Chapter 11 Helpless NPC
Dr. Watson is a kind man, but at the same time a bit soft-spoken. Therefore, Holmes's new ship theory, after being dressed up as an educational reform that was "good for the little wizard", finally reluctantly convinced him.
"Forget it this time. If you want to come up with any new teaching plans, you must communicate with me in advance!"
"Definitely next time." Sherlock said happily.
After saying that, he in the portrait immediately took off his wide-brimmed hat, bent slightly, and saluted his old friend.
Seeing this familiar action, Dr. Watson couldn't help but hold his forehead with his palms. "What else do you want me to do for you? But tell me in advance that I will never do anything that is degrading to the personality or harmful to the physical and mental health of those little wizards."
Sherlock looked like "How could you miss me like this?"
Watson, on the other hand, was already used to this. In the end, he had no choice but to say, "Just tell me."
Sherlock immediately hit the snake and followed it with the stick without any hesitation: "Hey, hey, hey, you only need this, and then that..."
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In the lobby on the first floor of the Hermit Manor, the young wizards had no idea about the conversation taking place between the two old men. Their attention was now focused on Bourne standing in front of the magical portrait of the Blind Pig Tavern.
"What is he doing?" The chubby Crabbe, with short hair like the bottom of a pot, asked Draco beside him doubtfully.
As for another partner, Gore, whenever he encounters something like this that requires thinking, he usually ignores it automatically. In the same way, when that little chubby Gore encountered similar things, he would forget about him.
In terms of IQ, the two are considered brothers.
It was a habit developed by Crabbe and Goyle for generations to leave the intellectual matters to the Malfoys.
However, Draco did not answer Crabbe directly, but said to his partner and bodyguard: "Shut up."
Because the young master of the Malfoy family actually doesn't know what Bourne is doing. But he knew how to maintain his authority in front of his companions and shut up the questioner when he encountered a question he didn't understand. This was the secret taught to him by Lucius.
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Bourne didn't care at all about the curious looks of the little wizards. He was now fully immersed in the prayer of Proverbs.
This is a habit of his.
Just now, Bourne summoned his house elf Momo and asked her to bring his suitcase from the dormitory. From the suitcase, I took out an incense burner, frankincense, and other important ritual items.
Then he lit the incense and began to recite some words in front of all the little wizards and Narlak in the portrait.
From "burning the emperor's will with candles, destroying monsters in the hole", all the way to "burning the traitors with cannons, and destroying the ugly ones", the little wizards may just feel strange when they hear it, but Narlak in the magic portrait is already so angry that his eyes are filled with anger. straight.
Who do you scold?
Monsters and traitors can be tolerated.
Ugly...Who are you calling this?
He was particularly concerned about this last "evaluation".
Who doesn't know that when he was young, Narlak was a famous handsome young man in 59 counties in Great Britain!
Ugly, your whole family is the ugly type!
And just when the goblin was about to go berserk, Bourne had just finished the proverb prayer, put down the incense burner and took out another important ritual item: a youth version of the chain sword that had been reinforced by his own hands and stamped with the mark of purity.
"Praise the Ohm Messiah!" After saying this crucial prayer, Bourne hooked his fingers and activated the switch.
hum-
With the built-in four-stroke engine running, this chain sword, which looks like a strange toy for children in the wizarding world, finally reveals its loyal face. The middle guide teeth and the guide rod mesh perfectly under the action of lubricating oil, and the blade teeth embedded in the saw chain are driven to rotate rapidly. Its fairy iron material reflects a unique blue cold light under the illumination of the light.
Even though Narlak had thousands of words before, after seeing this thing, he regurgitated them all. In the end, he just shouted to Bourne: "Don't come over!"
"You won't let me pass?" Bourne tilted his head and said with a faint smile: "Then how can I play a game of farot with you?"
"Just play cards, what are you doing with that thing!" Narlak was a little angry.
"There are so many pretentious guys behind you, and they might even help you read the cards secretly," Bern pouted to indicate to the goblin that he was not the only one in the magical portrait of the Blind Pig Tavern, "Let me put some background. Music, not too much, right?”
"Background music?"
"That's right! Haven't you heard the saying 'No one can beat me in my BGM'? No?"
"Are you sure you don't want to destroy this painting? I can tell you that this "Blind Pig Tavern" is worth more than 2000 galleons. If you destroy this painting, your parents will have to pay a large sum of money. !”
Parents are an issue that Bourne doesn't want to dwell on. Whether it is this life, the previous life, or even the first life. Narlak's threat in the magic portrait can be described as an accurate step on the thunder.
He raised his wrist involuntarily, and the tip of the youth version of the chain sword was slightly raised, as if he might make a thunderous strike at any time.
He took a step forward. Correspondingly, Narlak in the portrait immediately made a tactical retreat.
"Don't come here! I'll tell you my 'trump card'!" Narlak shouted.
Although he is a character in the painting, he still inherits the characteristics of his prototype: bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and coveting money.
Of course, these two points are also the nature of all fairies.
The reason why Narlak wanted to participate in Shylock's game was simply because the latter promised him that he would make an appointment for free after-care for the painting "The Blind Pig Tavern". It's just a few dozen galleons. It's not worth risking your life for this little money.
However, he really didn't expect that the little wizard now would be so brave! If they don't agree with each other, they actually want to go to war with him.
Therefore, Narlak chose to follow his heart.
"Look at this!" Narlak decisively threw away the playing cards in his hand, stretched out a broken finger, and pointed at a pillar made of bricks next to him.
As he pointed, the perspective of the magic portrait also changed, and the brick pillar occupied the center of the portrait.
There are many pieces of parchment hanging on the mottled bricks. Each piece of parchment is preceded by "WANTED", and there are basically 'moving photos' made with developing ink.
Except for one.
"That guy Sherlock just asked me to play a farot game with you. In fact, no matter whether you win or lose, you will see this wanted poster. He just wants to give you a..." Narlak chose to confess.
However, in the middle of his words, his upper and lower lips were firmly connected together as if under a spell.
In the portrait, a wizard holding a wand was pushing open the bat door of the Blind Pig Tavern and walking in.