"Oops~ It turned out to be Carrie's reply. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Roger was a little surprised, after such a long time, he thought that the owl was already exhausted halfway through the ocean.

So I sent the Christmas gift to Caroline to Caroline and asked her to help the mail company leave.

The boy looked back and forth through the letter, there was no special marking, but the information revealed in the content alone was enough to explain something.

Carrie is indeed a witch, and the one she mentioned once, the Sisters of Carro, ......

A Catholic university centered on women? Hehe, it's a gathering place for witches!

However, from the letter, it seems that Carrie is doing well, and her teacher should be very fond of her.

Putting the letter aside, Roger began to unwrap the large cuboid at his feet.

The navy blue wrapper was tightly wrapped in several layers, and when it was torn open, a large wooden box with a latch was revealed.

When opened, there was a black suitcase again.

"......" Roger was quite speechless, what was so tightly hidden.

He reached out and lifted it out of the wooden box, the laptop bag was about the same size, not more than a palm's width thick, but it gave him the feeling that it was quite overwhelming.

With the boy's current strength, it should be quite difficult for the average person to pick up this suitcase.

Rushing to this feel, Roger felt that the contents would be quite amazing.

Placing the suitcase on his lap, the boy easily opened the lid, and the dazzling light instantly filled the entire common room, with Roger sitting directly across from him bearing the brunt.

He only felt that his eyes lit up, and the world was only golden and white, and he could not see anything anymore.

Roger's first reaction was that this pure little girl had also learned badly... It turned out to be an oversized long-lasting flashbang for him......

"Hey, boy, what are you doing, pay attention, it's swaying me!" the portrait hanging on the wall of the lounge screamed as it was affected by the white light.

The boy closed the box and didn't bother with the old cardboard and paint guys.

The light vanished, and Roger's vision instantly recovered, not feeling the transient blindness of being flashed by a real flashbang.

Roger raised his eyebrows, sure enough, the Christmas gifts he received this year were still the most normal from the two little wizards? It seems that Hermione and Harry haven't been shadowed by him for the time being......

The boy picked up the wrapping paper and the wooden box for packaging, and was about to dismantle it and throw it into the fireplace to use as fuel, but a small note shook out from the bottom of the wooden box.

"This is my trophy, in exchange for that wand. The magic contained in this is also unparalleled. ”

Roger blinked, this was a very different kind of words from the inconsistencies in the letter, a very different handwriting, and a completely different way of speaking... The person who left this note must be the "teacher" that Carrie said.

The boy threw the finished note into the fireplace: "This is telling me to compensate for something of equal value, and that I will be less close to Carrie in the future?"

Is it true that as Professor Flitwick said, witches don't have a crush on wizards?

"Wouldn't it be better for her to send a big killing weapon? Roger took the suitcase and looked at it in front of him: "Tsk, it contains unparalleled magical energy...... It always felt like Carrie had told the teacher a lot of things. Do you even know that I can't die......"

Turning the suitcase back to himself, he opened it again, and the blindness effect was the weakest directly behind the box, Roger could still see the black appearance of the box, he turned into the box with one hand and groped left and right, the inside was empty, as if the box contained only this infinite golden white light.

"Are you deaf, come back, shut that one up!" cried an old man-like portrait again.

Roger closed the box and glanced at the portrait, still silent.

I just held the suitcase and shook it a few times, and sure enough, it was empty......

Roger gritted his back molars, could it be that this light was that magic power? I didn't feel any use except for the dazzling eyes......

But when he looked down and saw the wooden box that he wanted to open and throw the fireplace just now, the boy suddenly realized, why are you so idle to wrap so many layers, in order to show that the witches are very rich, do the gifts have one more layer of packaging than others?

No, it's basically my own thinking that has entered a misunderstanding, the suitcase can hold things, but the suitcase itself is also a thing! The magic item of the same level as the White Witch Queen's staff is obviously the suitcase itself.

Roger then looked at the suitcase itself, the dark black box material is unknown, the appearance is quite gorgeous, the six corners are covered with silver, the seal is engraved with runes of different shapes, the box as a whole is covered with cube-like ravines of different sizes, and the center of the front and back sides is inlaid with a round unknown beast head, and the three eyes are shining with ominous light.

When he lifted the box, with the beast's head as the center, a circle of non-dazzling golden-white soft light spread along the surface of the ravine to the edge of the box and disappeared.

This sells... If you look closely, you can feel the breathtaking taste.

Roger's brows furrowed, the box... Maybe it's that......

He jerked the suitcase up straight, and shouted, "Activate the transformation!

Of course, there was no reaction from the "......".

"The slogan is wrong? Or is it not that thing at all? Roger put down the box and scratched his head, after all, it is not a game, and you can release a big move by pressing two buttons.

"Or ...... Boomerang, double-barreled guns, bazookas, gatlings, laser cannons, UFOs, "The boy is still trying, but the suitcase is still the same.

"Hmm...... Let me think about it......" Roger sat back in his chair and bowed his head in thought, what he said just now were colloquial names that were used when playing games, and who would remember the real names.

After sitting upright for a long time, Roger spat out a word uncertainly, if this is not enough, then put the box away first and talk about it another day.

"Sadness?"

The box in his hand clicked, and the tiny squares were stacked and contracted inward into a disc, and in an instant, three curved sharp blades pierced from the edges.

In the blink of an eye, a large suitcase turned into a huge boomerang with a hideous and gorgeous appearance.

"Hah! I knew!" Roger slapped his thigh excitedly, "The scarecrows are out, there's nothing surprising for you to come back!"

The boy flung the boomerang forward and nailed it to the wall with the frame of the portrait he had spoken earlier.

"Hey, stinky boy, do you want to murder!?" shouted the portrait of the old man in the frame.

"yes, I was aiming for your neck~" Roger walked over and pulled out the three-edged boomerang with a grim smile.