Dragon Tiger Mountain

Zhang Chengdao hurried towards the main hall, he was still confused, and Zhang Xiao's kid contacted him again just now.

It's really a ginseng doll!

Not only ginseng dolls, but also exchange speeches!

This fact strongly shocked Zhang Chengdao's three views, no, a hundred years of ginseng, why!

Even if your magic is unreasonable, you can't be so unreasonable, right?

As soon as he entered the main hall, he couldn't wait to shout:

"Daddy!"

The old heavenly master wore a white Taoist robe and walked around from behind with his hands behind his back, and the expression on his face was extremely disgusted:

"If you don't sleep at night, what are you doing here?"

"Dad, something is wrong, Xiaoxiao sent two hundred-year-old ginseng from Changbai Mountain to their professor of herbology two years ago.

I didn't expect to suddenly tell me today that this ginseng has actually become a sperm! Became a ginseng doll!

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Dad. ”

Zhang Chengdao babbled:

"Did you say there was something dirty over there that put it on this ginseng, turned into a demon, and tricked me?"

The Heavenly Master's gaze stared for a moment, and his long white eyebrows twitched:

"Dirty? What are you doing when Xiaoxiao? Vegetarian? ”

After finishing speaking, he sat on the Taishi's chair, his face was silent, his eyes were introverted, and he quietly looked at the night sky outside the gate.

The stars are shining, even the Milky Way is faintly visible, and the stars are densely packed, like broken diamonds set in the curtain, shining in the night sky.

After a long time, he said lightly:

"Take-do"

Zhang Chengdao simply sat down:

"Oh, Dad, I'm listening."

"There are some things that you can't understand and know if you don't become a heavenly master."

"I know."

"It's good to know, go back, don't worry too much, you have to believe Xiaoxiao."

Zhang Chengdao did not answer, but was also silent for a while before nodding:

"Okay."

He stood up and saluted respectfully, and then walked towards the outside of the main hall, at the top of the mountain at night, the cold wind was like a knife, blowing the robe on Zhang Chengdao's body with a 'fierce' sound.

Zhang Chengdao glanced back at the main hall, and his excellent eyesight allowed him to still see that behind the main hall, a thin figure was sitting on a chair.

Like an old pine, with a strong loneliness.

Suddenly, a sentence came to mind, I don't know which book I had seen it in.

"The Heavenly Master is a lonely one"

Is the Celestial Master lonely? Carrying a weight that no one else can understand?

Zhang Chengdao turned around and walked towards the bottom of the mountain step by step.

Zhang Xiao was lying on the bed, his hands pillowing behind his head, and when he talked to his father before, his shocked voice seemed to still echo in his ears.

Although I also think it is weird that ginseng suddenly turns into a ginseng doll, my father seems to be more surprised than himself.

So why?

Is it that Professor Sprout is looking forward to the ginseng doll too much, which leads to the explosion of the power of idealism, and then it is really an adult ginseng doll?

I thought I could grow ginseng dolls, so I planted them.

But this is too against the sky.

That's right, the wizard's ability is indeed unreasonable, and Zhang Xiao suddenly thought of Mr. Arthur's classic car.

The car has produced something similar to a mech.

In Zhang Xiao's opinion, it is already an extremely incredible thing, but now things are even more outrageous.

Ginseng becomes a ginseng doll, which is equivalent to a classic car becoming a transformer!

This is a leap in the level of life!

If magic can really do this degree, it is almost a true god.

But if it wasn't Professor Sprout, what was it?

"We could feel it day and night, and about a month ago, we saw a light."

"The light is very bright and bright, just like the sun, golden and warm, just like your golden light!"

"A voice woke us up!"

"Yes, it's a female voice, I can't say anything clearly, foreign language!"

This passage popped up in Zhang Xiao's mind again, this is what the ginseng doll saw when she woke up.

Originally, I thought that the female voice of the ginseng doll was Sprout's voice, but when I asked the professor, the professor said that he had been in the auditorium all day, watching the game with the little wizards.

So the reason why ginseng can become a doll has something to do with that light? And who makes the foreign female voice?

