countless swear words in his chest that did not vomit unpleasantly。。。。。。

We're Hufflepuffs the food academy getting in your way Slytherin?

What an international joke! Believe it or not, he demolished this house!

What could be here? Slytherin spoon or bread cutter?

Wait! Alan, who was about to vent, suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

Fresh vegetables?

What are you kidding, judging from the data, no one has been here for at least a few hundred years, how can there be fresh vegetables?

Then, a shrill voice sounded in Alan's ear.

"Well, sir, may I ask you to have some rabbits today?"

Uh, no, that's an auditory hallucination.

"That, sir, may I ask, are you the owner of Duoduo?"

Talking was a creature that Eren knew all the most, timid and hospitable, so warm that you can't stand it.

With the help of these little creatures, the Hufflepuffs' weekly burn was able to continue.

That's right, in front of Allen's eyes, it was a house-elf - although he didn't know why this house-elf didn't immediately attack him in line with the wizard's concept, Allen was still ready to defend at the first time.

Don't underestimate these elves, even without a wand, their combat power is still extraordinary, and they are not afraid of death.

For them, the glory of dying for their master is even higher than being beheaded and hung on the wall after old age.

It stands to reason that the elves guarding the castle should stand up and fight to the death against the invaders to protect their master's property - if Mundungus Fletch hadn't obtained Sirius's permission to enter, Kreacher wouldn't have fought with him.

However, to his surprise, the little elf in front of him had no intention of attacking at all, on the contrary, she quickly muttered something in her mouth.

"God, here comes the master - what did they tell Duoduo?"

"Clean the castle - Duoduo did it, except for the dungeon that had been specially ordered. ”

"Wipe down the glass – Blossom did it, and every piece of glass was spotless. ”

"Oh, what else did Duoduo not do?"

"God--I forgot to make a pot of black tea for my master--but Duoduo can't help it--there is no way to grow tea trees in the castle, there is no tea in the castle!"

"Duoduo is a bad elf, Duoduo didn't follow the instructions of the other elves to complete the master's orders!"

The house-elf slammed his head into the floor in a frenzy after a word.

"Hey, Duoduo, don't!" Alan hurriedly called out to the crazy elf - it seemed that she would not stop bleeding without touching her head, and Hufflepuff Allen, who had the best relationship with the house-elf, naturally wanted to stop it.

Unfortunately, his words didn't help - and then Alan remembered that the creatures outside of Hogwarts and the elves inside Hogwarts were completely different things.

So, Alan had to make a bold attempt.

"Duoduo, I order you, as the master, to stop hurting yourself!"

This order was quickly echoed by the elf, who quickly stopped her self-mutilating behavior - "Okay, master, Duoduo is an obedient elf, please don't give Duoduo clothes." ”

Well, Allen said, this time it's acceptable.

Just as he was about to get information about the castle from the elf who had just been fooled, well, the elf who had automatically sent it to the door, an explosion suddenly sounded in the distance.

That group of people so fast? Okay, gotta come on.

"Master, an intruder has entered!" the elf's shrill voice rang in his ears.

Got it, aren't they just the 19 guys - maybe even less, and hopefully they won't be dumbfounded when they come over and see most of the inheritance taken away.

However, the elf's next sentence stunned him - "Master, let's hide, there are dozens of intruders!"

ps: In order to prevent you from saying that it was sent together out of context, it was written much slower than expected, good night everyone