Dimensional Eroders

After selling the cuteness to Bailang for 5 points, the little milk cat finally got excited, and returned to normal from the supine and twisting position, looked around furtively, then spit out human words, and said in a chirping tone: "Brother Lang, don't touch me!"

"Huh?" Lang, who was not yet happy enough, stopped his claws, looked at Maomao who was already sitting cross-legged like a dog, and said regretfully, "You're awake."

"Hmm, if you don't pay attention, you will mess up the soft fur of others."

The kitten licked its paws, scratched a few times on the top of its head, smoothed the scattered hair, and then released a good momentum from its body, its feet gradually lifted off the ground, and it floated like a cat strip. At the same time, it opened its arms and let the world Feel the way of pain.

"Let the great force cats and cats do the math for you!"

After saying that, the kitten, which was stretched to more than 20 cm under its own weight, closed its eyes and stopped talking. Just like that, it floats and moves in the air at a constant speed.

Bailang was stunned, not understanding what this meant? Didn't you mean a fortune teller? You speak up.

While the three fathers and daughters of the Bai family were waiting for the great cat to give a prophecy or some kind of reminder, the kitten's tail suddenly curled up, and it licked twice at Bailang, just like a human's index finger making "you Come here! ’ same action.

Jack pushed the male mother: "The tower seems to tell us to follow?"

Fufu nodded: "Yes, that is."

Bailang thought about it and said, "It's like the automatic grave-guiding function of Fugui Pill, let's go!"

Although there are still doubts, but Immortal Meow's actions at this moment are probably to guide himself to solve the key to the problem, right? So Lang followed with anticipation. It was the first time for him to observe Gao Wen's divination up close, and he was very interested.

Piaji!

The floating force cat with its eyes closed had only moved six or seven meters before bumping its head against the door of the confinement room, sticking to it like a liquid, with its little tail stretched and furry.

Then, Immortal Meow did not launch the state of prophecy and divination, but by virtue of the force, tore himself from the door, and then... Bia chirp!

Hit it again.

Pia...Pia...Pia...

Bai Lang was just so stunned, seeing that it had bumped into it five times in a row but still didn't intend to stop, so he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the kitten by the tail, and made it stop its head-snapping behavior.

"Stupid! Fufu opened the door for her."

Xiao Fufu stood on her tiptoes and turned the doorknob. The cat, which was in a divine state, was finally able to float out and continue to guide the way for the waves.

This time, Bailang took out a rope and wrapped it between the vertical floating cat strips, like walking a dog or holding a balloon, to prevent the cat from flying away, and always keep a distance of one meter from himself.

Doing so can effectively prevent it from bumping into walls, doors, or floating on the roof...

Next, Bailang endured the puzzled eyes of the little wizards of all grades all the way, and wandered around the castle with a levitating cat. Because the cat in the divination state does not know how to press the elevator, he can only climb the stairs.

The little wizards along the way whispered one after another:

"Which one is the levitation technique?", "It's amazing!", "Is there a possibility that it is cruel to animals?", "It's so cute!", "Let's secretly report to Vice Principal McGonagall that someone abused cats! "

Not afraid of gossip, the cowardly girl released a V-shaped force in front of her, separating the crowd blocking the road, and finally led Bailang to the bottom of the auditorium, bypassing the Hufflepuff lounge, and stopped at Hogg In front of Watts' kitchen.

It wasn't until this moment that Yuanli Maomao regained his sanity and said, "Human, the answer you want is inside!"

After finishing speaking, Gao Wen, who was in the milk cat state, looked around and realized that he was in a public place, and suddenly became shy.

Bailang noticed her abnormal state and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Cat Zai faltered: "Well, Brother Lang, I have finished divination and want to end the form of Immortal Meow."

"Then you change back!"

"I don't have any clothes on. I'll take a step first and contact you at night." After finishing speaking, she activated the Flying Thunder God Technique and disappeared from the basement.

When I was promoted to the ninja world, both my sister and Ta got [Flying Thunder God], and now my sister has engraved the "Flying Thunder God Art" on her "Gun Fighting Bullet", and can position her "bullet" at any time ' Complete the transfer.

After Yuanli Maomao's 'divination+running' without end, Bailang could only push open the kitchen door and continue to search for the so-called 'answer'.

As a result, as soon as he entered the door, a rich aroma mixed with more than a dozen different styles greeted him, which made his eyes brighten. Fufu and Jack rushed to take a deep breath.

good smell! The taste is very strong! In an instant, he judged more than a dozen dishes that he tasted at the opening ceremony. Looking closely, this is a space with a high ceiling, the area is as large as the auditorium, and it has also been expanded with the "No Trace Curse". space.

