Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Stepping on the warm and soft carpet with bare feet, I came to the bathroom on the second floor, turned on the faucet, touched it tentatively with my hand, and immediately shuddered. There is no hot water supply system, and the water is too cold...

Suppressing the discomfort, he splashed the cold water on his face, and in an instant, he became completely awake.

"Alas!"

Shivering, after washing carefully, he picked up the towel and dipped it on his face twice, then threw the towel on the shelf, and walked back to the bedroom barefoot.

"Cuckoo... cluck cluck..."

I went back to the bedroom and found that the original bald owl had an extra companion, one became two, and the new owl pushed the bald owl aside to grab its small dried fish to eat!

"Hey, a group is here for the banquet~"

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin didn't care. He waved his hand again and rolled the few owl feathers that had just fallen out of the window, giving the bald owl a pitiful look.

If it falls like this, the bald owl may soon be regarded as a Scottish round-faced fat chicken, and the pot is boiling...

He raised his hand to take the letters brought by the new owls, added a handful of dried fish to the two owls, turned around and picked up the nightgown on the bed and put them on, and went downstairs while unpacking the ones sent by Professor McGonagall letter.

"Dear Mr. Ancient One, Minerva McGonagall salutes you

Thank you for this gift, I can assure you it is the most amazing gift I have received in years!

After Headmaster Albus Dumbledore came back yesterday, he heard about the mistakes I made due to recklessness. He specially asked me to write to you and wanted to visit with you to apologize. I just don’t know if it’s convenient for you, sir. I’m waiting for the good news.

Your Minerva McGonagall"

When he came to the first floor, he added a few firewood to the fireplace and cleaned the ashes into the garden outside the door as fertilizer. Looking at the letter in his hand, he raised his eyebrows.

"Visit? I really plan to organize a group to have a banquet..."

Wang Xuebin hooked his mouth, shrugged, shook his head and smiled indifferently, and threw the letter on the coffee table aside.

Don't even think about it, it's definitely what Dumbledore meant. It should be that he himself did something out of line, which attracted Dumbledore's attention.

If I guessed right, the peeping eyes yesterday should be related to Dumbledore, but I don't know what method to use...

He swaggered to the kitchen and lit the stove to boil water. The stove was connected to city gas, and he didn't know how Hogsmeade connected it.

Dingling was busy for a while, and a simple breakfast was placed on the table, a large bowl of cold cabbage cores, a pot of sweet potato and polenta, two large plates of fried beef buns, and three marinated eggs.

Wang Xuebin's appetite has always been large, and a table of breakfast that is enough for three or four people will make him [-]% full.

No way, the exploration of the body's potential is an all-round exploration, not only the improvement of strength and endurance, but also the improvement of digestion and absorption capacity.

For him now, as long as he wants, he can eat non-stop 24 hours a day, but in this case he has to go to the toilet twice.

After all, he is a human being, not a Pixiu, let alone a Mary Sue, the ability to get in and out is not something that he can master now!

He can only do this if he can master the ability to completely convert mass into energy.

And if you want to master such an ability, you must at least push your brain potential to 40.00%. I don’t know if you have to wait until the year of the monkey, let him go...

"Dear Ms. Minerva McGonagall, I am delighted to receive your letter. I can visit you at any time. I don't need to apologize. I will prepare refreshments in advance to welcome you and Principal Ling.

Yours The old one”

Chapter 463 Contradictory Professor McGonagall

"Professor Dumbledore, I have received a reply from Mr. Gu Yi!"

In front of the window of the corridor on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was standing there, looking at the energetic and playing children on the Quidditch pitch with his nostalgic eyes.

It was a group of Gryffindor students who were about to graduate. They rode worn-out brooms, fearlessly shuttled in the cold wind, snatching a worn-out Quaffle that was a bit faded.

Children's happiness is so simple, an old broomstick, a Quaffle, a group of good classmates, is a happy time.

They don't need to think too much, they just need to be happy.

Whether it is the pressure from life or the tense atmosphere in the magic world, a group of adults will form a city wall with their bodies to build a pure land for them.

And Dumbledore is the strongest barrier in Hogwarts!

With him, Hogwarts will always be the safest place, whether it is Grindelwald or some pure-blooded Death Eater.

As long as he is there, no one will ever dare to invade this great magic academy, no one is an exception!

"He didn't refuse our request to visit, and said he could do it anytime!"

Holding a stack of parchment in his arms, Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a brown pointed hat, walked over in a brisk pace, looked at Dumbledore, who was watching the energetic children downstairs, and began to report.

"Oh~"

Hearing what Professor McGonagall said, Dumbledore, who was dressed in silver-white robes with starbursts, came back to his senses, turned to look at Professor McGonagall, and said with a sorry face:

"Excuse me, Minerva, what are you talking about?

You know, when you get older, your ears will inevitably become a bit difficult to use. Can you repeat it? "

Although Professor McGonagall didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but he didn't take his casual excuse seriously. He just turned his head and frowned, looked at the children flying around outside the window, and repeated:

"Mr. Gu Yi wrote back, saying that you and I can visit at any time. This is the letter he replied..."

While talking, Professor McGonagall took out a small piece of parchment from the top of the homework handed in by the students, and handed it to Dumbledore.

"...To be honest, I don't think it's a good idea to visit rashly. Instead of putting the meeting place at the other party's home, it's better to make an appointment at the Pig's Head Bar. I've met the owner of the Pig's Head Bar. He is also a powerful wizard. ..."

Regarding Professor McGonagall's proposal, Dumbledore looked up at the other party, raised his gray eyebrows, noncommittal, took the parchment letter, held it in front of him, and read it carefully.

"...well, looks like a very polite...young...man...Chinese wizard...but knows something about our culture...at least...this font is bigger than what I wrote Much prettier..."

Looking at the beautiful calligraphy on the letter, Dumbledore sighed, folded the letter twice, put it in his pocket, turned to Professor McGonagall, and comforted him:

"Don't worry, Minerva, I think... Mr. Gu Yi may not be a dangerous person!"

"No! Albus, you don't understand..."

Professor McGonagall had a dignified face, and in desperation, he accidentally called out Dumbledore's name, but Dumbledore didn't care at all. Instead, he looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile and said softly. Reassured:

"Speak slowly, Minerva, don't worry, I'm here!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall took a few deep breaths, sorted out his emotions slightly, and said slowly:

"The smell of blood, I smell a strong smell of blood in his magic!"

"what do you mean..."

Looking at Dumbledore who raised his eyebrows, Professor McGonagall nodded very positively.