Hogwarts Sword Fairy

The result surprised Qi Linger. The so-called Marvolo Gaunt's ring was quite resistant to burning, but the outer defensive shield was not as resistant to burning as the ring.

Feeling that there was something wrong with the ring, Voldemort hurried to Gaunt's old house, but Ling'er moved much faster than him. When Voldemort arrived, what he saw was the Gaunt's old house that had been burned to ashes.The breath of this flame is very familiar, but who told the little witch that the Horcrux was here?

After all, people who know about artifacts are very rare. Under such circumstances, it is quite strange that the Horcruxes are lost one by one.

The only Horcrux left now is the basilisk Nagini. The problem is that snake. As long as this girl wants to kill it, it will be easy and happy.Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that Nagini might be in danger. Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly felt that my headache was over. It was over, and the ring was destroyed.

Ling'er returned to Dumbledore's office and still disintegrated the ring. He teleported again and appeared at the position of the basilisk. With a backstab, he directly disintegrated the basilisk that was still alive.

What surprised Ling'er was that the snake teeth, snake eyes, and snake bones were all left behind, as well as a little soul crystal.Throwing the snake bones to Dumbledore, she said she would keep the rest to herself.

Seeing that he was about to play around for a year, when he took his first class on Care of Magical Creatures, a group of animals were speechless. They were almost graduating, and you just came to take the first class?It's just a group of animals saying: "Dear, you graduated."

Even Hagrid was speechless, but, hey, the Forbidden Forest's Little Overlord is the Forbidden Forest's Little Overlord.Ling'er took out a snakeskin whip she had just made yesterday, made a crisp sound, and then said to a group of small animals: "Ask a question, who knows the basilisk's lair? I want to make a travel bag!"

A group of animals all pointed in one direction. The group of basilisks were not easy to deal with anyway, so whatever.Ling'er happily ran to find the basilisk's bad luck, and Hagrid had no choice but to send a message to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed. Should he care or not?It would be too big of a threat to leave those basilisks alone, but if they were managed, with Voldemort around, these basilisks would also be a threat to Hogwarts.

Therefore, Dumbledore happily left this brain-burning problem to the Minister of Magic, Eugenia Jenkins. She couldn't afford it!

Jenkins is also depressed, no, is it really okay to play like this?Basilisk, that's a basilisk. You kill the basilisk just like you kill a chicken. Is that really okay?

When a group of them felt that all the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest had come out, they roared when they saw Dumbledore: "Dumbledore! That's enough. What are you doing letting that crazy girl go to the Forbidden Forest? What are you doing?" The basilisk spread all over the Forbidden Forest, and we all had to take refuge."

Dumbledore looked at Jenkins who was coming and spread his hands: "This kid wants to make a snakeskin bag. I am helpless. Who of you is going to take care of it?"

The centaurs chief asked speechlessly: "Do you believe it?"

Dumbledore said speechlessly: "Do you believe it or not? Whatever."

When Ling'er came out, he saw Jenkins saying calmly: "It's okay, it's okay. One or two little ones ran away. Old man, tell the elves to come out. The heads are all here."

Jenkins asked helplessly: "Where are the teeth and eyes?"

Ling'er took it as a matter of course: "Keep the training weapon, the thing that petrifies the opponent, it must be fun. Lose it, and keep it to eat snake soup at night!"

Dumbledore couldn't help but complain: "Should Hogwarts open a new cooking class? What about the omnipotence of foodies?"

Ling'er poked Dumbledore on the back and said, "I heard it."

Dumbledore rolled his eyes, and Fenrir, who was watching the whole process, just wanted to say: "It's too difficult for him. Fortunately, he is in the human category, otherwise he would probably be stewed as well."

Ling'er looked at Fenrir with a sinister look and said, "There is a saying in the East about exchanging one's son for another's son, and when he comes back, he will have pork rib soup." Everyone was silent, and it turned out to be a black man. A woman that even the devil would avoid, is so, so good at intimidating people.

Lin Haifeng nodded: "I'm really not scaring you. The demon cultivators over there still like to eat children. Babies are best for tender meat, followed by those under ten years old, then women, and the last ones are the elderly. They They all have ingredient rankings.”

Ling'er immediately said disgustedly: "Have you eaten it?"

Lin Haifeng replied: "No, when you go to the Demon Sect's territory, you'd better eat less meat and pay attention to the taste of what you drink. It's probably human flesh, human blood or some weird ingredients."

Ling'er replied calmly: "It's okay. I just relied on my nose to get through it. Besides, I haven't found anything I can't digest so far."

Fenrir burst into tears: "Sister, sister, it's not that I don't want to die! It's just that the conditions don't allow it! What do you want?"

Ling'er replied calmly: "The Dark Council has moved, and I have no time to play."

Fenrir mentally complained: "It's not because of your reputation as an Oriental sword cultivator, look how fast you can run?"

Ling'er suddenly said: "Uncle Feng, tell me, those people from the Demon Sect, why don't you come and taste the werewolf meat? Is it delicious? Are you still afraid of turning into a werewolf?"

Fenrir said with tears in his eyes: "They have eaten and been bitten. Those crazy people have nothing to do with it. They have also been bitten by vampires. As a result, the one who bit them was poisoned to death, and an unlucky one was killed." Suck blood."

Ling'er was confused, and Lin Haifeng explained: "Well, those psychopaths, those who cultivate poison, those who cultivate souls, and those who treat themselves as zombies are all regular operations. So, the little bastards here are all Zhazha. Just a life of rations. Oh yes, many of the guys here who are called magical animals were almost extinct after being eaten by those demon cultivators."

Ling'er smiled evilly: "You didn't eat?"

Lin Haifeng coughed and said, "We'll just eat what's ready-made. We've all come back from the robbery. What a pity if we don't eat?" Ling'er laughed.

Think about her suggestion: "Catch a dragon and bring it back to stew."

Lin Haifeng licked his saliva: "Okay, okay."

Jenkins coughed and said: "Ahem, cough, you are saying that in front of our Ministry of Magic, are you really okay?"

Several monks drooled and nodded, and Luo Xiyu added: "Although the dragons here are grown in bunches, the taste is still very good. It is still very difficult to buy them."

She said calmly: "Uncle Feng, ask those demon cultivators if they want to customize the basilisk fang dagger and petrified sword? Let's trade them for dragons, or even dragon eggs, which can be hatched!"

Lin Haifeng asked: "Would you like your own dragon eggs?"

Luo Xiyu complained: "Are you sure your sect's dragon eggs can hatch?"

Lin Haifeng was dissatisfied, but Ling'er said curiously: "Bring it over and see if it's the round thing in the back hall of the main hall?"