[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Sewell disguised himself as a beggar gangster and put on a set of national clothes. In fact, he had wanted to do this a long time ago.

He didn't change his facial features, but adjusted his physical condition to be in his twenties, so that he could completely transform into a young man.He already had muscles on his body, but after elongating his body, it became more obvious, with a clear outline, and the biceps on his arms were bulging.

Sewell also added dense green dragon tattoos on his shoulders and arms, and wore a pair of tattered fat pants, revealing his upper body naked | naked male body, a powerful back and a tight waist, if it is not tied at the waist In the middle, layers of hair hang down, and even the toned buttocks can be seen at a glance.

He turned his hair black, tied a forehead protector, and tied a beggar gang's signature item—a cloud curtain covering his eyes—over his eyes.

Drunken smoke and rain, why be afraid of clouds and curtains.

There is a saying in Sword Three, if a gang of beggars takes off the cloud curtain for you, it means begging for love from you.

Sewell didn't have such a deep awareness, but it really didn't affect his actions.

He was holding a jug in his left hand and a dog-beating stick in his right. On his shoulder was a heroic Baifeng, smiling with the corners of his mouth curled up. He was out of tune with the young masters and ladies in the room, very rough... even rude.

But no matter how inappropriate, the muscular figure that makes women scream is not stingy, making these girls giggle and cover their mouths.

Sewell was happy to see these girls, and also thought of the problem of his dancing partner. He raised his eyebrows, and looked at the girl who was dressed as a Veela next to him. He didn't bend down and stretch out his hands as mentioned in the nobleman's etiquette guide. It was the upper body leaning forward, and his arms were firmly supported on the girl: with a sound of "pa——", he almost slammed the girl into the wall.

"Would you like to go to the dance together?"

It was quiet for a few seconds, and then the pot exploded, the girls were screaming, the boys were whistling loudly, and only Draco looked terrible.

That girl didn't hear what Sewell said at all. She was suddenly surrounded by masculinity, and heard a nice and charming voice. She didn't have time to distinguish what the other party said. She was about to faint, and her eyes were full of Seville. A wild smile, and beautiful pieces of tendon meat.

Her face was flushed red, and she wanted to reach out to push the person away, but she saw naked flesh everywhere, and she didn't know where to start.

At this time, youths who looked like blood races hugged the girl in their arms, dragged Sewell out of the shackles, and said angrily: "This is my dance partner, you go find someone else."

"Oh..." Sewell withdrew his hand in a little disappointment, stood up straight, played with the dog-beating stick with one hand, and cast his eyes lazily at the other girls.

The girls who were swept by his eyes straightened up involuntarily, subconsciously tightened their legs, looked at him anxiously, secretly expecting to be hit by the wall.

This flesh|| lustful world.

"Enough." Draco said suddenly, and said angrily, "If you are in heat, go out, what is it like here?"

Sewell responded with a smile.

"Hey baby—" Pansy said, "if you really look like this in four years, I guarantee women all over the world will dream of sleeping with you—"

Sewell smiled and said indifferently: "It will naturally grow like this."

"Of course, there will be many women attracted to you tonight."

"I don't think so—" Draco said slightly irritatedly, "if you notice he can't even speak Russian well."

The group laughed and made noise, and an hour later, Draco, who was still unhappy, clapped his hands to get the attention of others, and said, "It's time to go to the hall."

So, these students left in pairs, and soon Pansy, Draco, and Sewell were left.

"I don't have a partner yet—" Sewell frowned dissatisfiedly, watching Draco slightly bend his arm, and Pansy gently pulled it up.

"You don't have a date yet? Talk like it's really my fault." Draco looked happy at the moment, and Sewell was sure it was because of seeing him here alone: ​​"If it wasn't for your stupid running Been to England for three full days, and believe me, you'll have a partner too."

Speaking of this, Sewell didn't dare to say anything, scratched his head, and teased the bird to follow behind the two.

Draco caught a glimpse of his self-satisfied look from the corner of his eye, and was unhappy again. He turned around and kicked him lightly, and said, "Stay away from us, go to the side."

Sewell felt hurt, and Pansy said: "Listen to him, sweetheart, I can guarantee it's because he envies your good figure."

"...Draco is actually in good shape." Recalling what he saw last night, Sewell muttered to himself, then obediently waved goodbye to the two, and went down from another direction.

Wearing the martial arts suit, Sewell was extraordinarily at ease. He walked casually in the castle of Durmstrang, using Xiaochenjue's mind at his feet, and his steps were as light as flying, and the length of a step was equal to that of an average person. Two steps, walking fast.

With his eyes tied, he rushed like a whirlwind in the castle. Due to his high speed, he was about to bump into people several times, and then jumped up in time, turning over and jumping over those people.

Sewell stopped at last on the side stairs on the first floor, where he sat on the banister and looked down into the hall below.

There were already many people in the hall. Unlike the handsome image of Qing Yishui chosen by the Slytherins, the students of Durmstrang turned into everything, including trolls, goblins, centaurs, and Sewell. Saw a few Disney anime characters.

He was looking at these with relish, when suddenly a hand was put on his shoulder: "Aren't you going down?"

It was English, Sewell turned his head and saw a pirate behind him.

A big hat with feathers, a steamy beard, and standard Viking attire.

——It's pretty handsome.

Sewell didn't know who this person was, but he was the opposite of Draco, who had an upturned nostril. He never hesitated to express his kindness, and replied with a smile: "Didn't it start yet?"

Mr. Pirate didn't leave after getting the answer. He looked Sewell up and down for a while, and said, "What's wrong with your eyes? Are you injured?"

Sewell touched the cloud covering his eyes, and felt that from the eyes of others, it was indeed like a blind man wearing a blindfold: "It's okay," he said with a smile, "I can see things with this on. "

Mr. Pirate stared at it for a while, and suddenly reached out to take off his blindfold: "If you have nothing to do, don't wear this kind of thing, it looks scary."

Sewell grabbed the other's abrupt hand and said embarrassedly: "It's all right."

"Take it off." The other party said in a commanding tone.

Sewell couldn't resist, although he still didn't know who it was: "Okay, okay..." He pushed the man away a little: "I'll do it myself."

He turned his back on Mr. Pirate and took off the cloud cover.Turning back to look at Mr. Pirate, the other party frowned and asked a little dissatisfied: "Why did you turn around?"

"...The place where I learned magic said that if you take this off in front of someone, it means asking for love."

"Ask for love?"

"The meaning of begging for love is..." Sewell tilted his head, thinking of something similar: "It means confessing."

Mr. Pirate's eyes darkened a little, and he said slowly: "It's a strange statement... But if you pick it in front of me, I will be very happy."

Sewell was dumbfounded.

"Just kidding," said Mr. Pirate again.

Sewell thought this person was weird, and asked, "You know me?" He looked Mr. Pirate up and down for a while, making sure that he didn't have any sense of familiarity: "Who are you?"

"Of course I know—the famous transfer student. Bogdan Abesh is still lying in the hospital. It's not easy to beat that guy into the hospital." Mr. Pirate curled up his mouth and avoided the second question. , praised: "You are amazing."

Sewell, who was praised, laughed heartlessly.

Mr. Pirate saw Sewell smiling, stared at him without blinking and asked, "You don't have a partner? Are you alone?"

Sewell hummed indifferently: "Just go in after the second song starts."

Mr. Pirate looked very happy. He bent down, put his left hand behind his back, stretched his right hand forward, palm up, and made a standard invitation gesture, asking: "So—would you like to be my dance partner at the Christmas party?"