"If it is expelled... I guess Dio won't be able to earn back the cost of food for himself. Ah, this will put a lot of pressure on me as the master." Bailang pretended to lament, although Hermione estimated that I really want to say that she can pay a little, but if you think about it carefully, if you think about a cow a week, even if her parents are dentists with high incomes, they probably can't afford it. Professor McGonagall can probably afford it...
Bailang had seen Professor McGonagall ask Professor Hagrid to call Dio, and McGonagall had even touched Dio's mane. In general, Dio's IQ was so high that he could act docile in front of these professors. When he replied Not long after arriving at school, winter vacation came. "The strange thing is that for so many years, I didn't even think about going to the East. It seems that the water is quite deep." Bai Lang thought, but he still wasn't ready to return to the mainland.
Because the original author did not write the story of the Eastern Magical World. In the original author's conception, there is only one Japanese magical world in Asia. The real Middle Kingdom "does not exist". There are only individuals who have settled in the UK. Take Zhang Qiu, for example. Bailang knew that this Chinese girl couldn't even speak Mandarin. She was fluent in English and could speak a little Cantonese, but she basically didn't understand Chinese characters, so naturally she couldn't speak Mandarin.
Bailang had no interaction with this Chinese girl. Although Bailang spoke English very fluently, unless he learned the words he used to scold Malfoy from the great sergeant major in Full Metal Jacket, he would never scold her at all other times. They were scolded in their native Chinese - ranging from "F*ck!" to "Gan Li Niang!", "Spicy block mother!", "Turtle son!", and they were rarely the same.
As for Zhang Qiu, the most she can say in Cantonese is "The Yan family is rich and noble!" which is already amazing. "Where does a person belong? Just look at the language he uses when he subconsciously curses his mother." This is it. Whitecap's point of view. The trio, especially Hermione, were busy looking for various ancient records to help Hagrid in his lawsuit, while Harry and the others assisted her.
Bailang worked hard to train Neville, and usually he used a wooden stick to give Neville a good beating - even though Neville was in a worse situation, if he was on the same page as others now, as long as he didn't shrink back because of fear, he was actually already a good person. A pretty good sword and shield warrior. Although the level of infusing magic power into weapons and shields is still good and bad, he can already use it.
Harry went to Professor McGonagall almost every day, and Wood also begged Professor McGonagall to quickly complete the inspection and return the Firebolt to Harry - it seemed that Gryffindor's victory depended entirely on Harry's broom. And Quidditch The training has become five times a week, so much so that Harry and his Quidditch teammates, except Wood, have become listless. "Hope is ahead! Slytherin only narrowly defeated Ravenclaw!" We have a chance!"
Hermione has occupied a corner of the common room to do her homework. She has a lot of homework to do every day.
Bai Lang's countless fights with dementors made his patronus spell look more and more like, "Mommy, mommy is red!" With Bai Lang's voice, the yellow light gradually took shape and looked vague. It was like a tiger that could never be completely condensed. However, it was enough to drive away the dementors. Bailang himself had no interest in dealing with the dementors. The reactions of these monsters were too mechanical.
It's just that Bailang hasn't tried to kill a dementor yet - otherwise it wouldn't be worth it if the Ministry of Magic sued him for damaging public property. Who knows how much compensation they would pay for the dementors. When he went back, he found that Neville was trapped again.
Outside the door, "Actually, let me tell you, Neville, you should just fight with Jazz. Believe me, your skills are definitely better than his! I will help you watch the battle." Bailang took out the wooden sword and shield and handed it to Neville.
Neville swallowed his saliva. It was his first time fighting a humanoid monster other than White Waves. He was very nervous to the naked eye. The fight with Jazz was lackluster. Neville's ability was not even half of what he had done in training. Fortunately, he was stuck.
Ser Cadogan was even more useless, so after a hard fight that made Neville sweat profusely, he finally knocked off Ser Cadogan's helmet, causing the old guy to fall straight into the painting - Sir Cadogan's short
The foot horse licked his face trying to wake him up.
"Oh, now we are all locked out before this useless guy wakes up." Bailang muttered, "But Neville, you did a good job. Think carefully about your first duel.
Victory, you will have a lot of happiness like this in the future." It is estimated that the old guy will wake up in a quarter of an hour at most - characters in paintings usually cannot die, so Bailang simply commented to Neville on the battle he had just fought.
At this time, Peeves came. He laughed wildly and sprayed water on Sir Cadogan's head with a water bag. "Hahahaha, flat head, flat head! Just like smashing a flat bean!"
His expression was as if he was crazy - "Do you think? Peeves seems to be getting more and more crazy these days?" Neville looked at Peeves' movements and said, "It was just a prank, but now it seems like he is getting more and more crazy."
