Hogwarts Archmage

The road in the desert is not easy.

Walking on the soft sand doesn't feel like anything at first, but after a while, you will find that walking on this kind of road consumes exponentially more energy.

After "Farewell" to the duo, Max met another person. This should be a guy who was not interested in bonuses but just curious, she thought.

In recent days, in order to get into the so-called upper class circle, she has copied the styles of many fashion brands and the methods of distinguishing authenticity.

From top to bottom, this guy looked inconspicuous, but he had to start with at least ten thousand dollars. The one who had the same idea as her was the gentleman she was observing.

"Hello, Carl Lafitte, just call me Carl."

"Max."

Max didn't really want to talk to this guy. She just said her name out of politeness and prepared to move on.

But Carl didn't think so.He is a boy who is only about 20 years old. Men of this age, when they meet a girl who is "alone", "poor", "helpless", especially an unusually sexy and beautiful girl, they can't help but think... To extend a "helping hand".

Like a piece of dog-skin plaster, he followed Max closely, constantly using awkward chat methods to try to arouse Max's desire to chat.

Finally, after an hour of his harassment, Max took the trouble to sigh.

"What degree do you have?"

Karl was stunned for a moment when he was asked, but based on his experience in picking up girls, no matter whether it was good or bad, as long as he started communicating, he would be one step closer to success.

"A current student at Princeton University, the invitation letter was sent to me with a plane ticket. Oh my god, are the organizers looking down on me? And it's not first class."

He spoke in a somewhat exaggerated tone, and his words revealed that he was not short of money.

"Princeton...it's okay..." Max said leisurely, "but it's a bit far..."

"where do you live?"

"Oh, I bought a house near the park where we gathered. You know, in places like New York, the Upper East Side has better scenery."

Karl's face suddenly turned red.He is not an idiot, but any sensible old American knows what this place means.

He said somewhat unconvinced: "Where did you study?"

"Study?" Max gave him a strange look, "Why should I study? I don't have a loan, I don't want to go out to work for others, let alone join politics, and my intelligence is not high enough to contribute to all mankind. I study. do what?"

"Then you don't have to manage the company or anything..."

"What do professional managers do?"

When he asked a question, he was blocked. Karl, who was somewhat excited about starting to communicate, soon couldn't say a word for a long time.

Max casually said a bunch of numbers and then continued: "The top students at Princeton should not be able to remember a phone number. You can call me when you get out of here. Now, don't follow me anymore. Maybe you will get it by mistake." You might go astray."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the several suns hanging in the sky. After confirming that there was no way to determine the direction through the sun, he sighed, randomly picked a direction and left Karl.

Karl was stunned for a long time, and finally he quickly took out the pen hidden among the five items in his backpack and wrote this series of numbers on his gray-white backpack.

After doing this, he looked around suspiciously, and after confirming that no one was around, he hid the pen. In fact, he was not only a hobby, but also here to collect things. He had to record a lot of things, so he brought a pen and a light-colored backpack.

"Ignore him? He seems to have brought extra things." Esther raised her eyebrows and asked.

Ma En shook his head: "Just think of it as a thank you gift for performing a comedy for us. A pen can do many things in the hands of a survival master, but in the hands of a student, it can only do writing."

Margery next to her looked at the somewhat lonely figure of Karl who was walking away, and said regretfully: "Actually, this guy's hookup skills are pretty good. Some little girls who are inexperienced in the world may really be interested. It's a pity that he met Max." , just like when a novice plays chess against the world champion, if others make a few random moves, the novice himself will collapse first."

A few people were chatting, while Hermione kept paying attention to Max on a small piece of parchment. She raised her head and asked a question: "You arranged this side of the desert. I have been doing green plants and haven't paid attention to it. Are there no dangerous creatures here?"

"There are only scorpions and ground worms, nothing else. But these things are very scary... basically waiting to be eliminated when you encounter them." Esther on the side replied.

"Then the supply point..."

"The supply point is in the style of a pyramid mausoleum. It depends on whether they dare to enter."

Marn was looking intently at the side of the swamp that was enlarging the screen. While his attention was drawn, Hermione held the parchment showing Max's figure and nuzzled at Margaery.

Margaery gestured with her hands and felt it was too troublesome. She simply nodded her head and began to read directly in Hermione's mind: "Don't be afraid, this is a new ability I have discovered. Don't worry about Max, do you think she Is it possible to encounter danger? Even if you encounter it, there are ways to deal with it."

Hermione was somewhat relieved now, but she still kept looking at her.

Ma En here has been paying attention to the swamp, naturally there is a reason.

The gang meets a big guy.

A big snake, thicker than a bucket and 50 to [-] meters tall, emerged from nowhere and was spitting snake bites at a group of people.

This thing is unscientific at first glance. The most important thing is that judging from the way it occasionally opens its mouth, it is still a venomous snake...

"They are so unfortunate..."

Ma En sighed: "Originally, I planned to save this thing until the end as an easter egg to scare them, but I didn't expect it to be revealed by them... This group of people won't be completely wiped out, right?"

Esther, who was sitting next to him, rolled his eyes: "I just said you can't let this thing go. Just use the weird places at the back to scare them from the bottom of your heart. If you insist on doing this thing, what should you do now?" , and those so-called 'Easter eggs' in other places, can anyone really reach the end?"

"What should I do?"

"Why don't you...let it eliminate half of the people and then go back to sleep."

"Is it too deliberate?"

This is indeed a problem, and Esther suddenly thought of a fun way: "Give me the microphone, and I will give it to their small group and mix in some sand."

Ma En subconsciously felt that Esther must be holding something back, but he still handed the microphone to her because he also wanted to see...