[Comprehensive] The man who sells with rope

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Damn, is it so scary to open your eyes and see someone standing next to your bed, Lockhart,

I am serious this time,

The antimatter grenade is ready, thank you.

Hold,

After Shen Jingbing complained to Qi Yu, she rubbed her bulging stomach just after eating, turned off the communicator and put it back in the ring. Rubbing the quilt, he closed his eyes.

He could reach Northern Ireland in two hours, hang around and fly straight out into the heart of Europe.

The map I bought before is a complete world map, which means that this is really the earth—although it may not be on the same plane as him.

This kind of self-driving tour does not need to worry about not having enough money and encountering dangers. It is really profitable. Shen Jingbing thinks that after he has wandered around this plane, it will be no problem to travel around the world with Ma Ma when he returns home!

Mama will definitely feel that Erzhi is very reliable!

You will definitely feel that Erzhi has grown up and become a blue person you can rely on! !

Thinking about it, I think it's really fried chicken sticks!

Shen Jingbing smashed his mouth, couldn't help but bury his head in the pillow and laughed, Voldemort, who was staying in the dragon skin bag, stretched out his head, wriggled and climbed onto the pillow, coiled up in a small circle and vomited .

Shen Jing Bingxiao was tired and fell asleep directly.

In the dream, he was taking his mother around the world, and the smile on his mother's face was extremely bright.

Shen Jingbing felt that this life was worth it.

In the room next to Shen Jingbing, Lockhart was telling passionately about his battle of wits and courage with vampires, and his fierce fight. On the table, a thick stack of parchment had been written on it. The writing quill is constantly writing on the parchment.

Lockhart didn't originally live in this room, but in order to get closer to the vampire whose name sounded like a pseudonym, he spent a sum of money to change rooms with the guest who originally lived in this room.

Lockhart had money, and he knew what to spend it on.

For example, the book he is writing now will bring him a huge fortune in the future-only after experiencing the variety of entertainment activities in the Muggle world can he realize how scarce wizards' entertainment is.

That's why his novels that have exaggerated a lot or even completely unrealistic can sell so well.

With such important materials, Lockhart almost didn't care about the upfront investment of those Galleons.

He had almost seen the wealth this thick stack of parchment could bring him.

Although Lockhart is hypocritical, he is also a student of Ravenclaw. He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run. His business acumen is still very good.

What's more, he has a good literary talent. After a rough writing with a magic quill and some revisions, it is enough to write a good novel with thrilling plots and ups and downs.

If he hadn't been so vain, the result would have been much better.

Lockhart was in the room, and suddenly got stuck in the middle of an impassioned speech.

Because he wanted to write about what a vampire looks like when he sleeps, and he has never seen the vampire with a pseudonym sleeping.

This is not good. Lockhart knows that eight or nine truths must be added to a sentence to be convincing. In fact, his previous works also reflect this.

If he hadn't had something in his stomach, he wouldn't have written those books.

Of course, having material in your stomach and actually doing it with your hands are completely different things.

It's just that Lockhart doesn't think it's so important for him to be theoretically good at all, after all, he rarely appears in front of wizards.

He spends more time hanging around in the Muggle world. No matter in the wizarding world or the Muggle world, his appearance is very popular, coupled with his impeccable etiquette, compared to the wizards who are difficult to rank among the upper class except for the nobles. In the Muggle world, he prefers to enjoy the vanity of the upper class in the Muggle world.

Lockhart rummaged through some of the Galleon bags that had cast the Shrinking Curse on him, took out two bags, weighed them, turned around and put away the Magic Bi that he had inserted into the ink bottle, and then Go out to the next door.

Getting along these days let Lockhart know that that vampire is completely different from the vampires the public knows.

He is not afraid of crosses, or holy water, or garlic, or the sun, nor does he have much need to suck blood.

Except for his pale face, eyes that turn red like blood, and sharp fangs, there is no slight difference between him and ordinary humans.

Oh, and to add, this vampire has no magic powers yet.

It looked like a weak, frail beast that could easily kill him without any effort.

Although the vampire made people feel this way, Lockhart was wise not to put his idea into practice. For him, it was enough to know some vampire's living habits and attack methods.

Lockhart has been carefully choosing places with other people to ask his own questions. Although he is not sure whether it will have a deterrent effect on vampires, the presence of people does give him a sense of security.

In particular, his appearance is quite popular among Muggles, and it can satisfy his desire to be noticed by more people in crowded places.

In fact, if you hadn't been with Lockhart as a wizard, you would never have felt that he was an idiot.

Because there are very few things in the Muggle world that make him at a loss, he can even use the simplest little magic to win applause.

Similarly, this also swelled Lockhart's confidence unprecedentedly.

In Lockhart's view, he asked questions, the vampire answered, and he gave money. This was the simplest and rudest transactional relationship.

Of course, Shen Jingbing will not tell him that most of the so-called "facts" are made up by him.

