"Black Tan, shut up." Julian, who was wearing a black mage robe on the side, muttered a little sharply in his voice, his expression was a little solemn, he looked at the father and daughter who were holding hands and walked away, and muttered: "Just a strong magic fluctuation, is this little girl a genius?" Or is that man a hidden master? ”

"It's really black charcoal now." The cuckold giggled at the black crow whose fur had been burned all over its body, full of schadenfreude.

"Old man, please call me His Royal Highness Fama Odin Ben, this king's palace has been destroyed by that little fellow, you hurry up and get me a new one, and it is better to make me a magnificent royal robe, so that the beautiful flesh of this king will not be seen by others." The black crow said with some dissatisfaction, sniffed left and right, and shouted again: "Hell, where did the roast chicken smell come from." ”

"Feed you new test specimens." Julian turned his head to look at the black crow, his face expressionless, his voice as sharp as a demon crawling out of hell.

The black crow immediately coaxed, raised his leg and moved to the side, and said a little twisted: "That...... Give me at least two leaves, or you'll be too obsessed to stand here. ”

"Mung Bean, you go find him two slices." Julian spoke, turned and walked towards the shop, muttering to himself, "Strange, why didn't you notice the magic fluctuation over there before?" Maybe you can learn from him. ”

"Lord Julian, the next time you ask me to help, please call me Sonny." The green-haired parrot said happily, turned his head sideways and opened the lock on the birdcage, fluttered and flew out, and after a while he took two leaves in his mouth and put them next to the black charcoal, and flew back to the birdcage, locked the door, and combed his hair gracefully.

"I didn't expect this king to fall to such a point." Black Charcoal sighed, looked left and right, lowered his head and picked up two leaves and surrounded his body, protecting the critical position.

McGonagall led the happy Amy towards the square, and set fire to the black crow, Amy was obviously in a good mood, bouncing and walking in front of her, stopping from time to time to wait for McGonagall, and then continuing to walk forward.

McGonagall had ten gold coins in her pocket, and although the gold coins were very important to him now, Amy did not hesitate to have anything she liked and wanted.

But the little guy is very sensible, and he won't spend money indiscriminately, so he wandered around for half an hour, and he just asked for a little puppet that could move with a string.

McGonagall then took Amy to the largest vegetable market in Aden Square, but unfortunately she couldn't find a swan, let alone an ugly duckling.

There are ducklings, but McGonagall is worried that when the ducklings grow up and don't turn into white swans, Amy will think he's lying to her, so she doesn't buy them.

The price of ordinary food in the vegetable market is very cheap, but the system said that the kitchen could not bring in the ingredients bought outside, so he broke off the idea of buying vegetables.

"Father, can't we buy an ugly duckling today?" At the entrance of the market, Amy looked up at McGonagall with a slightly lost expression.

"The boss said that the ugly ducklings hadn't been born during this time, so it might be a little later to buy them." McGonagall nodded, thinking about how to comfort Amy, who was full of anticipation, it was already early autumn, and there were few swans near the City of Chaos, let alone baby swans, which were estimated to be impossible to find for a long time.

"Huh!" Without waiting for McGonagall to comfort her, Amy's eyes were already attracted by a herb stall placed on the side of the road, and she jumped over, then squatted down directly, looked at it with wide eyes for a while, and then turned back to McGonagall and beckoned: "Father, come and see, this must be the egg of the ugly duckling." ”

"Huh?" McGonagall walked over, and beside the stall sat a sturdy, middle-aged man with dark skin making a small basket of hay, presumably a herb picker, with calluses on his hands from climbing ropes, sacks of herbs on the ground, and a small pile of grass at his feet, on which lay a large gray-white egg the size of a bowl.

"Father, let's buy this egg, you said there are no ugly ducklings now, then we can go home and hatch it." Amy pointed to the eggs on the ground and looked up at McGonagall with a look of anticipation.

"Okay." McGonagall smiled and nodded, the little guy had been disappointed many times today, he wanted her to go home happily, but turned to look at the herb picker and asked, "Boss, what kind of egg is this?" ”

"Well, I don't know very well, this is when I went to collect medicine yesterday, I found it on a cliff, and the place is not a bird that can't go up at all, it's probably a bird's egg, this thing has taken a big supplement." The herb picker said with a smile.

"How much." McGonagall's eyes lit up, if it was a bird's egg, it would be about the same as a swan, and judging by the size of the egg, it is estimated that it can grow bigger than an ostrich in the future, and if it is domesticated, it can be used as a mount for Amy.

"If the little girl likes it...... Just three gold coins. The herb picker looked at Amy, who was full of anticipation, and scratched his head with a smile.

"Okay, three gold coins, you can put it away." McGonagall directly took out three gold coins and handed them to him, the herb picker walked on the cliff every day, exchanging his life for money, and if this was really a big bird's egg, three gold coins were really not expensive at all.

"Okay, let's give this little basket to the little girl, it's just right to hold this egg." The herb picker put the eggs on the ground into the small basket he had just knitted in his hand, along with the hay, and handed them to Amy with a smile.

"Xiaomi, thank you, uncle." McGonagall hurriedly said to Amy.

"Thank you, uncle." Amy happily took the small basket, held it with both hands, and whispered: "Ugly duckling, you have to be obedient, wait for me to hatch you slowly." ”

"No thanks, no thanks." The herb picker smiled and waved his hand, looked at McGonagall and smiled: "My girl is the same age as her, and she likes to raise small things, but there are already two monkeys at home, so I won't bring them back to her." ”

"Yes, the little one has been chattering for the past two days, hoping that she will like it when it hatches." McGonagall also smiled helplessly, but looked at Amy's eyes full of doting.

Saying goodbye to the herb picker, McGonagall originally wanted to help Amy carry the eggs, but she refused, and her hands were a little difficult to lift, so that McGonagall, who was following behind, was a little worried about whether she would fall to the ground.

After walking for half an hour, Amy gently placed the small basket on the stairs at the door, breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at McGonagall and said with a serious expression: "Father, thank you for buying Amy's ugly duckling's eggs, I will take good care of it in the future." ”

"Well, but Uncle Herb just said that this is not necessarily an ugly duckling's egg, it may be the egg of other birds." McGonagall took out a square towel to wipe the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile.

Amy shook her head firmly: "No, Millet believes that this must be the egg of the ugly duckling, I want to hatch it, and then slowly raise it, become a white swan, and then ...... Then ......"

Then McGonagall watched Amy swallow.