Morgan thought that his receptivity had been honed very well, but the scene in front of him was too ridiculous! Is this a parallel plane between the wizarding world and the Marvel world?

"What kind of Yuan Devouring Beast, this one has the bloodline of some ancient gods, of course, it is related to gods, it is more expensive, you understand......"

Listening to the boss's explanation, Morgan couldn't be sure if his thoughts were true, but this inexplicable "Elemental Devourer" once again subverted his perception of the world in front of him.

Whether the cat is the Morgan from the movie is unknown.

But he clearly understands that the pet he really wants is the orange cat in front of him, and it has to be!

"Boss, I want this cat, you can make a price!" Morgan already knows that if you have money, you can talk about anything.

The boss shook his head, "You see, this is a cat with the blood of an ancient god, you know, any existence related to a god, this price is ......"

Morgan didn't speak, he began to take the gold galleons out of his pocket, and after putting three stacks of gold galleons, he raised his head and said to the boss, "Is this enough?" ”

"Enough, enough!" The boss nodded again and again, helping Morgan deal with the kitten's affairs, signing a pet contract with the kitten, and then selling Morgan a large amount of cat food and cat huts and so on.

For Morgan, the things that can use money are not called things.

When he went out with the kitten in his arms, Morgan felt that his mood was also clearing.

Although he has been slowly adapting to the life he has crossed over, he must still be a little lonely in his heart, and the appearance of this cat has made up for the big hole in his heart.

"What are you called?" Morgan stroked the cat's fur and muttered to himself.

The kitten seemed to understand, and "meow" responded to Morgan.

"Just call you little Fracken! I remember that the one who blinded the black braised egg was called Fracken, and you were certainly not the one, so you should be called Little Fracken! Morgan smiled contentedly.

As soon as they left the store, Mr. and Mrs. Potts greeted her, and Mrs. Potts' eyes lit up when they looked at the kitten that Morgan was holding, and she complained about how it was not a black cat, and at the same time hugged little Flacken.

Mr. Potts, who had been reduced to a coolie, was there talking about his experience of raising cats.

Morgan took the list and compared the things he had bought, and most of the things had already been bought, except for the wand that had not yet arrived.

Then there is nothing to buy, just wait three days to get your wand.

Thinking so, Morgan went in the direction he had come, and as if sensing Morgan's intentions, Mr. Potts suddenly spoke.

"Don't you want to look here anymore?" Mr. Potts was a little disappointed, but seeing Morgan's firm attitude, he could only agree.

The group returned to the real world in the direction that Professor Flitwick had previously pointed out. Seeing the traffic in the real world, Morgan was in a trance, as if everything was a dream, and the bar was just an ordinary bar.

It's just that all kinds of things in his hands are telling him that all this is real.

When Morgan returned home, he immediately checked the situation of the World Tree.

It turns out that the entire universe in Norse mythology has nine worlds, and these nine worlds are divided into three layers. The upper planes are the realms of elves, gods, and fire.

The middle level is the Atrium of the Human Kingdom, the Kingdom of Giants Jotunheim, and the home of the Warner Protoss Warnerheim, while the lower level is the Gnome Land of Sevenfheim, the Land of the Dead of Hela, and the Ice World of Niforheim.

There are nine worlds, a total of three levels, and the only thing that runs through these three layers is the huge ash tree, the World Tree.

According to legend, it is the origin and carrier of all things, and without the irrigation and bearing of the World Tree, the three layers would fall apart.

At the same time, many of the weapons of the Nordic bigwigs are made of the branches of the World Tree, such as Odin's spear.

Seeing this, Morgan's respect for the World Tree came spontaneously, and he couldn't imagine that he had actually obtained a magic wand made of materials from the descendants of the World Tree, of course, it would be better if it was a branch of the World Tree!

The World Tree is alive and evergreen, it carries the weight of the entire universe, and its name is "Yggdrasil".

However, Morgan noticed a situation where it seemed to be said that Odin seemed to have hidden something that could open space at the root of the World Tree.

Since then, the descendants of the World Tree have more or less taken on some spatial attributes.

This is explained separately, and for some reason Morgan always feels that there seems to be something wrong with this.

By the time I finish reading a book, it's already evening.

Morgan closed the book contentedly and went back to his room. In his mind, his wand already had its name.

That is, Yggdrahir, which is also the name of the World Tree.

By the time Morgan had packed up everything, Mrs. Potts had finished her meal and was about to call Morgan downstairs to eat.

"It's been a great day." Morgan said, looking at the food on the table.

"Of course, baby, you don't know how proud your mother is of you!" Mrs. Potts laughed.

"It doesn't have to be that way." Morgan was a little shy.

Mrs. Potts said, as if she had thought of something, "Morgan, there are still two months left from school, what are you going to do in those two months?" Do you want to learn magic at home?"

Looking at the glint in Mrs. Potts' eyes, Morgan still didn't understand what she was thinking.

"Hmmm......"

Morgan hadn't planned this period of time carefully, but according to his learning talent in his previous life, he should be familiar with the mastery of knowledge.

But he didn't want to tell the Potts what was going on in his heart, lest they cause another uproar.

"I don't know, let's see."

"That's not good, I'll tell you, magic is a thing, it's about practicing more, I bought a copy of "How to Teach You to Cook with Magic" before, let's try it when we do."

"Or I see a copy, magic herbicide, you can learn this"

Looking at their excitement, Morgan didn't even know who was learning magic.

When dinner was over, Morgan went back to his room, thinking that little Fryken was going to eat too, and brought him canned fish from downstairs.

"Eat, it's your dinner." Morgan gently touched little Fryken's hair, and little Fleken did not resist this, but obediently swallowed the canned fish, noting that he ate the tin jar outside.

This situation made Morgan embarrassed, he had eaten such a big toad today, and now he was hungry again? No matter how hungry you are, there are some things you can't eat.

But it's cute like a kitten, Morgan smiled and picked up the magic book he had placed at the bedside.