I can’t understand his behavior.”
"Ah, I think I've been hit on the head so much that I'm completely crazy now, right?" Bailang wasn't sure, but it didn't stop him from taking out his wand and making signs. Peeves laughed wildly and raised the wand he took out from nowhere.
The big stick smashed his head to the side, and then let out a strange laugh and floated away. "It's really crazy!" Bailang said. At this time, Sir Cadogan, who was completely wet and even started to ooze paint, said
Groaning, he sat up.
"Open the door." Bailang said, and Cadogan, who was covering his head, waved his hand, and the portrait slid aside to reveal the hole. "From now on, there is one more Gryffindor who does not need to recite passwords." Bailang said, and took the photo.
Patting Neville on the shoulder, "Well done boy."
Not long after they entered, Harry came in almost twirling and dancing, holding his Firebolt in his hand - it seemed that the professor had carefully checked and found that it was fine. The whole common room was in a stir, and everyone was excited.
They gathered around and wanted to touch the Firebolt. "Harry, you are so lucky. The professor gave you the Firebolt just before the game. Now victory is guaranteed." Bailang said, and Wood was so happy that he was speechless.
coming.
They went to train the next day. The problem was that Ron and Hermione had a conflict-Hermione's cat seemed to eat Ron's mouse. Bailang didn't pay attention to such small things-his patron saint seemed to want to
It was formed, Bai Lang felt this way. Sure enough, when he provoked those dementors again, following Mummy Mummy Red's spell, a golden tiger with black markings jumped out from the head of Bai Lang's wand.
The tiger was almost as big as a buffalo, and it tore apart a Dementor with a roar - so Bailang quickly canceled the spell and fled back to the dormitory. Will the Ministry of Magic find out? How to pursue it? Bailang wants to
How much was the compensation? Or would he be caught in Azkaban? None of this happened in the end. Someone from the Ministry of Magic seemed to have asked, but Dumbledore pushed him back.
In short, Bailang was safe and sound. And the game also started. Bailang felt that it was too wasteful to go to the game in such good weather, so he sneaked to the Forbidden Forest - everyone was going to watch the game, and he could summon Dio to play with him -
- After all, they are big cats, and Bailang's elephant fist can still draw nourishment from them. Bailang and Dio are more like fighting than playing - Bailang's body rises and falls like a tiger, and he fights with the lion with golden hair and giant horns.
Even here, he could hear the cheers at the Quidditch Stadium. "They won?" Bailang said with certainty. The cheering and celebration lasted all day long, and Bailang drank a lot of butterbeer. He did indeed
Cheer - because since he completed the Patronus, he felt like he had a lot of ideas on the Animagus of Transfiguration - Professor McGonagall has always warned against trying Animas on your own.
Gus uses magic, but Whitehead is determined to give it a try secretly.
On the night when the Gryffindor Quidditch team cheered for victory, Harry and the others went back to sleep exhausted, and Bailang sneaked out of the dormitory and came to the Forbidden Forest. Dio was already waiting there, Bailang was active
He moved his hands and feet and said, "I think I can do it." He cheered himself up, and then concentrated on saying, "Om Mani Mani Red, Neon!" The tone was still the same as that of Jidian Living Buddha.
His body began to change. He fell on all fours and his shoulders crackled. The true meaning of the tiger shape in the Nandou White Tiger Fist was naturally activated, just like a big insect shaking its head and tail. The first transformation was longer, but it was only five or six times.
In the time it took him to breathe, Bailang turned into a tiger - an ordinary tiger was either a white tiger or, like his patron saint, almost as big as a buffalo.
"I have made great progress by relying on kung fu! What you can see on paper is shallow, but you must practice it! It turns out that practicing the tiger form in the human body is still so different from the real tiger form - even if I have already transformed the tiger form.
He has been trained to be ten thousand times stronger than a real tiger, but he is still crude in every detail!" Bai Lang's excited words turned into roars of tigers. Fortunately, he was far away from the castle, otherwise he was afraid that his secret would be exposed.
Now that the spell has been completed, returning to human form and later transforming into a tiger will not be as slow or dangerous as the first time. The good thing about this spell is that it can also transform clothes, so as not to ruin a set of clothes with one transformation. Bai Lang
Humming a little tune, he returned to the dormitory. In the next few days, he just had to hang out - he would only stay for about ten years anyway, and the color of Yuyu's current water also proved this.
Bai Lang never thought about achieving success in his studies. After learning the magic of Pujie, it is certain that it will not be used in other places. He is going to cause trouble... When Voldemort is resurrected next year, Bai Lang won't mind knocking him.
Skull, what Avada Kedavra - if it's the speed in the movie... Voldemort had better pray that his head is harder than iron.
This chapter has been completed!