Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Entertain guests!

'Jingle Bell'

"Ok?"

Hearing the doorbell, Wang Xuebin turned his head and looked at the door curiously. There were still two hours before the appointed time. It should not be Professor McGonagall and the others.

"Which one?"

Wang Xuebin put down the melons and fruits in his hands and the gleaming fruit knife, rubbed his wet hands casually on Crayon Shin-chan's ass on his chest, turned around and came to the door, and pulled the door bolt made of pig iron.

"Surprise! Mister Gu Yi!"

'Squeak! With a sound, he opened the heavy wooden door, but he didn't expect Wang Xuebin to be blinded by a dazzling reflection of light as soon as he opened the door.

"Wow, welcome, Mr. Emerson!"

The person who came was the postman who had the hairstyle of a strong man in his twenties when he met in the Two Broomsticks Tavern——Emerson!

Compared with this postman, Wang Xuebin, who has a full head of black and beautiful hair, seems a bit misnamed!

After all, the ancient one... knows everything...

"Mr. Emerson, what wind has brought you here?"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Emerson laughed enthusiastically.

"Of course Mr. Gu Yi, what you ordered has arrived!"

This Mr. Emerson is young, but he is very enthusiastic. The smile on his face has never disappeared, as if nothing can make him feel sad.

He smiled enthusiastically, stretched out his hand and lifted a somewhat worn cloth bag from the side, opened the mouth of the bag, and stretched his entire right arm into it.

"Oh, to be honest, you ordered a lot of things, for this reason, our superiors specially assigned me a cloth bag with the traceless stretching spell cast on it.

Don't look at him as dilapidated, but it's definitely worth a lot. This is a high-end item that only those pure-blood nobles will use! "

While digging out something, Emerson talked incessantly, as if he was showing off to Wang Xuebin, and at the same time seemed to be explaining something.

But Wang Xuebin didn't care about the nonsense about trying to compete with Tang Seng, his attention was all on the stacks of magazines that Emerson took out.

Contemporary metamorphosis, potion quests, wizarding monuments, spell frontiers, ancient rune discoveries...

Stacks of various magic magazines completely blocked the front door of Wang Xuebin's attic, and it seemed that it was far from over.

"Enough is enough, how much more?"

Seeing that Emerson's foolishness did not mean to stop, Wang Xuebin quickly stopped and said:

"Are all the cloth bags mine? How much is the cloth bag? I bought the cloth bag together!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Emerson's enthusiastic words stopped, the smile on his face stiffened a little, and he looked at Wang Xuebin in disbelief.

"You mean... this cloth bag?"

"Yes! How much?"

Wang Xuebin nodded affirmatively, and pulled out a stack of money orders from nowhere. These are bills that only users who have handled treasury business at Gringotts Bank can hold.

And to rent a vault at Gringotts Bank, at least [-] Galleons in cash must be mortgaged, and magic items cannot be converted into deductions!

"Wow even!"

Emerson looked at the money order in Wang Xuebin's hand, and let out an unconscious whisper. He restrained the smile on his face, bowed slightly, and confirmed in that slightly humble tone:

"Gu...I mean... Dear Mr. Gu Yi, are you sure you want to buy this cloth bag?

I mean, if you need it, I can buy you a better one for the same value. To be honest, this rag bag is almost out of date, and it's not worth buying it! "

Hearing Emerson's extremely contrasting tone, Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then shook his head, and said in the same tone:

"No need, just buy this, how much is it, can I give it to you?"

"Uh... yes, yes, no problem!"

Seeing that Wang Xuebin was determined to buy this cloth bag, Emerson hurriedly dusted the cloth bag a few times with his hands, handed it to Wang Xuebin with both hands, and said nervously:

"The price of this cloth bag at our post office is [-] Galleons, but don't worry, I will help you get the best discount. Trust me, our internal personnel have a discount quota. I will report to you when I apply for it! "

Seeing Emerson's somewhat nervous posture, Wang Xuebin didn't say anything more. At this time, no matter what he said, the other party would be elusive, so it's better not to say it.

He took out a money order of [-] Galleons, handed it to Mr. Emerson, smiled slightly, and said casually:

"It doesn't matter, you continue to apply for yours, and the discount you apply for is counted as your reward for doing things for me, just keep it yourself!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the young Mr. Emerson became obviously excited, and he put on that warm smile again, but this time there were some other inexplicable things in the smile.

"Oh, respected Mr. Gu Yi, I must tell you that you are the most generous gentleman I have ever met. Don't worry, I will report to you when the price is applied for!"

While talking, Emerson rolled up his sleeves, picked up a stack of magazines, looked up at Wang Xuebin, and asked sincerely:

"Dear Mr. Gu Yi, where are you going to put these magazines? I'll help you move them in!"

Saying that, without waiting for Wang Xuebin to refuse, he carried the magazine and walked into Wang Xuebin's house.

"Wow, respected Mr. Gu Yi, I have to praise your taste, although your house is not big, it is definitely the warmest I have ever seen!

You don't know, I have been to the homes of many pure-blood nobles, but none of their houses is more comfortable than yours..."

"Uh, thanks for the compliment, the magazines are fine in the living room, and then I'll arrange them myself..."

Emerson was busy while flattering poorly, and went back and forth several times before completely removing the magazines at the door.

"Huh~huh~huh..."

Panting heavily, Emerson wiped the sweat from his forehead with his clean and wrinkle-free overalls, then looked up at Wang Xuebin, and said with a smile:

"Sir, the things have been moved, so I won't bother you, if you need anything, just call me, I promise to be there on call!

Have a nice morning, goodbye~"

"Excuse me, go slowly!"

Looking at the back of Emerson going away, Wang Xuebin did not close the door again, turned around and looked at the stacks of magazines in the living room, shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand, the magazines flew into the air and flew to the side of the sofa, neatly stacked there.

He put the cloth bag in his hand on the coffee table again, rubbed Crayon Shin-chan's butt twice, turned and walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and continued to cut the fruit.

"Oh, life..."

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

Chapter 440 First Meeting

"Fourteen, five or six flowers bloom in spring. On June [-], I see Guxiu, and 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 walking. Do you think it's uncomfortable... "

In the living room, Wang Xuebin sang the representative work of Zhao Lirong, the first female repper 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 are much better than those sold on the market. Not only are the craftsmanship better, but the ingredients are also top-notch in each world.

Not to mention anything else, his annual expenditure on food and drink alone is enough for an ordinary family of three to live 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 sway..."

Wang Xuebin stepped on his feet and hummed a song. He changed into a loose T-shirt at home and put on a custom-made dress at the Tuofan 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 fiction 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.

Just as I was thinking of opening the door, I found that the door was not locked at all just to take a breath. Then I looked up and saw two familiar figures coming to the door of the attic. Needless to say, it was Minerva Mai Professor Gregory and the famous Albus Dumbledore!

"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.

Hmm... I checked the eyes, they are all the same person...

Just staring at each other roughly, Wang Xuebin and Dumbledore smelled a familiar smell from each other, it's old cunt...it's the smell of vision...

"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 a representative work of our first female Repper in China, but unfortunately she doesn't seem to understand magic...

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

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 bitter 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