The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

It's still raining outside, and Stan is eating spicy potatoes in the corner of the hall.

really tasty.

Wash the potatoes with skin first, steam them thoroughly and let them cool down. After the starch solidifies, cut them into pieces and deep-fry them in olive oil until they are crispy and golden on the outside. While they are hot, they are coated with a layer of mixed spice powder, including oregano, chili and pepper. , served in a wooden serving bowl, sprinkled with some salt frosting, and served with a sprig of rosemary.

Fried potatoes have a meaty taste when chewed, and the smell of spices is tangy. A mouthful of spicy air rushes down the throat, and a faint cool aroma comes back. The tongue is numb and trembles. The nose and mouth are full of this impulsive aroma. Take the opportunity to drink a big mouthful of bubbles The dense ale, with a jolt, can reveal a stream of sweat all over the body. I ate until my fingers became greasy, and the wine glass was full of fingerprints. I couldn't stop at all, until I suddenly put down the wine glass, waited for a while, and suddenly hiccupped heartily.

"Hurr~"

Stan sucks his finger and looks around the hall.

A group of wizards and soldiers from Cyre stayed in the corner. They had all been transformed into undead creatures and did not need food or drink.

A dripping doe elk paced back and forth in the middle of the hall, rain dripping down the floor. Taona, the halfling cook, grabbed a rag and tried to wipe the deer's body. A few starlings stood on its back, staring at everyone cleverly.

Edkin Davis, the minstrel, scribbling on a slip of paper with a fine charcoal pencil, appears to be just an ordinary poet, but is actually a member of the Harpers.

The Harper League is an ancient and huge justice organization. Their members are scattered all over Faerun, and they have prevented evil from invading the land many times. The harpers are always hidden and hide carefully, and it is difficult for outsiders to detect their existence.

Stan is well aware of this, because Edkin tried to recruit him, but Stan refused, he is a free-spirited bard.

The tenants of the inn come and go, there are not many staying at this time, Stan knows everyone of them, there are mercenaries, adventurers, travelers, and businessmen among them, all of them are trapped here by the heavy rain .

At the beginning, everyone was friendly and gathered in the lobby to eat and dance together every day. Unexpectedly, the rain has not stopped. I don't know when, no one dances in the hall.

A dwarven guard brought a tray full of bread, stew, and wine from the kitchen, shook Stan warily, and sprinted back to the upstairs room on short legs.

The dwarf is called Barendar Horn, and he is the bodyguard and nephew of the rich dwarf merchant Joyn Horn. They stayed at the Dalu Inn for less than half a month, and no one knew their origins, nor their destination. I only know that the nephew and uncle are very rich, and they use rough gold particles to pay, probably because they have mines at home.

"How long will this rain stop? It's terrible." A young traveler stood behind a broken window looking at the continuous rain, cursing in a low voice. Stan knew he was going to spend the savings in his pocket.

Mr. Jamal, the owner of the inn, provided a not-so-inspiring news-the food in the cellar is about to run out, and the next meal fee will be increased appropriately, and the working meal for employees will also be reduced.

Several adventurers complained, and then turned their attention to the elk pacing in the hall.

This morning, the stupid deer broke through the window by itself and got in. What a meal delivered to your door.

The adventurers took up their weapons and outflanked them.

The elk backed away warily, and retreated to the fireplace.

The bard Edkin said: "Guys, let's not rush to do it, how about using it as a reserve food?"

"It is now slaughtered and made into bacon, which is also a reserve grain." A human adventurer took out a bow and arrow to aim.

Edkin shook his head, and had nothing more to say. Stan sighed softly: "In order to hide from the rain, I ran to a dangerous place instead, elk, elk."

An arrow flew out from the adventurer's longbow, and the elk suddenly stood up and turned into a beautiful female elf. She raised her hand to grab the arrow and broke it easily.

The inn hall was silent for a while.

boom!

The door was pushed open, and the icy wind smashed in with big raindrops.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and a white-robed man holding a scepter walked in slowly. He had a fresh succubus head hanging on his waist, and his expression was painful and hideous. Bound to follow suit.

The road can no longer be walked. I didn't expect that there are still tourists staying at this time. Everyone was surprised.

Someone wanted to ask how the road ahead was going, but was frightened by the magician's terrifying attire and dared not speak.

Linde entered the door and looked around, a bolt of lightning tore the sky behind him and cast a long and narrow shadow on the ground.

"Close the door!" Chef Tao Na came over with short legs and closed the door of the inn. The people in the hall were still a little uneasy, as if something had sneaked into the inn.

It wasn't just wind and rain that followed the man in white robe.

"Lin!" Stan laughed, and rushed over to give him a hug, "Wait for me, why are you so slow?"

"Thanks for the rain, otherwise I would have to go slower. The summer nights in the Northland are short enough." Lind hugged back, and he explained to Stan, "Mia is dead, and I need a big diamond Resurrect her."

"It's really troublesome, or if you try to use [Pray], Ai Ou will definitely be willing to help."

"Ha, that's so boring." The magician shrugged and smiled, he sat at the counter, and Tao Na came to recommend food and drinks.

"Then a spicy potato, then a pepper stew, a stew, and half a pound of white bread," Linde said. "For the wine, half a gallon of kumiss. My friend pays for it."

A fresh spicy potato was served on the table, and two large glasses of kumiss were placed aside. Before all the dishes were ready, Linde was ready to enjoy this signature delicacy.

The wizards from Sel came up quietly, their costumes concealed their heads and tails, and they did not reveal their origins, so as not to arouse public anger. After all, the reputation of the red-robed wizard is such that everyone shouts and beats him.

The bard Edkin quietly clenched the neck of the family lute, ready to swing the lute to attack at any time, but his movements were more like fleeing. Elven druids watched the conflict. Everyone else showed expressions of watching the show.

Linde picked up a piece of fried potato, sniffed it lightly, and touched the surface with the tip of his tongue, showing the same surprised expression as O'Neill, "Very good spice."

He ate his snacks easily, as if he didn't know anything about the sword shining coldly behind him, and the incantations that could not be uttered. Stan next to him is also so oblivious, chatting all the time.

The red-robed wizard's gaze was fixed on the silver scepter, which was leaning against the table like this, and seemed to be able to fly over just by waving.

"Have you ever seen a group of people?" The red-robed wizard asked Linde in a low voice, "They are wearing red robes."

"Yes, they are dead, I killed them."

Cyril's face darkened. (end of this chapter)