Alas, it's a pity that I was sleeping that day, Zhang Xiao's expression was a little annoyed, if she wasn't sleeping, she would definitely be able to find a little clue.

However, Zhang Xiao carefully recalled what happened that day, although it was said that the water of life and death would provide a dreamless and deep sleep, but that day did seem to be a little different.

Just recalling it, there is a faint feeling of warmth.

Did I actually feel it that day?

The soft snoring of a pony can be heard from the bed next to it, reminding you that it is late at night.

Zhang Xiao waved his hand and extinguished the soft light in the curtain, since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to, go to bed first!

"Dudley, how many did you kill this time?"

"That's amazing, Dudley!"

"Well done Dudley, cleanse these filthy residues!"

Dudley still had splatters of blood on his face, and he smiled stiffly as he greeted the others, but the blood stains made him look a little more ferocious.

Fortunately, there were not many people here, and after everyone praised them, they soon went about their own business.

He breathed a sigh of relief, not having to deal with human relationships made him feel a lot more relaxed.

After looking around, there happened to be a stump cut off nearby, and Dudley didn't care, so he just sat down.

opened the small suitcase he brought, glued a little water from the cotton towel inside, and carefully wiped the blood stains on the long sword.

After wiping it clean, he took out another piece of deerskin, wiped it again, and finally glued a little sword oil with cotton yarn to evenly coat the sword body.

These are obviously boring tasks of maintaining the sword, but Dudley is meticulous and has some fun doing it.

Only then would Dudley feel that there were no worries, no more mess.

Estimating that the time was almost up, he took out the cotton gauze and wiped it back and forth vigorously, lasting about 2-3 quarters of an hour, and felt that the blade was already warm, so he stopped, and after observing it, he poured a little sword powder from the leather bag, and continued to polish it without hurry.

Since that bloody Christmas, Dudley had never imagined that he would be in battle so often.

In the past few months, I can't remember how many battles I have participated in, whether it is ten, twenty, or thirty.

Fight vampires, fight werewolves, fight mess

Not bad, at least better than fighting humans.

Thinking of this, Dudley pursed his lips, he didn't dare to recall those images, even if he didn't do anything, just act as a guard.

How nice it would be if every time was like today.

Dudley inserted his well-maintained sword into its scabbard and stood up, watching as the papal aftermath personnel carried the unconscious girl out of the villa.

This is Romania, where many vampires are hiding, and they use various means to get human girls and hold such parties.

He had heard his cousin say that there seemed to be a Ministry of Magic in the wizarding world, but why didn't the Ministry of Magic in Romania care?

Just let these vampires kill?

Dudley pondered for a moment, and could only shake his head, he couldn't figure out the question.

"What are you thinking?" Edward walked out from the side, this handsome old man was also wearing a battle suit, and the pure black priest's robe was open outside, looking unusually chic.

"It's nothing, just thinking that my mother is home alone, and I want to go back early."

Dudley took the wet handkerchief handed over by Edward, wiped the blood off his face, and looked at the large blush, he raised his head:

"I'll go back and wash it and give it back to you."

"Hmph, you kid-" Edward smiled and said comfortingly, "It's okay, the school has sent an official study tour notice, it's only been two days, don't worry." ”

Seeing that Dudley's mood was still a little low, Edward sighed, he didn't expect that the disciple he had accepted on a whim would perform so well.

His battle instincts were so sharp that in just a few months, he stood out in this batch of candidates.

"Teacher—" Dudley looked at Edward, and finally asked the question in his heart, "Are we going to keep killing like this?" ”

The smile on Edward's face faded, and he looked at Dudley and said solemnly:

"Dudley, as long as these things are in existence, we won't stop fighting, and you can see what these disgusting creatures of darkness have done.

Unless—"

"Unless what?"

Edward shook his head and didn't continue, he thought about it and decided to prevaricate with another piece of news.

"Dudley, how about your outstanding performance being recognized by the Holy See, and there happens to be a very good opportunity to appoint you as the captain of a squad? Unhappy?

