The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

Xiaomeng looked at him speechlessly, and gently swayed her sleeves, and an elder wand with distinct bones appeared in her hand.

Xiaomeng looked at the elder wand carefully, smiled softly, and slapped the wand on the table hard.

"I don't believe it. Well, do you think a person whose strength has reached your level really needs this? The magic wand is useless to you at all. Even if the ones you put here are a little more powerful than the ones in the world , but are you sure you can use it? No, you can’t use it, which already shows that this thing has other uses.”

Xiaomeng looked at Yan Linsheng with a smile that was not a smile, but Yan Linsheng just pursed his lips tightly, looking at the elder wand, a flash of madness flashed in his eyes.

He grinned and showed what could be called a weird smile. Xiaomeng was taken aback and looked at him strangely.

"What's wrong? What's going on suddenly? Didn't you have a fever?" Xiaomeng frowned tightly. Only the core members of the secret organization like them know that Yan Linsheng's physical condition has not been very good in recent years. .

Sometimes I even suddenly go crazy, become a little crazy, inexplicable, but there is no such stupid feeling, just a kind of frightening madness.

Although Xiaomeng is not very good at medical treatment, she can't see any obstacles in his body, but because the origin of her race is the power of chaos, she can also tell that Yan Linsheng's physical condition is very poor.

Many people suggested that he check it out, but every time he was either rejected by Yan Linsheng or rejected by Yan Linsheng.

Yan Linsheng told them that his body was fine and it didn't matter, but he was not so convincing every time.

"Don't worry, it's just unrealistic daydreams. Although I know that I shouldn't indulge in illusory dreams, but...imagination is much better than reality, isn't it? Even if I know it's fake, then It's just virtual, but I still don't want to fall into reality."

Yan Linsheng explained gently, and with the book in his hand, he made people feel gentle.

"So? Good guy, now you count how many symptoms you have?! I'll let you look it up! How can you...Look, you're more than..." Before Xiaomeng finished speaking, she It was interrupted by Yan Linsheng.

With a gloomy face, Yan Linsheng put his index finger on his lips and made a silent motion towards her.

"I don't want others to know about these things. Qingfeng Palace (an organization established by the god of death, Yan Linsheng), has already been known to many people. I don't want everyone in the heaven to know about it because of you. .”

Yan Linsheng said in a low voice, and pointed to a person passing by the door.

"By the way, the place you chose is not too hidden. Although we said that we are going to wait for someone here, I think it is not good to just sit in the coffee shop like this, so that if the secret is heard, it will be over." Yan Linsheng He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, but the glasses he was used to reading, although they were useless, he liked to wear them.

Xiaomeng obviously noticed this too, and put back the elder wand that she brought to the table just now with some helplessness.

Yan Linsheng unconsciously tightened his grip on the book, only he knew that he was not seriously reading at all right now.