At this moment, Lockhart, who thought this vampire was very easy to talk to, thought about it. With two bags of Galleons in his hand, he turned the handle of the door next door and opened it smoothly.

Lockhart was a little surprised by a vampire sleeping unlocked, and then quite lucky and satisfied.

If not, he really wouldn't be able to come in and see the vampire sleeping.

Shen Jingbing fell asleep peacefully, with an unfinished smile on his face, the previous roll made the quilt tightly wrapped around him, and he fell asleep straight on his side, like a white and tender bug.

Lockhart took out his camera, walked closer, took a few photos lightly, then took out his notebook and started recording.

Waking up as soon as Lockhart came in, Voldemort, who quickly jumped into the quilt, vomited the letter, looked down at the potion that Shen Jingbing had hung on his tail before, which was only half the size of a little thumb cover, and squinted. Squinting his eyes, he turned around and bit off the lid of the medicine and swallowed it.

Lockhart was writing happily when a giant python suddenly appeared in the room.

The instantly enlarged python almost occupied most of the room. He surrounded Shen Jingbing in the middle of his body. Looking at the blond wizard who was squeezed back several times by his sudden enlargement, the huge snake head leaned over and spat out the message.

The rest of the furniture in the room was hit by the giant python's flicking of its tail and the movement of coiling up.

Lockhart was stiff all over. He didn't know when the wand was in his hand, but he was trembling and unable to utter a spell.

Zheng Xiang, who was sleeping quietly, woke up rubbing her eyes after being startled by the loud noises, and saw only the head from the middle of the coiled body of the giant python.

Shen Jingbing didn't feel angry about getting up, but it didn't mean that he would have a good face when he was woken up while he was sleeping soundly.

Especially this person is still the person he has always wanted to strangle to death, but he can't do it.

"what happened?"

The giant python hissed a few times, and its tail slapped loudly.

Shen Jingbing glanced at Lockhart coldly, and broke away from the encirclement of the giant python, "Mr. Lockhart, just because I tolerate your harassment doesn't mean... I have no temper."

Lockhart's face was stiff, and the fishy venom of the giant python could almost be smelled clearly from the spit out letter.

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Riddle, I think this is a bit of a misunderstanding..." Lockhart's voice was dry, and the hand holding the wand trembled, for fear that he would be swallowed by the giant python in front of him if the man gave an order.

Shen Jingbing didn't speak, he bent down to pick up the cameras and notebooks that had fallen on the ground, flipped through them and threw them on the ground, then he walked out of the door and entered the next door where the door was not locked.

Then he saw the thick stack of parchment.

"Sailboat with Vampires"

...what a joke.

Shen Jingbing took a few glances and was speechless for a while, feeling that Lockhart was really talented in writing books.

Of course, the premise for Shen Jingbing to accept this pile of obviously unfinished novels is that the "vampire" who was tortured into a dog by Lockhart is not based on him.

Can't bear to use him as the original shape!

It's an insult to reputation!

Lose money!

Must lose money!

Shen Jingbing returned to her room angrily with the stack of parchment.

"Shen!" Nagini said, she seemed to be in a better condition, but she was still a little sluggish. Voldemort probably didn't want to do that kind of biting thing, so he kicked Nagini out, " Can I eat this man?"

Shen Jingbing shook her head, slapped the stack of parchment in front of Lockhart, and squinted her eyes.

"Mr. Lockhart, I think you should explain what this is? En?" Shen Jingbing rapped on the damaged table with her knuckles.

Lockhart opened his mouth, but didn't say a word for a while.

Shen Jingbing frowned impatiently, and then simply stretched out her hand: "I don't mind if you smear me and damage my reputation, but you have to lose money."

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief.

What can be solved with money is not a big deal.

"And sneaked into my bedroom while I was taking a nap and violated my privacy..." Shen Jingbing picked up the camera and shook it in front of his eyes, "I don't think you will deny your disgusting actions?"

Lockhart, who was provoked by the word "disgusting", wanted to refute, but finally nodded due to the venom dripping more and more from the giant python.

"Then the loss of reputation and the loss of spirit plus the invasion of privacy, please give me [-] Galleons." Shen Jingbing was not polite.

My master is precious!

Up and down hundreds of thousands every minute, hum! ╭（╯^╰）╮

Lockhart was taken aback by the number.

"If you don't want to, I think my pet doesn't mind treating you as an extra meal." Shen Jingbing smiled.

Lockhart handed over the shrunken Gringotts key with trembling hands.

"The compensation for the room will be handed over to you, Mr. Lockhart." Shen Jingbing took the key, greeted Nagini, turned around and left, and reminded me casually before leaving, "I advise you, if you don't want to go to Wei The dock in Sengama or be inexplicably thrown into Azkaban, it's better not to use the name Tom Riddle."

Otherwise, there will be a big easter egg falling on your head.