It is not so much a kitchen as it is a huge factory, in which all kinds of house elves who have been transformed by magic machinery shuttle through it. Industrial crucibles, which are bigger than iron pots for stewing living people, are placed on rocket jets. Roasting on the fire like a tail flame... while the house elves stepped on the three-meter movable angle iron frame, controlled the gantry crane above the crucible, continuously poured baskets of prepared ingredients into the crucible, and then the giant Insert a spatula into it and stir back and forth.

The underground kitchen of Hogwarts is a cursed half-industrial and half-witch doctor factory. The elves release all kinds of spells, cooperate with each other in an orderly manner, and cook dishes efficiently in an assembly line.

After seeing Bailang, the elves who were closer to him were overwhelmed. Like a Stockholm syndrome patient, they greeted him humblely + self-criticism + self-abuse + self-PUA...asked what would you like to eat?

There was even an elf, who was holding a pile of tall cabbages and couldn't see the way ahead, knelt down on the ground in panic and apologized after colliding with the white waves. As a result, within ten seconds, the head chef who was teleported swung an ax and chopped off his hands to apologize to Lang.

This crazy and rough scene stunned Lang, but fortunately, Fufu subconsciously sent the other party a bill, and then activated the holy light to repair his hands.

The little elf was even more grateful and pushed the little angel to kowtow crazily. He didn't take his head for his head, and crazily smashed the ground to express his gratitude.

Humble! So fucking humble! It is also accompanied by a strong tendency to self-harm, self-abuse, and self-destruction.

How did the wizards of Hogwarts PUA them?

Bailang looked at hundreds of elves who did not forget to greet him in their busy schedule, nodded and bowed to accept the inspection of the leader, each one was so ugly that it exploded, shriveled, thin, and thin, with huge triangular ears and a long Pinocchio nose, And bulging eyes the size of tennis balls.

But not as cute as blingbling's big eyes should be, but very scary and scary.

These house elves generally had their arms or legs sawn off, and more than half of their bodies had been transformed.

Those enchanted prosthetics are often equipped with axes, chainsaws, flame spray guns... and other messy tools, but they are cleverly used on the kitchen assembly line.

For example, cutting ribs accurately and efficiently, waving scissors to remove vegetable roots, spraying a large amount of water to rinse, using a spray gun to burn the hair on the skin of the meat... What's more, the defendant created the structure of a centaur, but the lower body is not a horse, but A four-wheeled van pulled a load of vegetables and galloped along the four lanes in the kitchen.

The elves are flashing, the prosthetic limbs without energy devices are roaring wildly driven by magic power, and a large number of magic fluctuations are taking effect on the kitchen equipment... This noisy and chaotic scene made Bailang suddenly realize.

"As expected of a cat of the Force, I've realized it!"

He wants to find a 'fuel' with a stable source, high cost performance, and sustainable support for the operation of the [Little Holy Bowl]. The dragon is certainly good, but it is somewhat impractical. However, the 'house elf' in front of him opened a window for him.

The house elves seem to be of low social status, a group of "smart slave species" who have been PUA for thousands of years, willing to degenerate, and proud of being enslaved by humans.

However, in the original book, these ugly alternative goblins have powerful magical talents that even adult wizards cannot match. Born without a wand to cast spells, apparating is as common as drinking water, and has a large number of household charms.

Many grown wizards could spend their lives outmatched by a lowly house-elf. However, the entire wizarding world ignored this group of combat forces and enslaved them as the lowest level of household slaves.

However, the house elves are also amazingly cowardly. They have been trained by wizards for thousands of years, full of slavishness, and are even more humble and resigned to their fate than the "untouchables" in India. They can't afford the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

Well, it's going both ways.

If Voldemort in the original world line can organize three thousand elves and enslave them with spiritual PUA to be loyal to him. This group of fanatical Stockholm patients will fearlessly shout [Avada eats a big melon], the crazy snake skin flashes, and shoots out a series of miraculously forgiving green lights for the master's mission.

At that time, Dumbledore, Phoenix Shooter, and Auror were all rubbish. They can only lie at the feet of the "Avada Elf" and eat. Who needs the 'shit eaters', a group of trash who do more than fail?

Straightforward to The Dark Lord and His House-Crafted Pokemons.

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Bailang stopped a few flustered elves and called them to a secluded corner.

