"Deal, the ingredients obtained by the host to complete the task in the future can be used freely, and they are not counted in the illegal operation!" The deathly silence lasted for a long time, and then the system sounded, and there was a somewhat aggrieved voice, with a bit of unwillingness.

"The children can be taught." McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, the training system needs to be gradual, and you can't be too eager to kneel and lick, which will raise a bunch of messy hypocrisy problems in the system, of course, you can't be too conceited, after all, the good things are in the system, and a slap to a sweet date is the correct posture of the training system.

Of course, McGonagall is still in the experimental stage, slowly testing the bottom line and core setting of the system, if it is a dead rule, under the premise of no danger, it can still be according to the requirements of the system, after all, everyone is a grasshopper on a rope, there is no need to be too stiff.

There is no such thing as a festival exercise, and the system doesn't have it anyway, and McGonagall never thinks that this thing can be sold for money, and it would be happier to lose a little.

"In the learning of this system, if there is nothing to do, please don't disturb the ...... of this system" The system silently floated over a line of words, and no one made a sound at all.

"You're not really going to learn that, are you?" McGonagall's expression suddenly became strange, although the system likes to learn, but it is the abyss of sin, I hope it can get out of it soon.

"Systematic learning......" McGonagall began to circulate in her mind.

"......" McGonagall felt as if she had done something not very good, and it was not good to teach bad children.

McGonagall carried Amy slowly towards the City of Chaos, and when she was halfway there, Amy insisted on getting down and walking by herself, holding the ugly duckling by herself, and trying to keep up with McGonagall on her short legs.

"What a sensible little fellow." McGonagall slowed her pace a few bits, escorting her to the middle side of the road, unable to hide the smile on her face.

Because Amy had walked a third of the way herself, and had carried a heavy load when she returned, McGonagall had walked for half an hour and a half to reach the gates.

"Whew, it's finally here, I'm tired of the baby." Amy looked up at the city gate, and a drop of sweat slipped down her cheek and onto the ugly duckling's face.

"Ugly duckling, I think you're getting heavier again, and you're going to lose weight when you go back." Amy looked down at the ugly duckling and said seriously.

"Meow Meow~" The ugly duckling stared at Amy with an innocent look in his royal blue eyes and tried to defend himself.

"No matter, anyway, you have to run ten laps around the restaurant at night to go to bed." Amy insisted somewhat forcefully.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling immediately froze, looking up at the sky with a loveless face.

"The ugly duckling is growing up, just like Amy is getting taller, that's why he's getting heavier." McGonagall said with a smile, watching her eyes light up, and suddenly turned her head to look at his ugly duckling, and continued: "But I think it's good to run ten laps before bed, and you need to exercise properly when you grow your body." ”

"Meow~" The ugly duckling continued to look at the sky.

"Let's go, it's great that Xiaomi has walked here by herself, come up, and then let's ride a bike." McGonagall smiled and crouched down, waited for Amy to come up, and headed towards the city.

"Huh? Captain, isn't that the father and daughter that came in the morning? They came back so soon! ”

"Flamingo in your hand? Is it the one who is holding it in the other hand...... The tusks of a copper-skinned boar! ”

The guards at the gate also noticed McGonagall, who was passing by with Amy on her back, and the two young guards couldn't help but whisper in surprise.

"City of chaos, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, sure enough, no one can underestimate it." Buddy looked at McGonagall's back, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, his expression also a little surprised.

"System, I want to pick up the car." Entering the city, McGonagall said directly in her mind, and after a morning of walking, he was also a little tired.

"...... in systematic learning", but there is still only that paragraph of text in the mind.

McGonagall raised her eyebrows, the system was finished, and her eyes suddenly sent a small icon in the lower right corner, which read: 'Self-service pick-up' four big words, tried to click with her thinking, and immediately jumped out of a three-dimensional map, which was a fifty-meter range map centered on him, prompting him to choose the location of the pick-up.

McGonagall looked left and right, and directly confirmed that he was picking up the car in the uninhabited alley next to it, where he had just parked the car, and after hearing the announcement of the arrival of the goods, he walked towards the alley with Amy.

"Get in the car, let's go home." Looking at the bicycle parked in the alley, McGonagall said with a smile that the system was still a snack and knew that a self-service pick-up service was reserved.

"Okay, let's take the car home!" Amy nodded happily, ran towards the bike, put the ugly duckling in the basket, grabbed the handlebar, and climbed into the back seat of the car.

"Meow Meow~" The ugly duckling grabbed the basket with his little paws, and looked at Amy with some pity, with a scared expression.

"Ugly duckling, hug." McGonagall put the pig's tooth in her hand into the basket, lifted her leg into the car, held the handle in one hand and the flamingo in the other, and as soon as she kicked her foot, the bicycle drove forward, out of the alley, in the direction of Aden Square.

"Meow~~" The ugly duckling struggled to hold the big pig's teeth rolling around in the basket, trying to get some space for himself to be squeezed.

"Let's hope there won't be any customers at the restaurant." McGonagall glanced at her watch, the time was pointing to eleven o'clock, and there would be a queue of customers at the entrance of the restaurant.

Since it is said that you will take a day off, it is natural to keep your word, and if you say one day, it is one day.

McGonagall needs to give her hands a little time to recover, fried rice and tofu brain are fine, but making meat buns requires kneading dough, not wounds on her hands and hands.

There were no customers at the door of the restaurant, but McGonagall saw a half-meter-high mountain of knives stacked at the door, reflecting cold light in the sun, and her eyes were blinded.

"So fierce?" McGonagall raised her eyebrows, and from the shadow of the sword, she could already feel the terrible resentment of the guests about his leave.

"Wow, there are so many beautiful swords, can I choose one, father?" Amy's eyes lit up, looking at the stacked swords, and asked expectantly.

"Okay, then Amy will choose one of them that she likes." The bicycle stopped at the door of the restaurant, and McGonagall smiled and nodded, some of these knives and swords looked quite delicate and sharp, and the rich people were really different.

"Boss, you're back!" At this moment, two figures walked out from the side of the restaurant, full of surprise.