"Dead mung bean, dismantle my platform again! This king is not finished with you today! The crow yelled angrily at the parrot on the other side.

"Don't call this girl mung bean." The parrot was a little upset, but pointed to the bottom of the cage and said, "Moreover, your clothes have fallen off." ”

The crow looked down and saw a leaf falling downward.

"Oh!" Its eyes widened suddenly, and it hurriedly covered its body with two hairless wings, and exclaimed, "Excuse me, your Excellency, can you hand me the king's clothes?" ”

"Giggle...... Amy laughed happily at this scene, walked over and picked up the leaf on the ground, and said with a smile: "Black charcoal, now your clothes are in my hands, if you are obedient in the future, I will return it to you, if you are disobedient, I will take it away." ”

"Ben Wang...... The king ......" Black Charcoal looked at Amy with a tangled face, at this time, a cool autumn wind blew in the distance, it couldn't help but shiver, looked at the leaves in Amy's hand, and immediately nodded: "Obedient!" ”

"Okay, that's going to count." Amy nodded happily and stood on tiptoe to hand over the leaves, but the birdcage was hanging a little high, and she was still far from reaching it on tiptoe, and the expression on her little face couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"That's it." McGonagall leaned over and picked up Amy, as tall as the birdcage.

"Father is so nice." Amy happily kissed McGonagall on the cheek, reached out and handed the leaf to the birdcage, and said with a smile, "Here you go, stupid black charcoal." ”

"This king accepts your kindness." Black Charcoal opened his mouth and took the leaves from Amy's hand and wrapped them around her body again.

"Goodbye, black charcoal, mung bean." Amy got off McGonagall, waved at the two birds, and followed McGonagall forward.

"Goodbye, but I still hope you can call me Sunny next time." Mung Bean said.

"Like...... It's really cute.,Then the king reluctantly accepted her request.。 Black Tan looked at Amy's back and muttered reluctantly.

Leaving the magic potion shop, McGonagall took Amy's little hand and walked to the square of Aden, the circular square of Aden covers an extremely large area, except for a large circular square in the center, the rest of the place is divided into pieces of carvings or gardens with the characteristics of various ethnic groups.

It is said that this Aden Square is a huge version of the map of the Nolan continent, with the City of Chaos in the center and other races surrounding the City of Chaos.

The farther east you go, the more lively the square becomes, and a lava demon kid covered in fiery red cracks runs by, with a whirring flame in his hair, like a burning torch.

Behind him, a deep forest troll kid with a stick of grass growing on his head chased after him, and then two dwarven kids with small hammers chased after him.

In this chaotic city, after letting the children out, parents can't guess what their children will find as playmates.

And when the children passed by McGonagall and the others, they couldn't help but slow down and turn their heads to stare at Amy for a while.

Whenever this happens, McGonagall glares at them with a stern face and a warning look, then leans sideways to block their view of Amy.

Just kidding, this is his daughter, and he can't let those guys target him.

Amy was very happy, and many children looked at her with envy today, and this was the first time.

"Father, I also want her hair like this, why don't you tie it for me?" McGonagall took Amy to sit on the stone chair and rest for a while, and when she was about to get up and go back, a little human girl next to her, who was five or six years old and had a bun tied on her head, shook the hand of a stout man about thirty years old and wearing a strong suit next to her.

"This ...... Yaya looks good now. The man glanced at Amy's delicate pigtails, and his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, how could he be a brave man who could tie such beautiful pigtails! To be able to tie it into what it is now has exhausted all his imagination.

At the same time, he glanced at McGonagall with some envy, he actually had this kind of skill, or there was a good wife at home who could tie his daughter's hair, unlike his wife, who blasted him out to take his daughter, and he was having fun at the gaming table.

"But this bun is so ugly, people want pigtails too." The little girl touched the bun on her head with a disgusted face, pointed at Amy with envy and said, "I want this, I want it!" As he spoke, he began to cry, and he couldn't be wronged.

"Yaya, I'll buy you something delicious later, okay if it's fun." The man reached out to help the little girl wipe her tears, and glanced at McGonagall with some resentment.

McGonagall glanced sympathetically at the man who was hurriedly comforting the little girl, fortunately she didn't let Amy go out with a bun yesterday, but feeling the resentful gaze, she was inexplicably a little proud, the man who would tie the little girl's hair was amazing, took Amy's little hand and got up and said, "Let's go, go home." ”

"Father, wait a minute." Amy walked up to the little girl and stretched out her little hand to wipe her tears.

"The little one is quite loving." McGonagall felt a little relieved.

The man on the side was also relieved, if only this little girl could help make her daughter happy.

"Don't cry, this hair is only tied by my father, if you cry so much, your father won't help you tie it." Amy withdrew her hand and looked at the little girl and said seriously.

The little girl, who was about to stop, was stunned for a moment when she heard Amy's words, looked up at her father, and then at McGonagall, and suddenly felt even more aggrieved, and burst into tears.

"This ...... Suffocating operation. McGonagall glared, and sure enough, she couldn't look at her girl with normal thinking, glanced at the man who was also dumbfounded, and quickly took Amy's little hand and said, "I'm sorry." "Walk away quickly.

On the way back, McGonagall stood on the side of the road for a while and watched the old man selling shortbread on the side of the road, a large cylindrical oven with a large pot of dark yellow corn paste next to it, and reached out to grab a lump and slapped it into the stove, and it would be baked in a while.

The business is very good, there is a long queue in front of the stall, and most of them are children, holding one or two copper coins in their hands, standing there and watching, and some children who have no money are squatting next to them and watching.

Simple and rude, it is estimated that it can sell thousands a day, although it is cheap, but it is not a dream to sell a baked cake uncle with a monthly income of 30,000 yuan like in his previous life.

McGonagall suddenly remembered that when she came out to look for Amy, she saw Amy squatting here like those yellow-skinned children, looking at the baked shortbread, holding Amy's hand couldn't help but tighten a little, and said with a smile: "Let's go, go home, tomorrow morning Father will make you a meat sandwich that is a hundred times better than the shortbread." ”

"Uh-huh, my father's cooking is the best." Amy nodded vigorously and obediently followed McGonagall away.