Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

‘Squeak~’

At the entrance of the courtyard, Wang Xuebin picked up a wooden stick and carefully picked up the dead snake that had already rotted only the skin and bones, and poked open the simple wooden door.

In the courtyard, lush nettle flooded the paths where they entered and left. When they walked into the courtyard, several snakes emerged from somewhere, shaking their tails, and spitting out letters, threatening the two strangers entering their territory.

"Ha! I am worthy of being a descendant of the Snake Oukuo family. Look, this is almost a snake's nest!"

Wang Xuebin said, waving the wooden stick in his hand and lifted it hard. He swung a snake that was poisonous or not and was swept into the purple-shirt forest in the distance.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he looked up and saw a group of more than a dozen colorful snakes forming a group, swimming up the beams of the broken roof of the old house of Gunter.

In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard became a paradise for snakes.

Cobra, rattlesnake, viper, gold and silver ring snake...

All kinds of snakes that Wang Xuebin knew or did not know came out of every corner of the courtyard, standing upright, with a ferocious mouth, shaking at them, as if he was planning to give them a mouthful at any time.

This scene really made Wang Xuebin get goosebumps.

"this..."

Seeing this numbing scene, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but get up, turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, and asked in a low voice:

"...When you came before, was this what it looked like?"

Next to Wang Xuebin, Dumbledore's brows were also frowning tightly, his eyes staring at the scene in front of him, shook his head solemnly, and replied in a deep voice:

"No...not...although I didn't rashly enter the house a few days ago...but I can be sure that the place was definitely not so...'live'!"

"Hi...you really have a sense of humor!"

While complaining, Wang Xuebin took out the snake-removing powder from the space. This was what he used in the military world. I don’t know if it worked well in this world.

Wang Xuebin was busy, and Dumbledore was not idle either. He took out a tube of medicine from somewhere, opened the oak plug, stained it a little, and applied it to his wrist.

In an instant, a terrifying smell spread out.

"Wtf! What's this damn thing?"

Looking at the turbid potion in Dumbledore's hand, Wang Xuebin couldn't help it and even spit out dirty words.

It’s not that he is pretentious, it’s really that the taste is too disgusting, and it’s a hundred times more irritating than the tear gas he used to use!

The taste is like mixing durian, canned herring, devil peppers with white vinegar and inferior alcohol for three days and three nights, then put them in the biogas tank for fermentation for half a year, and it is very irritating.

The most important thing is that the smell seems to be greasy, greasy, and with a slutty face, Wang Xuebin, who was throwing snake-driving powder on the side, almost got fucked.

This is why he has adapted to his enhanced five senses over the years. If he had just strengthened the five senses, he would have fainted...

"What..."

Dumbledore shook the turbid potion in his hand calmly, and turned his head and smiled slightly.

In an instant, a pungent breath came over, causing Wang Xuebin to take two steps back, and his eyes were red.

Not only Wang Xuebin, but also the snake group in the courtyard. The moment Dumbledore took out the bottle of potion, he fled around frantically and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"This...dream~"

Seeing the snakes retreating, Wang Xuebin could no longer bear it. He lightly pressed his feet and appeared on the canopy a few meters away. He took out an oxygen mask and looked at Dumbledore with caution while breathing.

"...Well...This is a deportant made of dragon dung and thunderbird feces as the main materials.

It was given to me by a student who once had a unique talent in magical creatures. Looking at your performance, it was obviously very effective..."

"I... this is...ah..."

Looking at Dumbledore, Wang Xuebin didn't know what to say. Although it was not convenient for them to use magic at will not disturb Voldemort, they could not be so cruel...

Seeing Dumbledore in the courtyard, he put the potion back into his pocket as if nothing had happened, and patted it lightly twice.

Wang Xuebin couldn't help it. He was about to say something, but he suddenly felt a strong sense of threat. His eyes froze and flashed again. He appeared in the courtyard, holding an oxygen mask in one hand and looking at the tree canopy just now.

"This is..."

A python with a speed that was extremely inconsistent with its body shape, baring two long poisonous fangs, biting the canopy where Wang Xuebin was just now. His fierce posture seemed to have a deep hatred for blood.

"...Bys? And tooth?"

Looking around, a python that was more than four meters long, with a thin thigh, amber body, and black markings curled on the purple-shirted tree.

The python had a big bloody mouth, two rows of pointed fangs in its mouth, and two four-inch tubular poisonous fangs, which were extremely ferocious and obviously not an ordinary person.

“…Professor Dumbledore…”

Looking at the strange creature not far away, Wang Xuebin frowned tightly.

"...Please forgive me for being short-sighted... What I want to ask is... Is this kind of snake with teeth... a feature of your UK?

Or... it is a magical creature I have never seen before..."

"...She is not a snake..."

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his eyes flashed with nostalgia, and he looked at the creature on the canopy not far away.

"...I think...I know why it's so lively here..."

......

"Master, the news has been heard. Gu Yi and Dumbledore left Hogwarts in a group and disappeared. What is certain is that they did not go to the Ministry of Magic!"

In Malfoy Manor, Voldemort, wearing a light black robe, had a lit look when he heard the news, his eyes lit up, and his bright red lips grinned in a big curve, and he looked so ferocious on his blue-gray face.

"Hey hey hey... Ancient One... Dumbledore... Hahahaha..."

Voldemort heard the news and smiled wildly, with a blazing flame in his eyes. Behind him, a group of Death Eaters in uniform clothing and masks all lowered their heads.

"...my followers...before...the 'elites' of the Ministry of Magic sent their most powerful Aurors to carry out the beheading plan on me...the great Voldemort!"

Voldemort opened his arms and his face was so excited that he was a little twisted. The Death Eaters behind him all raised their heads and raised their right arm with uniform movements without making any abnormal noise.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort's expression became even more satisfied.

"...They failed...their elites all died in my hands...their courage also died in our hands!

Within a week, we received forty-six letters of surrender. You said...what should we do now?"

Voldemort's voice became more and more fanatical, and the Death Eaters under his command also shouted.

"Capt the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capt the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capt the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"good!"

Voldemort waved his hand and stopped shouting. Voldemort nodded with satisfaction and said slightly intoxicatedly:

“My servants!

Gather all our strength!

Follow me!

Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!”

"Capt the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capt the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

......

War always comes so unexpectedly...