The fat man could indeed pass through the barrier at the top of the staircase, and he didn't care how many times Mickey Mouse called behind him, and he didn't have the intention of turning back. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fat man wants to go back to Earth, there is no doubt about it at this time. However, the fat man calmed down and thought about it carefully: Why did the man named Du Wei know so many things? Could it be that Du Wei had prophecy?

This kind of calculation is not pleasant. Extrapolating from the logic of a normal person: Okay, you Du Wei has been pretending to be good for me, and everything you show is like you can prophesy, so why don't you predict what kind of person I will become after learning witch potions, and then tell me to make me feel a sense of expectation?

Clearly, Du Wei prophesied. The fat man believes that Du Wei must have the ability to prophesy, after all, Du Wei has become a god-level powerhouse, and it is normal for a god-level powerhouse to be able to prophecy, and it is not shocking at all: then, Du Wei predicted his future and did not let Mickey Mouse tell him what would happen after learning witch potions, which means that there is fraud!

The fat man will not be like the protagonist of the fantasy novel, his eyes will light up when he sees the "golden finger", he knows that his crossing is an accident, and the situation of crossing this one in a hundred million happens to him, which does not mean that becoming famous with the help of the golden finger will become logical. That's just some unscrupulous online writers deceiving readers in pursuit of coolness.

The fat man thinks that his thoughts are still a little deep, and he can't be like a stupid fork and see the opportunity to make him famous, and his eyes will shine, there are countless things in this world that seem to be "opportunities", but they are actually a fire pit. Therefore, we must correct our identity now, start from the most correct perspective, and work every step to live well in this grass egg world, or even survive.

He is the eldest son of the Reinhardt family, and he is likely to inherit the title in the future, and many people will be jealous of this title, and he must try to protect himself. It's safe at Hogwarts for the time being, but what about returning to St. Lantis after graduation? You still have to learn a little bit from the witches, at least with the support of a few powerful witches.

It's still the same sentence, the fat man feels that he is cultivating or something, and he is indeed not that piece of material. As for witch apothecary, it's better to think of it as a vignette. When you have enough strength, I will think about having a good talk with Mickey Mouse, forcing Mickey Mouse to ask all the things that Mickey Mouse knows, and then find out the clues to return to Earth little by little.

As for how you can make yourself stronger......

Thinking about it, the fat man crossed the park and returned to his villa.

He looked at the empty door of the villa and sighed.

This breath is not a sigh for what happened before, but a sigh for this: Why not a single witch?

When the fat man thought that the door was full of witches last night, his whole little heart was beating wildly, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood: think about it, on a dark and windy night, he walked back to the door of the "dormitory" with heavy steps, and a group of witches in uniform (if the witch costume is a temptation in uniform) wore pink and red lip gloss, took off their tricorne hats, and showed their long flowing blond hair, and said in their mouths: "Ah, the fat brother is back!" How exciting must it be? The fat man thought happily for a long time, and actually told him that there was no witch at the door?

The fat man thought that she had been locked up by Vivien last night, and he couldn't help but get angry when he thought about it: it was definitely Vivian who didn't let those witches come over, could it be that she had already treated me as her personal property?

Could it be that they want to possess me, press me to the ground and knead me fiercely, trying to conquer me?

The fat man looked around for a moment to make sure that there were no witches around, and he cautiously came to the door of the villa and gently pushed open the door of the villa.

The fat man pushed open a crack in the door, and found that the crystal lamp inside was glowing with a yellow halo, and his eyes were like a peach blossom popping out: My God, my God!

The fat man hurriedly tidied up his somewhat wrinkled clothes, if there was water next to him, he couldn't wait to wash his hair and wipe his face, "Witch sisters, fat brother is here!"

The fat man pushed open the door and walked into the house, closed the door casually, straightened his waist, coughed "cough", and reminded the "witches" in the house that your fat brother is back!

Rub me to the ground! Insult me! The fat man stood in the doorway, waiting for the witches' presence.

I waited for a while, but I didn't wait for a fart.

The fat man remembered with some loss that it seemed that the crystal lamp in this room would turn on itself at night, and he walked to the living room with a sad face.

"Ah, Suge, you're back!" a crispy female voice sounded, numbing the fat man's little heart, although this voice was a little familiar, but the fat man in the contrast between despair and hope ignored who the voice came from.

When the fat man heard this crisp sound, he felt like he had eaten "cartilage powder", it was so sweet!

The poor creature rushed to the fat man with her new broom, "Look, Suge, Vivien's new broom has been bought. ”

The fat man found out that the witch in the living room was Vivian, and he was immediately a little disappointed. There's no way he's going to force Vivien's stupid white sweet to play adult games with himself.

Hey, it seems that I'm too kind, and I'm reluctant to do anything to Lori.

He glanced at the so-called "best broom", which seemed to be better in quality and appearance than the broom he used to use to open the toilet, which was the firewood broom that could be found everywhere. The material of the main trunk of the broom in front of me glowed with a light purple light, and some golden runes were carved on it, which looked very mysterious. The fat man knew that this material was called purple gold wood, which was indeed a high-grade thing for ordinary people, but for him, the son of an earl...... The wood used for the shoe platform he used to put his shoes was two grades better than that of purple gold wood.

He has been in the Earl's Court for so many years, and he can be regarded as seeing some "big world", although purple gold wood is rare, but "rare" is only for ordinary people, as long as you go to a regular timber store to spend a sum of money to customize, the time will definitely be available, and the auction house does not sell this kind of wood. The wood that is a grade higher than the purple gold wood is called pink water wood, which exudes a pink glow, and that kind of wood is a real rarity, which can only be bought by auction houses for a large price.

As for the wood used by the fat man, it seems to be called gold silk wood, which is taller than pink water wood.

The fat man sighed in his heart and patted the poor worm's head, "Congratulations, you have replaced yourself with such a good broom." ”

My mother, that's a thousand gold coins, and you bought a purple gold broom back?The fat man suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he forcibly held back his anger, "Vivian, what are you doing here, this big night, is it possible?"

"Hee-hee-hee!" said the fat man with a wicked grin.

Seeing the fat man laugh "weirdly", the poor worm shuddered violently in his heart, "Vivien just told you that I bought a new broom......"

The poor worm looked at the fat man's trembling fat face and paused, "Then you can rest quickly, Vivien has gone back." ”

That's it?

Watching the poor worm snatch the door, the fat man was still in a state of bewilderment: What about teasing me? I thought it would be exciting tonight.

The fat man couldn't speak: what a simple little girl......

"By the way, the first class is going to be tomorrow, Vivien will come to you tomorrow morning!" the little poor creature walked away, and ran back again, baring his head at the door and saying a word to the fat man, and then slammed the door shut.

"First class?" the fat man wondered: Isn't there still a month left before the class starts?