"Are you sure you're here to learn how to make wine?" Irina glanced back into the courtyard, her smile tingling dangerously.

"Yes." McGonagall nodded firmly, and came to find an old man who made wine in the middle of the night, is there anything else that can be done besides learning to make wine?

"Very well, then I'll watch you learn." Irina nodded, motioning for McGonagall to knock on the door.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with this yard? Seeing Irina's behavior like this, McGonagall couldn't help but feel a little suspicious in her heart, and stepped forward to knock on the door according to the code given to him by the Gray Temple, three long and one short.

"Hehe, I also set a code." Irina smiled coldly.

"Uh...... Occupational Diseases, Occupational Diseases...... Actually, it's my first time coming to this place. McGonagall smiled slightly awkwardly, forgetting to pay attention to the details.

McGonagall took two steps back, quietly waiting for the yard to move, but wondered if old Sim went to bed early like the average old man, or if he was a drunken drunkard, which would be a bit of a problem.

The system mission is crucial, and the second is that McGonagall wants to get some useful information from Old Sim, although he has already obtained a lot of information from the Grey Temple, including a secret letter before leaving the house this morning.

However, it would be best if there was a leading party in the local area, and it would save a lot of time for verifying the information.

McGonagall waited a moment, ready to knock again.

At that moment, the courtyard door suddenly opened inward, and a figure rushed out of the courtyard with a scent of incense, and then hugged McGonagall.

McGonagall felt herself be bumped into two soft balls, and then she was hugged tightly.

"You're finally here! I thought you didn't want me anymore......" A delicate and aggrieved voice sounded immediately, like an abandoned resentful woman.

“⊙▃⊙？？”

"What's going on?"

I don't know if this embrace was too warm and soft, or was startled by the sudden words, McGonagall was stunned for a full three seconds, and when she heard the faint sneer and killing intent, she suddenly came back to her senses, and quickly untied the hands that were holding him tightly from her body and took two steps back.

"Girl, did you recognize the wrong person?"

McGonagall glanced at Irina, who looked calm on the surface of the wall, but had murderous intent in her eyes, and said quickly.

And by the light of the lantern at the door, he also saw clearly the appearance of the girl who rushed out earlier, it was a girl wearing a dark green dress, very tall and plump, with tan hair tied into a ponytail, casually on her left shoulder, snow-white skin, delicate face, purple eyes shining staring at McGonagall, like a little daughter-in-law who had seen her husband after a long absence.

McGonagall was sure she didn't know the beautiful girl, and she couldn't find any information about her in her memory, so the only possibility was that the girl had mistaken someone.

McGonagall's face darkened.

What the hell is this!

He really just wants to learn how to make wine...... Because of the urgency of time, this is the only place to come.

Now a girl knocked on the door and ran out, and she threw herself into her arms and hugged her.

If Irina isn't there, forget it, and everyone can explain it clearly.

Can ...... now Isn't it just an adulterer's ** three watches private meeting in the middle of the night, and he was caught by the main palace for a current drama!

He couldn't even wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

McGonagall felt the sword hanging over his head, and if she was not careful, she overturned.

But......

This is the place where the Grey Temple gave him, maybe this girl is someone from Old Sim?

"Admit mistakes? How can I admit my mistake, I am here day and night, isn't it just to wait for you to knock on my door again......" The girl looked at McGonagall with tears in her eyes, a little sad in her grievances, "I have waited for you for so long, how can you be so ruthless......"

"I ......"

For a moment, McGonagall even felt as if she was a scumbag who abandoned her innocent girl and left her alone in the empty room.

However, the murderous aura in the air gradually thickened and quickly calmed him down.

And after calming down, he panicked even more.

This meow is getting darker and darker!

How else could he explain this?

If you don't admit it, it's a ruthless scumbag, and if you admit it, it's a scumbag who messes around outside.

On one side was the brown-haired girl with teary eyes and almost threw herself into his arms and cried.

On one side was Irina, who had a cold expression and had already taken out her mage staff and was ready to perform the family law.

McGonagall felt desperate......

Man, it's so hard.

"No, you can't sit still like this!" McGonagall calmed herself, looked at the girl and coughed lightly, "Girl, you must have mistaken someone, I'm here to find the winemaker Sim S. ”

"Look, if you remember someone, I knew you were coming for me." The girl burst into tears, and was about to pounce on McGonagall again.

"Wait!!"

McGonagall took a big step back and looked at the girl in shock.

“wtf！！！”

"System! Don't you tell me old Sim is a woman! And it's such a young woman!! ”

McGonagall couldn't help but roar in her head.

"Whether Old Sim is a woman or not is not important and necessary information, the ancients said: There must be my teacher in the threesome......"

"Shut up! you! I'm going to cut off your internet bill! ”

"Host, incompetent rage can't solve the problem, we have to look at this matter dialectically, Old Sim is just a code name, an old man full of alcohol can be called Old Sim, a beautiful girl full of aroma can also be called Old Sim, when there is a chance to have an in-depth communication with one of them, which one are you willing to choose? Moreover, you haven't paid your family's Internet bill this month, so you can pay it to me when you go back. The system said calmly.

"I ......"

McGonagall's brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, and the information of the Grey Temple did not reflect this in the slightest, so he took it for granted that Old Sim was an old winemaker.

Of course, the biggest problem is the girl in front of her.

Even if she really is old Sim, she shouldn't treat a person who comes to talk to her like this!

What is this?

Do you make friends out of nothing?

McGonagall glanced at Irina, who had already raised the mage staff on the wall, ready to hammer them to death, and felt that if she didn't have a showdown, she might be killed today.

"Comrade Old Sim, I am the person sent by the organization to connect with you, and after your previous performance, I have confirmed your identity." McGonagall looked at the girl with a serious expression, then stretched out her right hand and said, "I'm McGonagall, and I need your help now." ”

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