Without the slightest pause, the visitor walked straight in. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info hugged Phoenix, who was changing clothes and was almost naked. Phoenix's first reaction was that there was a problem. For at the moment he did not feel strange at all, but came into contact with a large area of delicate, tender skin, and felt refreshed—he did not feel that it was inappropriate, he did not question who it was, and he had no hope of finding out what was going on.

"Brother, I can't stand it!" said the girl who hugged him excitedly.

Phoenix wanted to say something, but his hands, or rather his body, accepted the girl's affection directly with practical actions. Something is wrong with this girl, someone is calculating him.

This thought made his desperate hope stop. The conflict between the mind and the body is even more intense. But to no avail, his attempt to stop the tearing of her gown turned into a rough tear off the delicate gown.

"Finney, I knew you liked me, too. She said happily.

Phoenix wondered with annoyance who this girl was. Maybe it's a cousin who only has one side. I couldn't spit a word out of my mouth, and my lips were obsessed with smooth skin.

"Listen, that's not right—we've all been hit—" Phoenix struggled to lift her head from her chest, and the girl was staring at him with a strange expression and coquettish eyes, watery eyes that were beautiful and beautiful.

"Come on, Finney. Sister has been waiting for the day, I love you, and I know you love me too. We'll be married, happy—" she said, and Phoenix understood that she had either been under a spell or had drunk some potion. But it's not the same as Phoenix's, he just can't control his body, and his mind is still in his own hands.

"I love you," she said, holding her breath, her body closer to Phoenix with each word, "to see your hair, black and shiny, satin--and smelly-"

He can't call people, which is probably exactly what the masterminds behind the scenes want to see.

"Ahh

By the time Phoenix finally came up with a solution, the girl's lower body was in a mess, and there were some signs of rough treatment everywhere on her body. He asked Eden to slow down a little, and then came to rescue him, since he had done it, he naturally had to finish it.

There are two more objects in the room at this point. A wizard Watson, a pet phoenix Eden.

"Potion," Watson sniffed at the mead, "it seems it was premeditated." ”

Not only that, this girl drank aphrodisiac eighty percent. Phoenix said irritably, "Force!"

'I think you're enjoying it, is it really okay if I stop you?' Eden said cheerfully.

In the end, it occurred to Phoenix that the tears of the phoenix could relieve him of his poisoning state, and Eden could send the tears directly to his own throat.

I don't enjoy it—I'm being calculated, you can't see it. Phoenix replied inwardly angrily. He no longer paid attention to Eden, who was watching the bustle.

"What now?" Watson asked cautiously.

Phoenix took a sip of brandy.

"Modify her memories as if they hadn't happened before—and before that, check her memories to see what she's been in contact with and what she's drunk with those people. After a moment, he made up his mind, "Also, gather the house-elves and ask me where the wine came from and whose hands it came to the lounge." ”

After saying that, Watson left the break room and went to deal with the Phoenix poisoning first, which was much more important than someone drugging a girl.

With a wave of his wand, Phoenix restored her tattered gown, used a spell to erase the scars she had just done, and then put her on the gown.

There were some emergency supplies and essentials in the lounge, and this antidote was not difficult. Open the dispensing bag and add a little bit of this and that to a small crystal bottle. Give her a glass of clear liquid.

Watson came back suddenly.

"How?"

"Uh--I found out. "The bottle of mead was brought from Miss Granger's room, and because the mead was not well prepared—a bear kid had broken the pyramid-shaped tower of wine glasses—and the house-elf had to rummage through the castle for the remaining mead." That's how the bottle of wine is delivered to your lounge. ”

Phoenix took a deep breath, it was just hilarious. The bottle of wine was intended to be given to Hermione in the evening, but it was accidentally drunk by herself.

He glanced back at the girl, thinking about the rudeness just now, it seemed that it was not a good idea to give Hermione a pill, it was better to drink it yourself. Nor can it be entirely unlucky.

"So—so—" Watson thought it was really embarrassing.

"It's okay, then that's all left with this girl's aphrodisiac. Phoenix suppressed his frustration, "I still have to talk to Love, you can take care of it." ”

"Someone in the family must have done it. Watson said, "What then?"

"I have a feeling that this is not a big conspiracy. Phoenix put his gown on himself and said, "This level of stratagem can only be described as stupid." They sent me the evidence that I had been framed. I can bet you that nine times out of ten it was the witches who only knew how to spend their days drinking, and they didn't know anything but banquets and fashion. ”

"Purpose?" Watson didn't understand what they were doing to do it.

"I don't know, just guess. For a fool like them, you can't think in a normal person's mind. From ancient times to the present, it is always difficult to guess the thinking of fools. ”

Phoenix straightened his robe in front of the mirror, nodded at Watson, and left the lounge. Eden flapped his wings happily and followed.

"Unfortunate girl. Watson sat down next to her and raised his wand, "Dementor!"

Phoenix, who reappeared at the banquet, tried to avoid others, took a place with few people, and rushed to the balcony where the meeting was held. Anyone with a heart will not let him go, unless he uses the illusion spell.

"He's out," said one girl in horror, "we're not going to be discovered." ”

"Don't worry, I know men. He must be beautiful in his heart," his companion said comfortingly, and the smug expression on his face could not be concealed, "maybe he is reminiscing, Natasha's taste." ”

"But I saw Watson—"

"It's okay, the next step is just," she pulled out a vial of clarified liquid, "give this as a gift to that witch named Granger, and we're done." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely, although the girl is well disguised, the inferiority complex in her bones naturally diverges. When they make a fuss on their own, they won't have time to find us a husband. Then, I can replace that mudblood, and you don't have to worry about saying goodbye to the days of freedom. "I'll be able to enjoy myself in the future." ”

"Alright, send it over. Read what I said again. ”

"Miss Granger, I'll give you a gift before I go, maybe one day you'll be able to use it. ”

"Remember, don't mention it's a truth elixir. She's wary. ”