Back in the tower, Townsend searched carefully on the first floor.

If the witch wants to live on the island for a long time, she will definitely store a large amount of daily necessities, but after a cursory observation, only the vegetable basket next to the stove has some ingredients, which is probably only enough for a day or two.

It can be speculated that the tower either has a basement dedicated to storage, or the witches have other means.

Townsend did some divination and confirmed that there was no basement under the tower.

"That is—"

Townsend quickly found a leather suitcase, and when he opened it, he could see that it was black inside, as if it were the entrance to a cellar.

"Traceless Extension Spell."

It's also one of the most handy spells in the wizarding world, as it can extend the space and hold more things in a place that looks very small on the outside.

This also confirmed Townsen's suspicion, after all, witches often had to mingle in Muggle society, whether it was kidnapping Muggles or purchasing supplies, it was impossible to make a big splash, and she was a wanted criminal in various countries' Ministries of Magic.

The Traceless Extension Charm, which is equivalent to a low-profile version of the Charm Witch, must have mastered it.

A flame ignited in the space inside the box, and Townsend was finally able to see the space inside.

Compared to the ridiculously large suitcase that belonged to Newt, the magizoologist, the witch's suitcase was much smaller, with an area of only a few square meters and a height of just over two meters.

This is normal, the Traceless Extension Charm is not a simple spell, and the complexity of adding the Traceless Extension Charm to the space that has already been extended increases exponentially, and it is impossible for someone who does not study this spell very deeply.

With the medium of flames, Tang Sen jumped directly into the space inside the box, and could see a lot of daily necessities piled up in the corner.

The most are potatoes, bread, canned food, as well as butter.

It is conceivable that this is the main ingredient of the witch and the little girl's daily recipe. And maybe fish from the sea.

Well, no one would expect an English witch to be a good cook, would they?

"With the Traceless Extension Charm in the box, I can take some of the information with me."

"And there's enough space for that little girl to stay in."

Townsend didn't want to be followed by an oil bottle all the time, and it was the kind that could explode at any time, but because of the obscurity, he couldn't let the other party fend for himself. It's a waste.

Carrying the box up to the third floor, Townsend looked at the bottles and cans on the shelves against the wall.

It is certain that almost all of the limbs and organs related to magical beasts are soaked inside.

"With my shepherd nature, these things should be able to be digested by me into transcendent characteristics."

The thought crossed Townsend's mind, but it was quickly dispelled.

It's disgusting, God knows how long that flesh has been soaked in the jar, and the taste must be hard to swallow.

Townsend still prefers to eat something fresh, preferably accompanied by excellent cooking. There is nothing Tang Sen can do about this, as a former social animal, takeaway implements his daily routine.

He thought he couldn't cook much better than a witch from England.

Immediately, his gaze shifted to the orange snakes on the shelf.

They must have been enchanted with some kind of spell that prevented them from leaving the shelf, but based on their size and appearance, Townsend was certain that they were also some kind of magical beasts.

"Charcoal grill. Or pan-fried in butter."

Thinking like this, Tang Sen went up to the fourth floor.

The little girl was sitting on her own pink bed with her knees crossed, her eyes still empty, but she looked a little sleepy.

Smaug's voice was still heard outside the window.

"The king of Gondor bowed his head in the face of the majestic and majestic richest man in Middle-earth, and expressed his willingness to give up all of Gondor's wealth, and voluntarily gave up the king's palace as a temporary residence for Smaug."

The corners of Tang Sen's mouth twitched, and he had to interrupt Smaug's increasingly outrageous conjecture.

"Gondor has no king, not since you were born."

"Ahem." The dragon's golden eyes stepped back from the window slightly, "I'm just telling some stories, and you know stories that always need some embellishment."

Tang Sen didn't bother to complain about the dragon who said too much, and said directly: "Can your psychiatrist's ability work on this little guy?" My consciousness is, the part of hypnosis and mental suggestion. ”

"Of course, of course." Smaug hurriedly said: "No one can resist my hypnosis, if I return to Middle-earth, I can make those dwarves think of me as the king of the mountain I mean, although I am, but the dwarves' craftsmanship is really good." ”

"It's just—"

It paused for a moment and said with some embarrassment, "There is a little problem that I can't communicate with her. ”

"Then from now on, I'm afraid you need to start learning." Tang Sen said: "Learning a language should not be difficult for the clever Smaug, right?" ”

“.”

Smaug was rarely silent.

Dragons are born with words, whether it's dragon language or the lingua franca of Middle-earth, it's the genetic information that flows through its veins, including the ability to breathe and fight, it's the dragon's instincts.

It had never learned anything, and to be precise, learning the word was foreign to the dragon.

"How?" Tang Sen raised an eyebrow: "You don't want to?" ”

"Of course Smaug will." The dragon hurriedly said: "It's just that I'm afraid it will take a long time, and I don't think such a small thing is worth my effort. I mean, it's worth the owner's energy to pay attention to. ”

"Don't question my decision-making, Smaug." "And, I don't think I'm going to have to wait too long, you may be underestimating the audience's ability to access potions, which allow you to learn things very quickly, especially language," said Townsend. ”

Townsend looked at the little girl, who was obviously not interested in the conversation between Townsend and Smaug.

Townsend could see that the other party must have thought that this was just another trick of the witch, so he completely closed himself off.

He didn't try to explain it clearly, on the one hand, the other side wouldn't believe it, and on the other hand, it wasn't a bad thing.

At the very least, if she had used everything she had experienced as a witch's means, she would not have irrational thoughts that would have stimulated the silent revival in her body.

The girl noticed Townessen's gaze, silently climbed out of bed, and headed downstairs.

Townsend frowned, followed without saying a word, and saw the girl walk up to the corpse, which was still lying on the ground and had begun to turn cold, and then bent down and dragged with great difficulty.

"What are you doing?" Townsend asked.

The girl turned her head to look at Tang Sen and said, "Clean." ”

Then he continued to drag the corpse, which was much heavier than him, little by little, with his thin body, towards the bottom of the stairs.

The words he had read in his diary flashed through Townsen's mind.

Obviously, this is not the first time that the other party has done this kind of thing, and under the careful cultivation of witches, this person's concept of death and morality has been completely distorted.

Townsend's not helped, but spoke in the language of Middle-earth:

"Smaug, take a good look at her."

Then he refocused his attention on the snakes.

"With my current ability, I shouldn't have a problem dealing with a few snakes."

"But to be cautious, let's do a divination first."

(End of chapter)