Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"The flowers bloom in spring for 1456. On June 6, I see Gu Xiu, spring for 69. It's so uncomfortable to pack it like this. I can't open my mouth, I can't keep up with you. Do you think it's uncomfortable..."

In the living room, Wang Xuebin sang the representative work of China's No. 1 female repper, Zhao Lirong, and Zhao, while placing snacks such as fruit snacks on the coffee table.

Looking at the whole table of colorful snacks, Wang Xuebin nodded with satisfaction and turned to the stairs to change his clothes.

He originally planned to make a few snacks, but he didn't expect that he was addicted to making this thing, so he made a lot of them if he was not careful.

But it's good that the rest is stored in the storage space. It can save a lot of trouble when you want to eat it when you want to eat it.

To be honest, most of the food in his space has been saved like this.

From carefully stewed stock to salty, fragrant and delicious braised pork, he hasn't bought cooked food or semi-finished products outside for a long time!

But this is also good. The things he made are much better than those sold on the market. Not only are the skills better, but the ingredients are also the best products in the world.

Not to mention anything else, his annual expenses on food and drink alone are enough for an ordinary family of three to live a life of wealth.

There is no way, having money is so tough!

"Tango'er just walks around, walks around, walks around in three steps, turns around two steps, walks around in five steps, waves around in six steps, and then you walk around again..."

Wang Xuebin stepped on his feet and hummed a song. He changed into a loose home T-shirt and put on a dress customized in the tufan garment store.

To be honest, he attached great importance to Dumbledore's visit, not only because the other party was the most powerful wizard in the Harry Potter world, but also because of the filters of childhood.

Although Dumbledore's reputation is not so beautiful among a series of fan novels, Wang Xuebin is still looking forward to it when he really wants to meet.

‘Dingling!’

The crisp doorbell sounded echoing in the attic. On the stairs, Wang Xuebin, who heard the ringtone, quickly took three steps and two steps?

Just as I was about to open the door, I found that the door was not locked just now for breathing? Then I looked up and saw two familiar figures coming to the door of the attic, without saying much? It was Professor Minerva McGonagall and the famous Albus Dumbledore!

"Hello, Mr. Gu Yi!"

Outside the door? Dumbledore, wearing a purple double-breasted robe embroidered with an unknown golden magical text? He was looking at Wang Xuebin in a dress with his faint blue eyes through his quaint half-moon glasses, with curiosity in his eyes.

"Is this the principal of our Hogwarts? Professor Dumbledore..."

Next to Dumbledore? Professor McGonagall, wearing a somewhat old-fashioned gem green wizard robe, politely introduced.

But neither Wang Xuebin nor Dumbledore cared about Professor McGonagall's understanding, but looked at each other's background with his own eyes.

Well... I've confirmed my eyes? They are all the same people...

Just looking at each other roughly, Wang Xuebin and Dumbledore smelled a familiar smell from each other? It was Lao Yin... It was the smell of foresight...

"Well, hello Mr. Gu Yi? The little song you sang is very interesting? Is it a customary tune in the Chinese wizarding world?"

Dumbledore used his deep but not turbid eyes? He looked at Wang Xuebin's crystal clear eyes curiously, and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

At the door, Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, showed a warm smile, reached out to the room, and laughed softly:

"No, it's not, our country has not signed the wizard secrets law, nor is there any so-called wizarding world. We only distinguish between possessive and proletarian, and do not care about pure-blood mixed races.

The song I sang is the masterpiece of our China's No. 1 female repper, but unfortunately, she doesn't seem to understand magic...

Do you two want to... come in and chat first?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore's sudden expression was revealed, he patted his head apologetically and smiled embarrassedly.

"Oh, I'm rude. Sorry, Mr. Gu Yi!"

As he said, Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, smiling and said:

"Music, but something more charming than anything we do, what do you think?"

As he said that, he turned around and glanced at Professor McGonagall who was a little confused, smiled again, followed Wang Xuebin's guidance and walked into the attic.

At the door, Professor McGonagall looked at the two men who seemed to have reached some tacit understanding. He shook his head helplessly, followed Professor Dumbledore and walked into the house that once defeated her.

With a "bang", the thick wooden door closed again, blocking the bitter cold wind outside the door. It was just an ordinary wooden door, which divided the inside and outside the house into two worlds...

......

"Black tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Or something else?"

In the room, Wang Xuebin was holding a tray with several different drinks on it. Looking at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall who were looking at the layout and decoration of the room, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"Well, I'm still black tea, just clear tea!"

On the soft sofa, Professor McGonagall saw Dumbledore looking at the stacks of professional magazines next to the sofa, and in order to avoid being rude, he started to answer first and quietly touched Professor Dumbledore who was tragic with his legs.

"Professor Dumbledore, do you want to have some black tea too?"

"Oh! No need..."

Dumbledore, who seemed to have just come to his senses, smiled apologetically at Wang Xuebin again, nodded politely, and said softly:

"Just give me a cup of coffee, by the way, add three times the sugar..."

Dumbledore said, looking at Wang Xuebin, raised his gray eyebrows, and said with emotion:

"You can see from these piles of books that you must be a person who loves reading!"

"read?"

Wang Xuebin brought the tray to the coffee table, poured a drink for Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, and gave himself a cup of hot chocolate, and replied casually:

"It's okay, the most direct way to understand the crystallization of civilization and wisdom is to read books? It's just a tool!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore nodded in approval, looked at Wang Xuebin and said with relief:

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