These humble little things didn't dare to resist at all, and followed Lang obediently, forcing themselves into a corner, looking up at the two-meter-high Lang, who was dressed in suits and leather shoes, could not help shivering.

The unrestrainable [fear-colored domineering + villain's charm] leaked only 1‰, which made them stiff and frightened. At first glance, it looks like a small five of the good camp.

And behind Lang, there is a little Jack who is flying with two butterfly knives, and a silly Fufu who is wearing a black cat ear helmet, which feels very mysterious and majestic, but is actually in a daze.

Bailang suddenly felt like a scum adult who blackmailed the kindergarten children for their pocket money after school, so he coughed lightly, took out his [Rejuvenating Menthol Cigarette], and comforted him: "Here is a Huazi, calm down. Take it easy, I'm not a bad person."

"Nick knows that Mr. Outlander is Hufflepuff's professor and our master. Nick is willing to serve you, but he dares not smoke for fear of tarnishing the noble gentleman."

"Don't beep, smoke one, I added a large dose of mental tranquilizers to make you bolder. I feel uncomfortable when you talk."

bass!

Little Jack put the knife to Nick's neck, forcing him to take a sip.

Soon, the three elves smoked the mint tobacco prepared by the white witch doctor, and they really calmed down a lot, stopped trembling, and spoke boldly. They answer every question, allowing Lang to learn a lot of information.

The number of "house elves" in Hogwarts exceeds 10,000, and the annual loss rate is about 1/10. Today, there are about 2,000 senior veteran elves, 6,000 active elves, and 2,000 intern elves.

Specifically, the active elves have received a full set of training to serve all teachers and students in the school. They are not seen in the castle on weekdays, but they can be found everywhere. Cleaning classrooms, washing clothes, raising animals, cultivating farmland, serving potions... are all done by them.

The so-called trainee elves are amateurs with sound hands and feet, bought by the school from various "house elf breeding bases" in Europe. The active elves, according to the work items they are responsible for, have undergone transformation at Ravenclaw College, becoming more professional and efficient elves.

I am an old-fashioned elf with more than 7 years of working experience. I am familiar with all aspects of the school and have a certain management ability.

After some cross-examination, Lang determined that the "house elf industry" was very popular all over the world, and they were not difficult to reproduce like the original book, and they only served the nobles.

On the contrary, today's 'elf' production is gratifying, and there is demand from all major magic schools. Those wizarding families, modern human families who work closely with wizards, order this smart pet (labor).

The elves at Hogwarts belong to Hufflepuff's assets, and about 80% of them work in the kitchen. But they are also Ravenclaw's favorite consumables.

After all, there are so many dangerous advanced topics, so we can't just use lower grade students for experiments, right? Under the protection of the death indicator, there are still elves trying most of the dangerous experiments, so more than 1,000 of them are consumed every year.

It is worth mentioning that the status of the "house elves" in the new era is still underground, and they also have no spirit of resistance, accepting everything, and enjoying the life of being enslaved and ruled.

For those companions who died in the Ravenclaw laboratory, the elves generally believed that this was an honor, a great dedication, and a sacred return.

The pain of experimentation purified their sinful souls, and their own death added the foundation stone for great magical research. Although they are dead, their souls live with the new magical achievements! This is a kind of sublimation, just like the "fame in history" pursued by scholars in the Celestial Dynasty.

Although they are very afraid of pain, the elves in the kitchen are still proud of their own transformation and compare with each other. It has a cyberpunk flavor, whoever has a high degree of transformation will have a high status.

After researching the forgotten group of elves in Hogwarts, Bailang's biggest doubt: Why didn't such a great cow and horse be developed into a "magic biological weapon"?

However, he has found a solution to the lack of fuel in the Holy Grail system. Sacrifice the elf to charge the [Goblet of Fire], which not only replenished a lot of magic power, but also added soul and flesh and blood raw materials.

Understand [Goblet of Fire] as a pulverizer, what eats it is the little elf, and spews out the 'heroic spirit'! This thing is cost-effective, with a high conversion rate and a wide range of sources. It can even be bought in large quantities, sacrificed, created more "Heroic Spirits", and even popularized to every little wizard.

Bailang has already thought about the specific gameplay, using his own [third method], using the whiteboard 'hero-elf' as the initial pet, downloading the corresponding 'digital recipe' from the Slytherin school magic net to select attributes and skills , and finally evolved with Hufflepuff's gourmet cell system... a heroic spirit cultivation game.

Harry yelled, "Dobby, use Cruciatus! Use Exodus! Use Avada Kedavra!"

Ron roared: "Banban stand up! Let the spring cry!"