Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"One cup will make you sick to your stomach, two cups will make you lose your kidneys, and three cups and five cups will make you feel sick. Guarantee your little face, with green on your head and black on your face"

Chapter 466

"Fourteen, five or six flowers bloom in spring. On June [-]th, I see Guxiu. Spring blooms six or nine flowers. This kind of packaging is simply too uncomfortable. I can't open my mouth, and I can't keep up with the walk. Do you think it's uncomfortable or not?"

In the living room, Wang Xuebin sang the representative work of Zhao Lirong, the first female reer in China, and put snacks such as fruit plate and dim sum on the coffee table.

Looking at the whole table of colorful snacks, Wang Xuebin nodded in satisfaction, then turned and went upstairs to change clothes.

He originally planned to make just a few snacks, but he didn't realize it. Making this stuff is addictive, and he made a lot of it without paying attention.

But it’s okay, the rest is stored in the storage space, and when you want to eat it, you can just take it out and eat it, which can save a lot of trouble.

To be honest, most of the food in his space was preserved in this way.

From the carefully stewed broth to the savory and delicious braised pork, he hasn't bought cooked food or semi-finished products outside for a long time!

But this is also very good. The things he makes by himself are much better than those sold on the market. Not only are the craftsmanship better, but the ingredients are also the best in every world. His annual expenses on food and drink alone are enough for an ordinary The family of three has lived comfortably for a lifetime.

No way, having money is such a tough thing!

"Tango is wading and wading, three steps and one sprint, two and two turns, five steps and one waist, six steps and one wave, and then you waft and waft again"

Wang Xuebin stepped on his feet, humming a song, changed from a loose home T-shirt, and put on a custom-made dress at a clothing store.

To be honest, he still attaches great importance to Dumbledore's visit, not only because the other party is the most powerful wizard in the Harry Potter world, but also because of the filter of his childhood.

Although Dumbledore's reputation is not so good in a series of fan works, Wang Xuebin is still looking forward to seeing each other.

'Jingle Bell! '

The crisp doorbell echoed in the attic. On the stairs, Wang Xuebin, who heard the bell, hurriedly took three steps and took two steps, and jumped down.

I was about to open the door, but found that the door was not locked at all just to take a breath, so I looked up to the door on the first floor. Needless to say, it was Professor Minerva McGonagall and the famous Albus Dumbledore. profitable!

"Hello, Mr. Gu Yi!"

Outside the door, Dumbledore, who was wearing a purple double-breasted robe embroidered with an unknown golden rune, was looking at Wang Xuebin in a formal dress with his faint blue eyes through simple half-moon glasses. It means curiosity.

"This is our Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore"

Beside Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a somewhat old-fashioned emerald green wizard robe, politely introduced.

But neither Wang Xuebin nor Dumbledore cared about Professor McGonagall's understanding. Instead, they looked at each other, and with their own eyes, they began to observe each other's details.

Well, I checked the eyes, they are all the same person

Just looking at each other roughly, Wang Xuebin and Dumbledore smelled a familiar smell from each other, it was the smell of old yin and foresight

"Well, hello Mr. Gu Yi, the ditty you sang is very interesting, is it a folk ditty in the Chinese wizarding world?"

Dumbledore looked curiously at Wang Xuebin's crystal-clear eyes like black crystals with his deep but not cloudy eyes, and asked a question, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

At the door, Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, showing a warm smile, stretched out his hand to lead into the room, and said with a soft smile:

"No, it's not. Our country has not signed the Wizarding Secrecy Act, and there is no so-called wizarding world. We only distinguish between property and non-property, and don't care about pure blood and mixed blood.

The ditty I sang is the representative work of our first female reer in China, but unfortunately she doesn't seem to understand magic

Do you want to come in first and talk later? "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore looked stunned, patted his head apologetically, and smiled embarrassedly.

"Oh, I was rude, sorry, Mr. Gu Yi!"

With that said, Dumbledore blinked his smiling blue eyes, smiled and said:

"Music, there's something more glamorous than anything we do, don't you think?"

With that said, he turned his head and glanced at Professor McGonagall, who was a little confused, smiled again, followed Wang Xuebin's guidance, and walked into the attic.

At the door, Professor McGonagall looked strangely at the two people who seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, shook his head helplessly, followed Professor Dumbledore, and walked into the house where she had suffered a complete defeat.

With a bang, the heavy wooden door closed again, blocking the biting cold wind outside. Just an ordinary wooden door divided the inside and outside of the house into two worlds.

"Black tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Or something else?"

In the room, Wang Xuebin was holding a tray with several different beverages on it. Looking at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall who were looking at the layout and furnishings of the room, he greeted them warmly.

"Well, I still prefer black tea, but clear tea is fine!"

On the soft sofa, Professor McGonagall saw that Dumbledore was looking at the piles of professional magazines next to the sofa in a daze. In order to avoid being rude, he took the lead in answering, and quietly touched Professor Dumbledore in a daze with his leg. .

"Professor Dumbledore, would you like some black tea too?"

"Oh! No need"

Dumbledore, who seemed to have just recovered, smiled apologetically at Wang Xuebin again, nodded politely, and said softly:

"Just give me a cup of coffee, by the way, triple the sugar"

Dumbledore said, looked at Wang Xuebin, raised his gray eyebrows, and said with emotion:

"It can be seen from this pile of books that you must be a person who loves reading!"

"read?"

Wang Xuebin came to the coffee table with a tray, poured a drink for Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, and got himself a cup of hot chocolate, and replied casually:

"It's okay, isn't the most direct way to understand the crystallization of a civilization's wisdom? Reading books? It's just a tool!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore nodded in approval, looked at Wang Xuebin, and said with relief:

"It's a great honor for me to know a wise man from the East. I can't agree more with your opinion!"

As he said that, he seemed to take out a somewhat old but not damaged book from his arms, and put it on the coffee table in front of Wang Xuebin:

"Believe me, for those who love to read, there is no better gift than this, you will definitely like it!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, he looked at Professor McGonagall who was frowning slightly. Wang Xuebin frowned, leaned over to pick up the book, and looked down.

I saw a few blood-red sharp letters written on the black cover of the book, which was made of unknown material——"Dark Power Self-Defense Guide" by Quentin Trimble

Seeing this book, Wang Xuebin seemed to have guessed something, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked up at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, and said slowly:

"I like this gift of yours very much, but I just don't know if I can hold it securely"

As he spoke, he put the book back on the tea table, leaned back, crossed his right leg over his left leg, crossed his fingers on his right knee, and looked sideways at the two.