The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Rolf thought that this should be the selection of the mission line, which really triggered the in-depth plot of the corresponding NPC.

"Actually, I haven't thought about the plot yet. I just heard a legend and wanted to come over and find inspiration on the spot..." The old man drank a sip of tea without hesitation.

Malfoy quickly asked, "What legend?"

The old man put down his teacup and said slowly: "Legendly, in the Middle Ages, this place was just an ordinary village.

Because the Black Death is rampant, people believe that everything related to evil magic is the first to be the source of this terrifying disease, which is the witch, but the ones who are actually killed are actually innocent girls…”

The three of them looked at each other in a glance.

Witch?

What a coincidence, they have seen it.

Not only have I seen it, but I have also been "warmly entertained"...

But...we chose not to couples? What are you going to do when you tell us the story of witches?

"In this village, there is such a girl who was reported to her as a witch. Soon, the villagers stole her..."

"But after that, evil spirits began to appear in the village. The villagers died, the wounded, and those who survived by chance moved away quickly..."

"Over time, the village was abandoned, and later the nobles who owned this land had some idea that they had to build a castle here. The castle was completed and the nobles moved in. From then on, the whole family had no peace..."

"And then it's today," the old man breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was a little tired, but his eyes were still filled with the eager light that was unique to the writer. "Although the castle has become a hotel, it is said that the evil spirit is still in the castle.

Inside, he can't linger."

The three of them were a little surprised when they heard this. Isn’t this the oil painting that chose the task line? Why did the story return to its original starting point?

"Are you talking about that oil painting?" Malfoy asked uncertainly.

"What oil painting?" The old man was stunned after hearing this. Did the incident still record the past?

After Malfoy looked at the two teammates, he saw that they had no warning expressions and told him honestly:

"We saw an oil painting in other rooms before. It seemed to be one of the several rooms next door. It was a witch's execution picture, and the walls of the room were full of burning traces."

The old man stood up excitedly: "Take me there and have a look!"

Malfoy was caught off guard after hearing this: “Ah?”

Shouldn’t he give them a guide? What kind of god is the level-breaker leading the NPC?

There was no way, they began to look for the first room again (mainly Malfoy couldn't get away from the old man's hand).

The old man, who had always been very at ease, immediately walked forward excitedly after seeing the painting they were talking about. The crutch held in one hand made a quick and frequent sound on the carpet, just like his anxious heart

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The old man stopped moving as soon as he stood in front of the oil painting, stared carefully and admired carefully.

The old man seemed to be stationary there, and time passed slowly, and the three of them stared at the old man's figure, wanting to get some information from his actions.

But what is left for them is a slightly vulgar back, etc., vulgar?

Just as the three of them realized, the old man's movements also stopped. He saw that there was an extra pipe in his hand. He said that after knocking the pipe on the painting a few times... It was a coincidence.

Several Martians fell on the oil painting.

The flames in the oil painting suddenly seemed to be alive, turning into a snake shadow and jumping out, litting the surrounding walls in an instant!

The temperature inside the house also rose instantly, and the heat wave became stronger and stronger, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Malfoy took a big step back: "What the hell?"

Rolf quickly summoned a water dragon, circled it in the room, and put out the just-burned flame.

The flames on the surrounding walls were completely wiped out under the ravage of water dragons, and the temperature in the house dropped sharply as the flames disappeared, which was really much more comfortable.

But at this moment, the oil painting changed again, and petals flew out of the canvas continuously. In an instant, the rain of flowers turned into flames and filled the entire room again.

The light blue petals fly in the fire, like butterflies. As they arrive, even the heat wave seems to fade a lot.

At this time, the execution picture of the witch in the oil painting suddenly turned into a light blue whirlpool!

In an instant, Rolf and the other two surrounded by flower rain in the house, they only felt their bodies suddenly soaring into the air. Before they could react, they had been swept into the oil painting by the huge suction force!

The noise is gone.

The flames were gone, the petals were gone, the walls were cold and charred, and the oil paintings were hanging all the way, and it was still the same picture of the witch's execution, as if nothing had happened.

The old man put his pipe back into his arms, continued to appreciate the painting with his hands behind his back, as if everything that just happened had nothing to do with him, and he had deep knowledge and fame.

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Medieval, European village.

As the sun sets, there is still a faint redness remaining in the sky.

The three partners had just been freed from the dizziness, either fast or slow, and they all got up one after another. They were all rural huts and villagers hurried by.

The three of them occupied the main road of the village, but the villagers passing by turned a blind eye to them. Everyone rushed in one direction, with some strange fanaticism on their faces.

At the end of the road not far away, there is a wide open space, like a small square, and now it is full of people.

There was a high cross in the middle, with a young girl tied to it, and the bottom was blocked by the onlookers. It was invisible, but I thought it was a pile of firewood.

The villagers had no reaction to them and could see them, but they would bypass them, just not chat with them, and would not take a look at them even if their outfits were incompatible with them.

The firewood under the punishment rack was still piled up, and the firewood transporters and those who piled up were all busy and sweating, but they were still full of energy.

The girl, who was about to face stolen, lowered her head lifelessly, and her long hair scattered over her face.

"It's different from oil paintings." Luna said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Rolf instantly understood Luna's meaning, "The fire has already burned in the painting."

"So, now is the time to push the oil painting scene forward a little? But what are we going to do now??" Malfoy asked uncertainly.

Luna and Rolf began to think, and the two began with the sad love letter, followed by the commission of the braided girl, the divination of the gypsy girl, and the legend provided by the old writer...

Wait, the Gypsy Witch once said, what kind of revenge of the evil spirit, is it the beginning of this painting? That evil spirit is the witch who was burned to death?

What do you want us to do? Do you want to save her?

"I think the evil spirit should be the girl on the torture rack. She was innocently killed and naturally wanted to seek revenge from the villagers." Luna spoke slowly and said a guess similar to Rolf.

Rolf looked at the tree not far away, where a couple were talking intimately, which was the object in the painting they chose.

"But there are so many villagers, can she take revenge?" Malfoy muttered.

"Maybe... it was the one who betrayed her?" Rolf said with a little excitement as if he had suddenly figured out something.

The puzzles they solved are obviously integrated. If you make a bold guess, the girl with a braid is most likely the reincarnation of the girl under the tree?

After she expressed her thoughts, Luna's eyes widened instantly, and she seemed to have thought of something: "So it was the boy who wrote the love letter to the girl with braids?"

"Yes," Rolf continued thinkingly nodded, "they betrayed the evil spirits together, but after reincarnation, they fell in love again. How could the evil spirits let them go?"

Malfoy still didn't understand and asked in a daze: "What do you mean by the substitute?"

Rolf sighed: "The boy was a girl's substitute and was always burned by the evil spirit's hell fire, so he could only communicate with the girl and could not show up, otherwise he would be discovered by the evil spirit and burned the wrong object...

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