"If it is expelled...... I don't think Dio will be able to earn back for his food. Ah, in this case, I will be very stressed as a master. Bai Lang pretended to sigh, although Hermione probably wanted to say that she could pay a little, but when she thought about one cow a week, even if her parents were high-paid dentists, it was estimated that they couldn't afford it. Presumably Professor McGonagall can afford it......

Bai Lang had seen Professor McGonagall ask Professor Hagrid to call Dior, and McGonagall had touched Dior's mane - in general, Dior's IQ was so high that it could appear docile in front of these professors. Not long after he returned to school, winter break came. "The strange thing is that for all these years, I didn't even think of going to the East. It seems that the water is quite deep. Bai Lang thought, but he was still not ready to go back to the mainland.

Because the original author did not write the story of the Oriental magical world, in the original author's conception - there is only one Japanese magical world in Asia, and the real central country "does not exist", and only individuals who have settled in Britain exist. For example, Zhang Qiu, Bai Lang knows that this Chinese girl doesn't even speak Mandarin, her English is very fluent, and she can speak a little Cantonese, but she basically doesn't know Chinese characters, so naturally she can't talk about Mandarin.

Bai Lang has no intersection with this Chinese girl, although Bai Lang speaks English very slippery, but unless the words he scolded Malfoy learned from the great sergeant major in the full metal shell, he scolded the mother in his native Chinese at other times - from "fuck * !" to "Gan Li Niang!", "Spicy Block Mother!", "Turtle Son!", "Rare Same".

And Zhang Qiu, she said in Cantonese at most, "The Yan family is rich!" is already remarkable. "Where does a person belong to? Just look at the language he uses when he subconsciously scolds his mother. That's Bai Lang's point of view. The trio, especially Hermione, were busy searching for all sorts of ancient records to help Hagrid in her lawsuit, and Harry and the others assisted her.

Bai Lang worked hard to train Neville, usually by using a wooden stick to clean up Neville - don't look at Neville as miserable, if he is right with the others now, as long as he doesn't shrink back from fear, he is actually a pretty good sword and shield warrior. The level of magic infused into weapons and shields has been up and down, but he's already used it.

Harry ran to Professor McGonagall almost every day, and Wood begged Professor McGonagall to return the firebolt to Harry after the inspection - it seemed that Gryffindor's victory was all due to Harry's broomstick. Quedic's training had become five times a week, so much so that Harry and his teammates, with the exception of Wood, were trained listlessly. "Hope is ahead! Slydrin is just a narrow win over Ravenclaw!

Hermione had taken over a corner of the common room to do her homework, and she had a lot of homework to do every day.

Bai Lang didn't know how many fights with the Dementors made his Patronus Charm become more and more shapely, "Mommy Mommy Red!" With Bai Lang's voice, the yellow light gradually formed, looking vaguely like a tiger, but it could not be completely condensed. However, it was enough to expel the Dementors, Bai Lang had no interest in dealing with the Dementors on his own, and the reactions of these monsters were too mechanical.

It's just that Bai Lang hasn't tried to kill a Dementor yet - otherwise it wouldn't be worth it if the Ministry of Magic sues him for damaging public property, and who knows how much compensation they would pay for the Dementors. When he returned, he found Neville trapped outside the door again, "Actually, I said Neville, you just have a fight with the Jazz." Trust me, your skills are definitely better than his! Bai Lang took out the sword and shield of the wood and handed it to Neville.

Neville swallowed, his first fight with a humanoid monster outside of the White Waves, visibly nervous. The fight with Jazz was lackluster, and Neville was not even half as good as he was in training, but Sir Cadogan was even more useless, so after a hard fight that made Neville sweat profusely, he finally knocked on Sir Cadogan's helmet, leaving the old guy lying straight down in the painting - Jazz's bantam licked his face in an attempt to wake him up.

"Ahh Bai Lang muttered, "But Neville, you've done a good job." Reflect on your first duel victory, and you'll have a lot of fun in the future. "It is estimated that this old guy will wake up in a quarter of an hour at most—painting characters generally can't die, and Bai Lang simply commented with Neville about the battle he had just had.

