"What is the origin of the little baby?" Jiang Kun didn't seem to be as sleepy as he was just now, tilting his head and looking at Egger happily: "Xingmin? Or is it a pureblood? ”

"I don't know," Egg grinned awkwardly, "That, what is Xingmin?" ”

"It's the muggle in your mouth..."The old man said casually: "A few decades ago, with the spread of Western wizarding culture, China also began to rise a name called hemp seed, but don't call it that, it's scolding..."

"Uh... Brother Zhuge is...? The corners of Egger's mouth twitched.

"That kid is pure-blood, the boss of the Zhuge family, although China's pure-blood family does not discriminate against the fortunate people, but making friends and marrying mother-in-law will also pay attention to the right family, that little pig lamb is very arrogant..."Jiang Kun sighed a little melancholy: "I haven't learned much, but I have learned a lot of stinky problems, this is the current witchcraft world..."

There is a lot of emotion in the words that a wave is not as good as a wave...

"This is a common problem among wizards, and even in China it is more serious than in the West." Old Man Jiang muttered unhappily: "Why do young wizards in modern times start to use magic wands?" It's because you can't learn any real witchcraft inheritance in the country..."

What the old man said was very reasonable, and Iger felt that it was better for him to listen to this theory a little more, and there was no harm in it.

"Does the little baby know how to use swordsmanship?" The old man looked at Iger happily and asked.

"No," Egger replied stiffly.

"What about alchemy?" Jiang Kun asked again.

"Also... No—" Egger was a little ashamed.

"Qihuang's technique?"

"No," Egger grinned awkwardly, Qi Huang was the name of the Chinese Potions class.

"Shennong?"

"No, it won't..."

"Astronomical stars?"

"I don't understand..."

"Feng Shui Pulse?"

"I don't know..."

"You must know how to defend yourself, right?" Old Man Jiang frowned slightly.

Iger smacked his lips: "This... Master! ”

When he came, Zhuge Yun said that the art of guarding is the defense against the dark arts...

"Yo... What's the specialty? The old man smiled, he finally had someone who was good at it.

"Hammer!" Egger patted his chest with an oath.

Jiang Kun: "??? ”

The old man feels as if he is a little out of step with the times, when is the hammer also considered a skill to guard?

"How's the Technique of Transfer?" Jiang Kun looked at Egg.

"Ignore the ban and move at will! Half of China in one step! Egger's chest thumped, and he looked proud.

"Good posterity, the world can go." Jiang Kun smiled.

He kind of understood, this is a rammer, except for recklessness is recklessness, recklessness can not run, no one can catch up.

In a sense, it's invincible...

"How's it going on in Europe?" Old man Jiang raised his eyelids.

"It's good." Iger coped casually.

"What's that called... What's going on? Jiang Kun squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, but he didn't come up with what to call it.

"Voldemort."

"Yes, Voldemort... Still bouncing? Jiang Kun looked at Egg curiously.

"I can't get up, I've been caught, I won't live long," Iger laughed.

"That's right, if you want me to say Albus is timid, you care so much about him, won't it be over if he is caught and killed?" The old man laughed: "If I am a hundred years younger, it would be strange if I didn't kill him, and the little cub would still go to heaven..."

Egger was embarrassed, he really couldn't understand why the old men he knew were all more fierce than the other...

Dumbledore captured Grindelwald, Nicolame slaughtered a lot of wizards, and this one in front of him was even more violent, domineering...

"The last time I saw Albus was more than twenty years ago, at the International Conference of Wizards, when he was not yet a hundred years old, and I was in my early two hundreds..."

Egger: "......"

"At that time, he was so worried that I couldn't do it, and I was upset when I saw it." Old Man Jiang sneered: "If this was my student, the old man would have cleaned up the portal a long time ago!" ”

The old man is mighty...

Egger sighed a little, he was really too tender.

For a long time, seeing that the old man was finished chattering, Egger was turning to leave, and then he saw the old man shaking his hand and flying over a sign.

Egger subconsciously took the sign, and on it was the three words Kunlun Hall engraved in the seal script.

"This is the student's waist card, identity certificate, take it, you are a student of my Kunlun Hall, go, watch the phoenix..."The old man waved his hand, and Egger bowed to the old man again and turned to leave.

For Egger, contact with Jiang Kun was more tiring than contact with Nicolame and Dumbledore.

