The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Livington.

The flamboyant and narcissistic Mr. Alf Gregorio, the businessman who stuffed bombs into teddy bears, has returned to his luxurious and comfortable mansion.

The refugee family who originally occupied the property illegally has been properly resettled and moved into the outer city.

Therefore, Alf did not encounter any unexpected situations that bothered him. What made him even more relieved was the bankruptcy of the bombing case.

As a toy inventor and manufacturer, Alf was approached by a dark force entrenched in the political and business circles of Baldur's Gate. He was half-coerced and half-coaxed to join this mysterious organization.

He worked for the organization, making toy bombs that made noise and donating them to refugees.

Alf is a businessman with a flexible moral bottom line. In order to save his life, he naturally does not care about the refugees. But this is a completely illegal act after all. Friends who often commit crimes know that illegal acts will bring a lot of psychological pressure. Although he knew the law and broke the law, he wanted to be a good person.

After the bombing went bankrupt, people from the organization stopped looking for him, as if they had forgotten Alfor's existence.

It was another sunny day. Alf was holding a glass of good Eastbank fermented grape juice and sitting on a lounge chair in front of his home to enjoy the sun. The brain-computer patch behind his ear was playing soothing music.

Invisible spiritual wave radiation spread from the Ramajis Tower and enveloped the north and south banks of the Chongsa River. Even in Livington, the signal was very good.

"This is what life is called. Sunshine, breeze, good wine, eh."

"But the mistakes we made cannot be exposed so easily." The speaker was very close.

The sunlight in front of Alfor's eyes was blocked by several tall figures, and the toy dealer opened his eyes in panic, "Hey, this is a private residence, and you just broke in like that?"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's your fault."

Two sturdy old girls, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed Alf's shoulders and directly picked up the weak human being. Ignoring his screams and struggles, they dragged him into the house and threw him on the ground.

"Killed!"

Alf turned around and staggered away, but was surrounded from all sides and finally collapsed to the ground.

Linde squatted in front of him and took out a teddy bear, "Does it look familiar?"

"No, it doesn't look familiar. I haven't seen it before."

"Its name is Teddy. Come say hello to Teddy and say hello."

"H-Hello." Alf's face was sweating profusely.

Lind threw the teddy bear to him, and the toy merchant let out a sharp roar, slapped the teddy bear away, and then fell down with his head in his arms, "No! Don't kill me, put it away!"

No explosion occurred.

Karak silently picked up the teddy bear, dusted it off, grinned at the teddy bear, and held it in her arms.

Paladin smiled kindly and said, "It seems you recognize Mr. Teddy. Tell me, who asked you to put the smoke powder and explosives in its belly?"

"I don't know who is in charge! All I can tell you is that these smoke powders come from the Fireworks Shop of Ferrogel in the lower town. Go there - just say that Uncle Ferrogel sent you, and they will I’ll take you to see the smoke powder, a lot of smoke powder.”

The spineless businessman was forced to pour beans out of a bamboo tube.

The adventurers looked at each other and realized that this news was somewhat rewarding. They actually knew that the smoke powder and gunpowder came from the Fireworks Shop in Ferogel, and that this shop was Gotash's property.

The reason why they came to this shady toy dealer was because Alf was more important.

Linde gave Asdalen a look.

The vampire monk showed a kind smile, stepped forward to lift Alf up, and adjusted his collar, which made him feel flattered.

"My dear, pardon the rudeness of my companions; they are a bunch of savages, not like me. I am a gentleman who is truly anxious for the needs of others."

"Yeah?"

"That's right, you are about to die, do you know that? You revealed the information about the murderer behind the scenes to us, and that big shot with hands and eyes will definitely take revenge afterwards, and it will be very fast."

"No, no, what to do? I have to get out of here."

"Shh, don't be nervous. I'm helping you think of a solution. My dear, you have to die once."

"What does it mean to die once?! I can't afford to be resurrected!" Alfer looked at the vampire's scarlet eyes, with a meaningful smile, and suddenly had an idea, "I understand, you mean to find a substitute. But I don’t have the ability.”

"We will find a substitute for you. Then you just need to find a safe place to hide. Wait for the situation to calm down, and then buy a ticket to leave Baldur's Gate."

Alf looked pitiful, "Help me, good sir."

The vampire nodded with satisfaction and looked at Lind beside him: "Where do you think it is better to place this gentleman? I recommend sending him to Charis' care."

Asdalen's suggestion is not nonsense.

Charis, the Cat of Joy, is a famous goddess who pursues physical indulgence and pleasure and does not engage in fighting or killing. Therefore, shrines of Sharis can be found in most entertainment clubs in Faerûn. And her followers will protect to the death all guests who participate in the carnival in the name of Charis.

Linde nodded: "Just hiding in is not safe enough, I have to change your face."

The toy dealer nodded like a fool, as these strong men had whatever they said, and he had no intention or strength to resist.

Gale brought the mirror politely and said, "Please tell me, what kind of face do you want? I can use the deformation technique to adjust it for you."

"Can it also be customized? That's so considerate!" Alfer looked at his face reluctantly, "My face is perfect, but the bridge of my nose is a little too low. Well, please make my eyes wider..."

The adventurers took advantage of this time to search the house, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, not letting go of any valuable goods.

After working for a long time, Alf finally got the face he wanted. He was very proud, "Now I can definitely kill everyone under the caress of Xia Ruisi. Oh, by the way, mage, can you customize that?"

"Which one?"

"That's it." The toy dealer said coyly.

"Okay." Gale agreed, "Tell your new friend how you are."

"Oh wow! Baby, you are so awesome!" Alver crossed his legs and exclaimed, "Man, I can't thank you enough. From today on, I will change my name to Mr. Marlon Dick!"

The adventurers evacuated the last piece of furniture from Alver's house and took away his house deed.

"Wait a minute. How did you take my money?"

"This is compensation for refugees. You have made mistakes and you have to make up for it." Paladin smiled broadly.

Alf felt a little uncomfortable, "But, but I don't have money, how can I spend it on Xia Ruisi's caress?"

Lind narrowed his eyes, "If you can't be a customer, you can be a clerk. Gale, give our Mr. Alf the whole job."

"As you command." The Archmage of Waterdeep City showed a cheerful smile. After snapping his fingers, Mr. Marlon Dick, who was originally handsome, capable and capable, instantly turned into a charming and charming Brownie who made me feel pity for him. ·Miss Sweetheart.

Amid the shrill roar of the toy merchant, the adventurers looked up and down with satisfaction.

"She can definitely earn enough money to leave Baldur's Gate from Sharese's caress."

"Yes, maybe you can save a lot of savings."

The adventurers laughed happily. Miss Alf lowered her head and touched her, then her eyes turned white and she fainted. (End of chapter)