You know, when I became the squad leader, it took me two years! ”

Dudley opened his mouth and looked at him in disbelief:

"Captain, me?"

Edward nodded, smiled and said:

"Yes, Demon Hunter Squad 113, Captain Dudley Dursley."

Umbridge sat on the soft couch with a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.

Even in a high position at the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge had to admit that Muggles seemed to be enjoying themselves far beyond their imagination.

She looked at where she was, a huge hall with floors covered with the finest marble imported from Italy, each carefully selected and polished to be as smooth as a mirror and reflect the bright light of the chandelier.

On the ceiling, intricate gold moldings outline one delicate pattern after another, and the crystal chandelier in the center is made up of hundreds of crystal clear crystals, which swaying in the air, as if the entire hall is lit up.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows open out to the well-manicured gardens and the ocean in the distance.

Umbridge bet those curtains must have been made of the finest silk, soft to the touch, and delicately embroidered.

The coffee table is lined with fine porcelain tea sets and flowers, giving off a faint aroma.

Umbridge raised his hand, and the manservant who was waiting on the side immediately bowed slightly:

"Ma'am?"

"I'd like a drink, I wonder if you have any here?"

The valet had a confident smile on his face, but his voice remained respectful:

"Ma'am, in this manor, you can drink all the wine in the world."

Umbridge raised her eyebrows and said in her distinctive, sweet and greasy voice:

"Then bring me a glass of sherry."

In what seemed to be just a blink of an eye, Umbridge had a glass of sherry in front of her, and even the temperature was the best for the mouth.

The rich fruitiness of the sherry in the mouth brightens Umbridge's mood.

She thought back to her mission, and thought that as a noble wizard, it would be easy for her to deal with a lowly creature like a Muggle.

But in front of the Muggle magnate, the Imperius Curse she was proud of was invalidated, and the person opposite even pretended to be under the Imperius Curse to capture her instead.

I could only escape with phantom transformation in embarrassment, and I had to spend a lot of energy to delete this memory.

At this point, Umbridge finally began to face Muggles for the first time, exploring little by little with the cautious attitude he had when he first entered the Ministry of Magic.

The wizard's power was finally displayed vividly at this moment, and in less than half a year, she was like a fish in water, and finally figured out the operation of this country known as the most powerful country in Muggles.

To this day, she began to try to complete the task assigned to her by her master.

"Didi ——!"

Outside the huge room, the convoy stopped in the open space outside the hall, and Umbridge was no longer the wizard who knew nothing about Muggles.

On the contrary, she recognized at a glance the convoy outside, which was quite luxurious among humans, and at the same time the top brand produced in the United Kingdom, Rolls-Royce.

Umbridge had sat a few times and was so comfortable that she simply got one for herself.

Bang bang bang, a series of car doors closing, and many people in black suits surrounded two tall white old men.

Umbridge sat up straight, her sweet smile on her face again, waiting, but with the deepest disdain in her heart.

Wait, once the master's plan is complete, the whole world will crawl at his feet!

When the time comes, she will be one of the most powerful people in the world, as for these Muggles. It's nice to be a servant.

Umbridge licked her lips excitedly, a flash of frenzy in her eyes.

The door opened, and two old men walked in with blank faces, looking at Umbridge sitting on the couch condescendingly, even with some curiosity.

Because there are not many people in the world who can see them and don't stand up to greet them.

Perhaps it was their strange look in their eyes, but Umbridge stood up anyway, and she greeted in that sweet and greasy voice:

"Hello, Dear Mr. Rockefeller, Mr. Morgan."

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Ah, I thought everyone could see that the ginseng turned into a ginseng doll and had something to do with the ball of light that the glove lady stuffed into Zhang Xiao's body, but didn't you see it?

That's what I wrote problematic. This pit will be filled

PS: Just take a precautionary shot, the situation on the American side is complicated, it's hard for you to say who is really controlling it, the military-industrial complex, the major consortia, it should be said that together they have compiled a huge network.

So don't dwell on who is the master of America, it is.

(End of chapter)