It's okay to be with those two Eggers, because whether it's Nicolame or Dumbledore, both of them are alive and kicking, and Nicolame can still trot even when he's over six hundred and seventy years old, who believes it?

But the old man Jiang is different, he looks like he is in his old age, and he spits out cigarettes from time to time, so that Egger is afraid that he will be angry when he chats and chats about the old guy, and he will get into trouble...

Skin? Are you kidding!

The old man of China...

What to say? Your uncle or your uncle...

The moment he walked out of the door of the principal's office, a rock rose from the door, and he floated upwards with Egger, and the moment he reached the top floor, the surrounding light suddenly became sunny, and all the starry sky he had just seen disappeared, and the surrounding area became a quiet and peaceful small forest, and the faint sound of birdsong sounded in the forest.

Jumping off the rock, Iger walked towards the woods, chirping, "Are there any birds?" ”

"Who are you?" A crisp voice sounded, and a colorful little head poked out from the branch not far from Egger, and a small parrot tilted its head in human language to look at Egg.

"I'm here to find Phoenix." Iger told the truth.

"No, fuck off." The little parrot chirped crisply.

"I'm looking for Phoenix." Egger grimaced as he the staff behind him.

"Go inside!" The little parrot flapped its wings and flew away, and there was a faint sound of swearing in the air.

……

On the other side, Zhuge Yun touched a little doll again.

It's also in Tibet, and it's the same riding a broomstick, but the difference is that this time the foreign doll is a little Lori.

Zhuge Yun was a little surprised, why did he smuggle from Tibet today? I should mention it at the next meeting, those bastards are too bad...

In fact, the issue of national defense has always been a headache for the wizarding world.

Whether it's apparition or portkey, it can't be solved by border fortification alone, which makes it impossible for many dark wizards to track it at all.

"You... Where did it come from? What is your name? Zhuge Yun sat on the flying carpet and looked at the little girl in front of him with a headache.

Emily looked at the man on the flying carpet in front of her expressionlessly, and immediately muttered a lot of words, regardless of whether the other party understood her language or not.

Although Zhuge Yun's English is not very good, he still understands a few words.

Egger...

"You're looking for this guy?" Zhuge Yun looked at the little girl with a smile, and took out a mirror from his arms, which showed Egg's appearance.

Emily chick nodded like a peck.

Looking at Emily's appearance, Zhuge Yun pinched his chin and thought slightly.

Couldn't it be Egger's little lover?

"You... Come with me..."Zhuge Yun sighed, and it looked like he had to run again.

Are young people so crazy nowadays? Halfway around the world chasing your own little boyfriend? I'm not afraid to run into a dark wizard...

Zhuge Yun is very fond of Egg, on the one hand, because of the other party's temperament, and on the other hand, because of the half-floating golden staff behind the other party, no matter where he looks at it, Egger does not look like an ordinary wizard.

For a pure-blood family, it is a good thing to have a foreign friend with a transcendent status.

This is true for the West, and even more so for the East.

And the children of a family like Zhuge Yun are different from those like Lucius who emphasize their pure-blood identity every day, and the traditional Chinese etiquette makes Zhuge Yun not put on his face whether he is good friends with each other or hates each other.

At the same time, inside the Hundred Bird Pavilion...

Iger looked at the little phoenix on the plane tree in front of him with a covetous face, and chirped in his mouth: "What's your name?" ”

The phoenix is arrogant, and the one in front of him is obviously no exception, and Iger didn't get any response.

This is already the fifth phoenix, and none of the five phoenixes are willing to take care of him.

Iger was helpless and depressed.

Egger has always done everything smoothly, and this is the first time I've hit a nail...

So how exactly did Dumbledore's ancestors do it? Why would a phoenix appear as long as the surname Dumbledore needed help?

It's not fair!

Egg sniffed, looked up at the little phoenix in the treetops, and pouted a little sourly.

If you ignore it, you don't have to pay attention to it, and labor and management don't have to be phoenixes...

It's a big deal to raise a chicken, and it looks pretty much the same anyway...

Egger thought maliciously, don't say, it was really much better to think about it, Egger didn't bother to take care of the firebird on the tree anymore, sat down on the root of the tree, took out a bloody piece of beef from his arms, and roasted it.

I haven't eaten since I left Albania, so I finally went back to China once, can't I come in vain? It's time for a picnic...

Erecting two stone slabs, Egger began to roast the meat on his own, the aroma of the roast meat continued to waft around, and the smoke of the cooking rose in the forest of the Hundred Bird Pavilion, which looked a little interesting.

