The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The passengers at the Road Inn did not wait for a big battle. This result let the owner of the inn, Jamal, breathe a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to suffer this plain loss.

The two words of the Searle made many people think about it. Who are they wearing the red robe? Is it a good guy or a villain? And why did it conflict with the white-robed man?

Everyone in the inn has their own thoughts and standpoints, just like a bunch of arrows pointing in different directions, rushing left and right in this rainstorm, but can't get out of the inn. The place where there is no wind and rain is the eye of the hurricane.

Linde continued to eat his spicy potatoes, and then finished the stew and stew with bread, so much food fell into his stomach that he felt very strong.

This body needs more exercise, or some radical magic transformation, otherwise it will be injured when it encounters some small bumps, it will bleed when it is cut by a sword, it will get sick when it encounters the plague, it will be persecuted by cold and heat, and it will be destroyed. To die because of the end of life is a bit fragile.

As an incarnation, Warlock Linde doesn't mind changing his sword. Through magic and surgery, he can transform his body into a dragon, transform into a steel-framed space warrior, or obtain a strange body, and can also create a bunch of clones, using the body as clothes, and changing it at will .

For a great wizard with knowledge, this is not a fantasy. Because of this, the strength of the spellcaster is all-round, and the weak body will not become their shortcoming.

His thoughts drifted away for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the group of sneaky Cyrils were still standing behind him.

Linde tilted his head slightly, and said calmly: "I don't like undead creatures. Stay where you are for a second, and I will let you rest in peace."

The Cyres swallowed their anger. They had only two choices, to attack or to retreat. The result of choosing to attack was death. They had all heard of the outspoken character of this magician from Sazastan, and they also believed that they were incapable of defeating Linde head-on. .

Retreat is not admitting defeat, but giving more choices to the future. They still believe they can claim the artifact.

The bard Edkin, like most of the audience, was surprised by Linde's words of "dead creatures". As a harpist, he more keenly associates the undead with the red robe, and has a terrible guess in his heart.

Searle's red-robed wizard turned and left without hesitation, and sat down in the corner of the hall again, like a group of fungi growing in the shadows. Everyone looked at them with strange eyes.

Several passengers shrank their necks and murmured: "Well, it's a bit cold. Let's go back to sleep." Then they fled back upstairs.

Linde was very satisfied with this meal. As a culinary enthusiast, he also likes to collect gourmet recipes, so he humbly asked the halfling chef Tao Na for the secret recipe of making spicy potatoes.

Joyful Tona blinked slyly and said, "Only the inventor of the recipe can teach. You have to find her first."

"I guess the inventor is you."

"That's right, what are you going to exchange for it?" Tao Na's eyes were fixed on the Infinity Scepter. Halflings are considered natural thieves, but the reason they steal is not out of greed or compulsion to earn a living, but often out of curiosity. , think this is very fun.

Linde smiled dumbly. After thinking for a while, he picked up the scepter, "You want it?"

"Is it not possible?" Tao Na tilted her head and asked.

"Of course not! You will be in danger!" Linde did not say this, it was the elf who spoke, her voice was as fast as a string of wind chimes.

Cyril also looked tense, and his buttocks were lifted from the seat.

Tao Na turned to look at the elf, the druid wanted to explain something.

Before she could speak, Stan approached with a smile on his face. "Beautiful elf lady, would you like to welcome tomorrow's sunrise with me?"

Lindl was delighted.

The Elf Druid said casually, "It will still be raining tomorrow, so we won't be able to see the sunrise."

Stan began to do his best to attract the attention of the female elf. As a bard, he must have this kind of daring spirit. If he doesn't want to sleep with a dragon, a bard is not a lecherous embryo. Linde felt that Stan would probably fail. If it were Iluvita, he might be able to hook up with the elf girl in a few words.

The concept of love of elves is different from that of humans.

Next, the magician made a surprising move. He casually handed the Infinity Scepter to the halfling cook Tona, as if it was just a grass stick picked up by the side of the road.

The female elf sighed hesitantly, and the Cyres looked at each other with fiery eyes. As for the others, they were just puzzled.

Linde said to the halfling: "I lent it to you temporarily, but this is my contract weapon, and it will return to me in the end. If you are not satisfied with this condition, you can change your request. I can teach you how to do it." Fried fish, with fried potatoes, makes for a British recipe."

Tao Na took the scepter, grinned and said, "I just want to touch it, it's quite light, but it's a bit long." As soon as the words fell, the scepter automatically shortened, "It's so obedient!"

This cute and cheerful little man with a stern face, walked up and down with a staff, without looking sideways. Everyone stared at her, and suddenly realized that the halfling Tao Na was imitating Linde's steps into the inn, but her happy eyebrows and funny movements did not have the powerful aura of a magician.

"It's so majestic!" Tao Na was satisfied. She didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at her, almost bursting into flames.

Linde whispered something in her ear, and Tao Na's expression was even more surprised. She stared at the Infinity Scepter carefully, as if she knew its new purpose.

"It's not too late to try again later, teach me how to cook first."

The wizard followed the halfling into the kitchen, along with Mia, the undead.

The Cyre immediately asked the innkeeper for two guest rooms, and went up the stairs. As soon as they left, the faint chill shrouded in the hall dissipated slightly, and even the flames of the candles became brighter. The wind and rain poured in through the shattered windows, and the air was sticky with humidity.

Unmoved by Stan's sweet words, the female elf said with a serious face: "You should persuade your friends. Don't let that weapon fall into the hands of evil." Several starlings on her shoulders chirped, like Is echoing.

Stan was very sad, "I didn't expect you to care more about a fork than me, who is handsome. Hey, my guitar is actually a treasure too."

The female elf showed doubts, and then asked the innkeeper for a room.

"Please pay." The boss Jamal smiled.

"I have no money." The druid believed in the natural way, and naturally said the fact that he had no money.

Stan said, "I can borrow you first."

The Druid thought for a while, then suddenly turned into an elk again, went to the corner of the hall and lay down. The boss was very helpless, "Guest, you can't stay overnight in the lobby, it will affect the business."

The elk pretended to be illiterate and couldn't understand human words, and drooped its ears.

The boss gritted his teeth and said, "You are amazing. I don't believe you can stop eating."

The druid turned back into a human form, waved the cane magic weapon, and used [God Berry Art] to create 10 nutritious magic berries, and eating one can satisfy all the energy needed for a day.

The boss gritted his teeth.