Peeves arrived, and the guy laughed wildly and squirted water on Sir Cadogan's skull with a water bag, "Hahahaha, flat heads, flat heads, like smashing beans!" Peeves' movements and expressions were like crazy—"Do you think? Peeves seems to be getting mader these days?" Neville said as he watched Peeves' movements, "It was a prank, but now it seems that he is getting more and more unable to understand his actions." ”

"Ah, I think it's because I've been smashed too much in the head, and I'm completely crazy now, right?" Bai Lang couldn't be sure, but it didn't prevent him from taking out his wand and making a gesture. Peeves laughed wildly and raised the large stick he had taken out of nowhere, smashing his head crookedly with a stick, and then floated away with a strange laugh. "It's really crazy!" Bai Lang said. At this time, Sir Cadogan, who was completely drenched and even began to shed paint, groaned and sat up.

"Open the door. Bai Lang said, and Cadogan, who was covering his head, waved his hand, and the portrait slid to the side to reveal the hole. "There's one more Gryffindor who doesn't have to memorize passwords. Bai Lang said, patting Neville on the shoulder, "Good job, boy." ”

Not long after they entered, Harry came in almost in a whirling dance, his fire bolt in his hand - it seemed that the professor had double-checked it and found it to be fine. The whole common room was in a stir, and people gathered around to touch the firebolts. "Harry, you're in luck, the professor gave you a fire bolt before the game, and the victory is assured. Bai Lang said a word, and Wood was already speechless with joy.

They go to training the next day, and the problem is that Ron has an argument with Hermione - Hermione's cat seems to have eaten Ron's rats. Bai Lang didn't pay attention to such small things - his patronus seemed to be about to take shape, and Bai Lang felt this way. Sure enough, when he provoked those Dementors again, with Mommy Mommy's red spell, a golden tiger with black markings jumped out of Bai Lang's wand head.

The tiger, almost the size of a buffalo, tore apart a Dementor with a roar—and White Wave quickly unspelled the spell and fled back to the dormitory. Will the Ministry of Magic find out? How much will Bai Lang have to pay, or will he be captured in Azkaban? None of this happened in the end, and it seems that someone from the Ministry of Magic came to ask, but Dumbledore sent him back.

In short, Bai Lang was safe and sound. And the game also began, Bai Lang felt that it was too wasteful to watch the game when the weather was so good, so he slipped to the Forbidden Forest - everyone went to watch the game, he could summon Dio to play with him - how to say that it was also a big cat, and Bai Lang's pictogram boxing could still draw nourishment from it. Bai Lang and Dio are not so much frolicking as fighting—Bai Lang's body rises and falls like a fierce tiger, and he fights with the lion with the golden haired horn.

Even here, he could hear the cheers of the Quedic arena, "Did they win?" Bai Lang said with certainty. The cheers and celebrations lasted all day, and Bai Lang poured a lot of butterbeer. He did have to cheer - for he felt like he had a lot of ideas about the Transfiguration of Animagus since he finished the Patronus - Professor McGonagall had always warned against experimenting with Animagus magic on his own, but he was ready to try it secretly.

On the night of the Gryffindor Quardic cheering victory, Harry and the others went back to sleep exhausted, while White Wave sneaked out of the dormitory and into the Forbidden Forest. Dio was already waiting there, and Bai Lang moved his hands and feet, "I think I can do it." He cheered himself up, and then concentrated, "Hum Mani Mani Red, Neon!"

His body began to change, his limbs fell to the ground and his shoulders slammed, and the tiger-shaped true intent in the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist naturally activated, just like a big insect shaking its head and tail. The first transformation was relatively long, but it was only five or six breaths before Bai Lang turned into a tiger - an ordinary tiger was either a white tiger, or this was the size of his patronus, almost as big as a buffalo.

"I rely on kung fu to make great progress! On paper, I finally feel shallow, you must know that this matter must be done! Sure enough, it is a human body cultivating the tiger form, after all, it is a little different from the real tiger form-even if Lao Tzu has cultivated the tiger form ten thousand times stronger than the real tiger, it is still crude in the very subtleties!" Bai Lang's excited words turned into bursts of tiger roars, and it was a long way from the castle, otherwise he was afraid that he would be exposed.

Now that the spell has been made, it is not as slow and dangerous as the first time to restore the Chéng Rén form and later transform into a tiger, and the good thing about this spell is that it can change the clothes as well, so as not to destroy a set of clothes at a time. Bai Lang hummed a little song and went back to the dormitory, and in the next few days he only needed to mix it up - anyway, he would stay for about ten years, and the current water color of the jade fish also proved this.

Bai Lang didn't think about learning at all, this servant street's magic can definitely not be used in other places, do things...... When Voldemort comes back next year, Bai Lang doesn't mind knocking on his skull, what kind of Avada is asking for his life - if it's the kind of speed in the movie....... Voldemort would do well to pray that his head is harder than iron.