In any case, since you have chosen to start, there is no reason to go back. [with _ dream]ā

Alan raised his guard and entered the room first.

Allen's gaze was drawn to the pictures hanging on the walls.

On the walls that flanked the fireplace, they pinned two Quidditch posters with thumbtacks. It is a poster for the Bulgarian and England teams of the Quidditch World Cup.

Alan saw himself in a red and white prison uniform on it, flashing across the screen.

"Ahh

Malfoy threw his arms exaggeratedly and stepped back, desperately trying to shake the book out of his hands.

An activated fire lever leaning against the fireplace burst out and stabbed Malfoy straight into the left ass.

Malfoy screamed and jerked forward, and suddenly, his neck was wrapped around something cold and rough.

Malfoy gasped hard, trying to break free, but to no avail, the cold, cold rope wrapped around his throat tighter and tighter.

Malfoy had a book in his hand, a fire stick in his ass, and a rope around his neck.

Malfoy couldn't move, couldn't even shout.

Laughter, he suddenly heard laughter. Malfoy's eyes were desperately looking at the source of the sound, and they were about to fly out of their sockets.

Hermione was in a bad mood, but when she saw Malfoy's unlucky appearance, she couldn't help but laugh, "He should be assigned to Gryffindor." ”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, gasping for breath, and Hermione laughed even more.

Alan walked over to Malfoy.

Malfoy's eyes lit up at the sight of Ellen.

Alan looked with interest at the big silver book he was wounded in, the stick on his ass, and the rope around his neck, "It's activation magic, it's fun, it's ingenious." ”

Alan waved his wand and lifted the activation spell on the items.

The book slammed into Malfoy's feet, and Malfoy grinned and ripped off the rope around his neck, then pulled out the fire stick from his ass.

Alan held back a smile and helped him heal his injuries, and the four of them moved on.

They walked through a very neat dining room with a table for two in the middle. The two sides of the table can be expanded to look like a four-person table.

Through the large windows on the wall, those who eat here can enjoy the beautiful view of the maple forest outside.

Walking through the dining room, they came to the kitchen.

It used to be a fully equipped kitchen, but now it looks like it has just been through a disaster.

Several iron pots and kettles fell to the ground, the pottery was broken, and the broken pieces were scattered all over the room, and the walls were splashed with a mixture of various spices, still dripping down.

The air here also seems to be warmer than in the rest of the house.

"It's strange that there are no parted toes on the ground. Hermione wondered.

"Let's get out of here first!" Malfoy stood in the doorway, looking at the bloody footprints. He was still reluctant to enter the kitchen, especially as there were bloody marks everywhere in the kitchen.

Hermione dipped her fingers in the red, viscous liquid on the wall, twisted it, and put it in her mouth to taste it under Malfoy's disgusted gaze.

"Well, ketchup! Tomato sauce has been splattered in several parts of the room, but it's strange that there is no ketchup container in this room!" Hermione said.

Malfoy heard this, carefully avoided the ketchup, and walked in.

Just as he passed the bowlrack, the tall rack suddenly slammed into him, and the ceramic dishes fell to the ground, and the broken ceramics splattered everywhere. Malfoy couldn't help but protect his head.

Immediately, he felt himself hit hard by a fist, fell to the ground, slid far away, and hit the wall.

He looked up and saw that behind the freshly fallen bowl rack stood a six-foot-tall constructed creature that looked almost entirely assembled from pastry. The cheese is well baked, and the skin is splashed with dotted red stains. However, it is clear that some parts have deteriorated, emit a foul smell, and white maggots are wriggling on them.

"Cheese Golem, it turns out that he is the source of the stench. Well, it should be because of the metamorphosis maggots, and the magic lines on it have been destroyed, so it will be so violent. ”

Eren watched with amusement as the spoiled and grumpy Cheesegolem smashed everything that stood in his way to chase Malfoy.

Malfoy dodged and stumbled into a cupboard. He immediately screamed frantically as he crawled towards Alan.

I saw a scarred woman with a bloody face slumped in the cupboard, her long black hair scattered on the board, also stained with red stains.

The cheesegolem seemed to recognize Malfoy, staring at him intensely. Malfoy raised his wand and chanted a quick incantation in his mouth, spell after spell pouring out from the tip of the wand and charging towards the Cheese Golem.

However, these spells were like a drop of water flowing into the sea, without making a wave.

The soft, loose Cheese Golem was carved with magical patterns, and Malfoy's spells didn't work at all.

"Perhaps, you should use some more advanced spells. Alan suggested.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and raised his wand—

Suddenly, the cheese golem in front of him shattered from his waist and scattered all over the ground.

Hermione's figure was revealed, her hands clutching a chair.

Just now, Hermione swung the chair in her hand and smashed the Cheese Golem.

"My massage skills are still quite useful at this time. Hermione stepped on the railing under her chair and raised an eyebrow at Alan.

Seeing Hermione like this, Alan laughed, and at the same time, he felt that if a golem was made of precious metal, and the magic resistance and physical resistance were high, this thing would still have some value, such as those sculpture guards at Hogwarts.

Luna had already woken up the woman in the cupboard, her injuries were not serious, and the "bloodstains" were ketchup.

"Thank you, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to deal with it, my wand was out there. Monica Geller gratefully shook Luna's hand.

"You made this cheese golem?" Alan asked.

"No, I made this cheese, but the magic patterns on it were drawn by my brother Rose. Monica shook her head.

"I warned him that it was dangerous to study magic patterns like this, but he just wouldn't listen. Look, if it weren't for you, I don't know how long I would have been in a cupboard coma before I was discovered. Monica sighed helplessly.

"The content of the magic pattern books on the market is relatively superficial, and it will be more dangerous to study it privately. Alan said.

Eren decided to go back and look through the books about magic patterns in the tower, which should be interesting and valuable.

Monica nodded her head repeatedly, and she finally had an excuse to convince Rose to give up studying the magic pattern.

Monica was in a mess and had some abrasions on her body, which made her very uncomfortable, Luna and Hermione helped her clean up and heal, and Alan and Malfoy left on their own initiative to make room.

"Malfoy, I have a few words for you. In the living room, Alan stopped Malfoy at the thought of his recklessness today.

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