"You human being is so unreasonable, you actually roast meat in front of the phoenix..."On the stout plane tree, the little phoenix spoke.

"It's not my phoenix, what do you think..."Iger pouted.

Anyway, you won't come with me, why should I consider your thoughts...

Besides, Dumbledore teased Fawkes with a small cake every day, and I didn't see how Fawkes was unhappy, to put it bluntly, these stupid birds were used to it.

The phoenix has a unique meaning for the Chinese, although it seems to be significant, but from the essence of the matter, it is just a mascot...

After a few minutes, Iger looked at the whitish beef roasted on the slate and sniffed.

"It smells so good," Iger grinned.

This fine beef is still for Buckbeak's food, and it hasn't been sent over in a hurry yet, but it has advanced its own stomach.

The little phoenix on the branch looked at Egger and squinted his eyes disdainfully, looking very disgusted.

"Will you eat?" Picking up a piece of cooked beef, Iger looked up at the phoenix on the branch.

"If you don't practice and don't eat, if you don't drink Liquan, do you understand what it means, little foreign devil?" The little phoenix on the branch raised its head with some pride and shook off the slender tail feathers behind it.

"Little... Ocean... Ghost... Child? Iger raised an eyebrow.

Sure enough, it's still too much to give you face...

"You really don't want to eat?" Iger looked at the phoenix with a smile.

"Who wants to eat that thing, vulgar thing..."The little phoenix was very arrogant, and then snorted as if he was puzzled: "Trash! ”

"Good!" Iger grinned.

As soon as the words fell, the little phoenix saw Egg's figure appear in front of him in an instant, pinching his neck with one hand and his wings with the other backhand.

The little thing was suddenly picked up by Egg like a chicken...

"Since you don't eat it, then I'll feed you..." Egger smiled weirdly, grabbed the little phoenix's wings between his legs, reached out to pinch the little phoenix's beak, and stuffed the beef into it!

As soon as the chirping of the phoenix in the forest sounded, the chirping immediately weakened and turned into a suppressed chirping, and after a few minutes, the forest was completely silent...

In the principal's room, a rocking chair shook gently, and Old Man Jiang clicked the old smoking gun and looked at a large bronze mirror not far away, which was the scene in the Hundred Bird Pavilion on the roof.

Seeing Egg's tough way of stuffing roast beef for the little phoenix, Jiang Kun couldn't help laughing.

"How can this be true? How can this be reasonable, hahaha..."The old man shook the rocking chair excitedly, gloating with a face: "Why didn't I think of it in the first place? ”

"Is it delicious?" Egg jumped off the plane tree with the little phoenix in his hand, squatted by the fire and raised his eyebrows.

"Vulgar things!" The little phoenix bird's beak opened and closed a few bird calls: "You let go of me, I don't eat, I don't eat..."

The protest was ineffective, and another piece of beef was stuffed into Little Phoenix's mouth, making Little Phoenix roll her eyes.

"Is it delicious?" Egg grinned and looked at the little phoenix with a grim smile.

The little phoenix shrank her head and stopped squeaking...

Another piece of beef was stuffed into his mouth......

"Is it delicious?" The corners of Egg's mouth curled slightly.

"Delicious..."

"Another piece?"

The little phoenix doesn't squeak anymore...

It is very young, only two or three hundred years old, from the moment it was born, both the wizards and the clansmen around it told it: no practice and no food, no liquor spring and no drink, the little phoenix feels that he should be born so noble.

The so-called practice refers to the bamboo rice produced by the old bamboo, and the Liquan is the sweet and clear spring water that tastes like light wine.

It's very picky, so to speak...

Especially since the Kunlun Hall was built, the little phoenix has never left the plane tree, although in its opinion which tree is the same, but others tell it that this is noble, only the plane is worthy of its identity.

However, this set doesn't work here in Egger...

Little Phoenix's values for more than 200 years were ravaged by Egger, and half a catty of cooked beef was stuffed into it.

Seeing that the little phoenix didn't speak, Egger casually picked up another piece of cooked beef and stuffed it, this time he didn't need to pinch the bird's beak, and the little thing opened its mouth by itself.

"That's right," Egg grinned, "Isn't it delicious?" ”

The little phoenix was silent.

Half an hour later, a man and a bird slapped their bellies and leaned against the roots of the tree.

"It's so fragrant..."The little phoenix smacked the bird's beak and chirped the scum...