[Comprehensive] The man who sells with rope

The solar calendar September 1980, 9 - the weather is fine - the mood: my heart is bitter

How difficult is it for you to figure out how to feed a giant python?

Voldemort, you eat and drink from me, and pets belong to me.

Would you mind not tipping me?

Pooh.

"Shen, is there any lamb to eat today?" The shrunken giant python poked its head out of his sleeve and spat out the message. The sweet and soft voice of the little girl hit Shen Jingbing hard. little heart.

His eyes flashed, he didn't look at Nagini [deleted] little girl [deleted] giant python who was scary even if it was shrunk down, and then rejected her cruelly: "No."

"Why!" Nagini flicked his tail unhappily, and slapped Shen Jingbing on the wrist, "I want a lamb! A lamb!"

"...Nagini, do you know." Shen Jingbing picked up the little girl and pinched her seven inches, "Three-dimensional arrogance is not cute at all."

The snake girl who was pinched seven inches stiffened into a stick.

"Hey, don't make trouble." Shen Jingbing patted her on the head with satisfaction, and stuffed her back into the small nest of the dragon skin bag specially made for the small Nagini tied to her hand.

Nagini glanced at him, turned his head and retreated into the lonely nest.

Shen Jingbing raised her head and looked at the pier where people were coming and going. The salty sea breeze quickly dried the splashed water on the pier.

It took him more than half a month to include the British mainland and the fragmentary islands into the discovered map. Now he is going to set off from this city named Heysham to Douglas on the Isle of Man. Go to Belfast, Northern Ireland.

However, Shen Jingbing thought that maybe there would be no Northern Ireland in this plane. He hadn't read the original book, but Northern Ireland didn't seem to be mentioned in the movie.

He looked around, looked at the boat ticket in his hand, asked a staff member to ask, and trotted to the place where he boarded the boat.

The detector Qi Yu gave him this time seems to be much more advanced, and the depth detected is much deeper than when he was in Yitian.

The time flow ratio of this plane to the cosmic calendar is 131:1. Shen Jingbing thinks that the higher the level of danger, the smaller the time flow ratio of the plane, but Shen Jingbing is quite happy with this flow rate ratio.

The boss told him to give him half a month, but it has been several years since he arrived here—this time is enough to fulfill his dream of traveling around the world.

Of course, this journey would be considered perfect if you could not take this snake girl who eats a lot and has a rather unscientific digestion ability.

Shen Jingbing took the snake girl whose appetite was so big that he was a little bit collapsed on the big tanker, looked down at the dragon skin bag tied to his hand, and thought about whether to seal the bag tightly on the ship these days, so as not to prevent the snake The girl ran to the warehouse on the ship alone and ate up all the food stored.

"Didn't Voldemort feed you, Nagini?" Shen Jingbing asked after finding his room.

"There are little lambs every day." The snake girl was upset, she didn't even stick her head out, she wrapped her tail in the dragon skin pocket and left it to Shen Jingbing.

"..." Shen Jingbing felt guilty that he was a villain who abused small animals.

But soon he didn't have time to continue thinking about this guilt.

He literally tossed a live prancing lamb from the ring, kindly sponsored by Arrow - because our poor snake girl got seasick.

Shen Jingbing stood on the deck, blowing the sea breeze, squinting at the blonde girl with big breasts who was watching the scenery on the deck, feeling like she was in heaven.

Nagini huddled pitifully in the dragon skin bag and did not move.

In the case of seasickness, even the presence of a lamb does not cheer Nagini up.

"Shen, I feel like I'm going to die." Nagini muttered, "I'm dead, you have to eat up those little lambs and don't waste them."

Shen Jingbing smiled, leaned back on the railing and looked at the sea level far away from him, watched the cruise ship break through the sparkling sea, and yawned in the sun.

"Shen."

Shen Jingbing was taken aback by the sudden change of voice, "Voldemort?"

"There's a man behind you—a wizard." The devil lying on the ground said, his voice became cold—he wondered if this man took him away with an excuse, and then sold it to the Ministry of Magic at a high price.

Along the way, he clearly understood Shen Jingbing's obsession with money, and he never let go of the slightest opportunity to get money out of other people's pockets. Of course, it was business rather than robbery.

Although the ability of this person he saw before was enough to take away other people's money without being noticed.

But the man showed little interest in stealing.

But no matter what, the Dark Lord had no choice but to feel jealous of him because of Shen Jing's intentions.

"Wizard?" Shen Jingbing yawned indifferently, and didn't think about what was going on in the mind of the black wizard coiled around his wrist, but turned around inadvertently, and happened to see a brilliant blond hair.

Seeing him turn around, the man grinned gracefully at him.

"..." Shen Jingbing squinted her eyes because of her blond hair, which was especially dazzling in the sun.

This person was wearing a suit of clothes that were sewn to the body and was very formal. The dark clothes suppressed the jumping of the brilliant blond hair on his head, making him appear calm and reliable.

Shen Jingbing sized him up for a while, then turned around without interest.

He muttered in a low voice: "No matter how calmly you dress, you can't change that peacock-like smile, it's so ugly."

After thinking about it, he still thinks that the smile on his store manager's face is the most beautiful.

Voldemort, who opened his fangs in the dragon skin bag and was ready to attack at any time: "..."

The man seemed a little surprised by Shen Jingbing's reaction. He took the initiative to step forward and stood beside Shen Jingbing, and said, "Hey, hello."

"Hello, sir." Shen Jingbing looked up helplessly and replied.

"I'm Gilderoy Lockhart." The man smiled gracefully again, "You can call me Gilderoy."

"Hello, Mr. Lockhart." Shen Jingbing grinned, he still remembered the funny guy in the movie who did more than accomplish nothing, "My name is... well, Tom Riddle."

The demon king lying on his stomach in the dragon skin bag froze.

Shen Jingbing let out a sound in her heart, wishing she could chop off her own tongue.

The reason why he remembered this name was because he thought it was interesting to change the alphabetical order and rename the shot, so he wrote it down, and it turned out to be so cheap.

"Oh, hello Tom, it's rare to see oriental people here." Lockhart didn't seem to notice that the other party didn't want to talk to him at all, and asked himself: "Seeing that you are not very old, are you here?" Did you study abroad?"

That's why you Europeans look old.

"Come to do business." Shen Jingbing replied casually.

"Oh? I heard that the mysterious East is full of gold, and there are many precious things." Lockhart said and took out a small notebook, "Can I ask you some questions? You know I have been paying attention to the East for a long time. "

"..." Shen Jingbing looked at him and rolled her eyes secretly, "What do you want to know?"

"Are there vampires in the east?"

Shen Jingbing nodded without thinking: "Yes."

"Where's the female ghost?"

"Yes." Shen Jingbing continued to nod.

"I heard that there are Tibetan snowmen in Tibet. Is it true?"

"En." Who the fuck knows.

"I heard that there is a profession in the east that can kill those evil things. That profession is a Taoist priest?"

"It's the priest." Shen Jingbing rambled casually.

The question and answer lasted for a long time, and Shen Jingbing was very annoying.

"I heard that people in the East don't use knives and forks to eat." Lockhart seemed to be joking but also seriously asked, "Could it be with hands? Oh, that's really dirty."

Shen Jingbing squinted his eyes, he felt offended.

"No, we generally..." He raised his head to meet Lockhart's gaze, his dark pupils suddenly turned dazzling red under the sunlight, and two sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, "Bite directly."

Lockhart's hands trembled in fright, and the pen fell into the sea.

"By the way, Mr. Lockhart, I'm not free to answer these questions for you, please remember to pay me, it's cheaper than a thousand galleons - I don't think you can't find me, right? ?”

Lockhart shuddered and nodded.

Shen Jingbing snorted coldly, turned her head back to the cabin, and gave a hundred likes to the camouflage and physical projection functions of the safety vest.