All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 171 My badge is vibrating!

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"Help! Open the door!"

Melina opened the door for the three people who had escaped from the vampire castle and were panicking. She noticed that a piece of the green paint on the door panel was chipped off. The person who called for help smashed the door very hard.

Andre took the lead and got into the tavern, Xueni quickly closed the door, and Elder bowed to the surroundings.

"Sorry sorry, we came uninvited."

They looked around and saw that the furnishings of the tavern were full of comfort. The tables, chairs and benches were all chubby and covered with plaid tablecloths. The candles are bright, the fireplace is burning, and the air is filled with the scent of bacon and liqueur. The waitress and bartender are both extremely beautiful, and the guests are strange and strange. They don't look like members of modern society, but seem to have just returned from fantasy. Back from the set of the show.

The atmosphere in the tavern was lively and lively, and everyone did not show any surprise because someone broke into it.

Andre stared gapingly at the dwarves, halflings, elves, and old Gandalf-like wizards among the guests—not one, but two.

His gaze aroused dissatisfaction from the dwarf warrior.

"What are you looking at?" The chubby Bomb stared at Andre. What he spoke was standard English. This tavern has a built-in translation function, so people from other worlds can communicate without any problems.

Andre quickly laughed, turned to his companion and said, "Elder, something is wrong here. I saw Gandalf, we must have broken into another world, right? It's like The Chronicles of Narnia .”

Elder did not answer, but shouted in surprise: "Professor Dumbledore! Mercy Merlin, why are you here?"

Dumbledore asked uncertainly: "Elder? Elder Walpple?"

"It's me who is right!" Elder cordially stepped forward to shake hands with Dumbledore. When he was studying at Hogwarts, the Potions Professor was still Slughorn. "This is mine. My friend Xue Ni is a vampire, and this is Andre, a demon hunter."

There was a murmur of laughter all around.A Polish man at the counter said with a smile, "Witcher? The protagonist of my work is a witcher."

Elder turned his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes widened when he saw this man, "Andrei! Why are you here?" His expression was not happy, but frightened.

The missing Polish writer laughed, "It's a long story, Elder, I met this tavern in the courtyard of the castle. At that time, I seemed to have touched the magic, and the sky became scarlet, and everywhere A bat as big as a cloud came after me, and just as I was about to die, I bumped into a door, the lovely little door that leads into this tavern."

Andrei watched the Pole eat bacon and drink wine in peace.He recalled his companion who was impaled in the old castle, and unspeakable anger suddenly surged up, "Hey! You bastard! Because of you, fifteen good boys left their lives in that damned old castle! "

"What did you say? Who are you?"

"I was sent by the Human League to rescue you."

"But I have only entered the castle for less than half an hour. How could anyone come to save me?" The Polish writer was confused.

"lie!"

"Who are you, bastard?" Andrzej was very angry, and began to utter the kind greetings from his hometown.

Andre returned the greeting sweetly. The atmosphere on both sides was heated, and they were about to kiss each other's cheeks with their fists.

"Do you remember what day it is today?" Elder asked suddenly.

"It's the 16th." Andrzej replied in his busy schedule.

"No, today is already Christmas."

In the hustle and bustle of drinking and drinking in the tavern, Andre and the other two fell silent. The missing Pole was a little flustered, "You mean, nine days have passed outside?"

"You've been missing for nine days." Andre was also confused, "Don't you remember anything?"

Elder gently pulled Andre's arm and shook his head slightly at him.

"What's wrong?" Andre made a gesture.

"He's dead. It's true. I've seen his corpse." The British wizard whispered in his ear, "This Andrzej is a ghost."

"What?!" Andre looked around with hair all over his body, "Isn't this a haunted tavern?"

"Professor Dumbledore is alive and well. Don't worry." Elder reassured the Muggle, "This place is a bit strange, but there is no danger."

Bloody Ni went to the window and looked out, and soon came back to tell them, "My cousins ​​have left. They can't find this tavern."

Andre's conscience was troubled, "Are they going back to the castle now? Are all my companions going to suffer?"

"That's right." Xue Ni was very calm, "They will be sucked dry. The vampires living in Carpathia have always had a tradition of herding. They usually don't eat outsiders, but cultivate voluntary servants, generation after generation. Inheritance. But for intruders, never show mercy."

The Polish writer came up and said, "Tell me more about your tribe's story. I plan to create a vampire tribe in the novel, but I have never had a good inspiration."

"You got into trouble just because you were looking for some creative inspiration." Elder was helpless. "As a colleague, I understand your thoughts very well, but you, an ordinary person, know that vampires have bad intentions, why do you want to Are you still going to take risks?"

"I thought vampires were civilized now. At least Xueni is very reasonable."

"You asked questions in the village and made the vampires lurking among the villagers feel threatened, so they lured you up the mountain. Andrzej, from now on... Oh, forget it."

Andre was still aggrieved, "Just to write your lousy book, I killed people."

"What is a broken book? Everything I wrote is true. The world in the book is real."

"Just kidding, the Hobbit is real if you say so. How come I never saw Bilbo Baggins?"

A drunk halfling among the guests in the tavern heard the call and responded: "Who called me? Master Bilbo is here."

Andre was stunned, "You are Bilbo, what about Gandalf?"

An old man chuckled, "Gandalf is here."

"Thorin Oakenshield?"

A dwarf king said with grace and dignity, "Common man, why do you call the king under the mountain?"

Andre was anxious, "How do you prove yourself?"

Everyone ignored him and turned around to talk about their own things.

The Polish smiled, "It's not a coincidence that you came here. Tol King Kong left not long ago. He said that he is Iluvita. I want to create a world, and then go there to be the god of creation. Hehe."

"The novels are all fiction!"

"Life is inherently false, young man." The Polish writer told Andre the story of a demon hunter named Geralt. "This is a novel I created. If I am lucky enough to go to that world , I also want to be a demon hunter.”

Andre's cheeks flushed, "Wizards are real, vampires are real, novels are real, God, let me, a fake witcher, become real, too? I want to avenge my friends!"

"No problem." A young man came to the counter to join the conversation. He was dressed in a normal way and didn't have any impressive temperament, but his tone of voice was positive and affirmative, "The restaurant will provide customers with three A glass of wine, there are three of you, so each has a glass."

He said to the counter: "Marika, please, a glass of lime vodka."

Andre took the glass blankly.

"Drink it, drink it up. Take this writer's last wish, go kill vampires, and create a legend."

Andre drank this glass of wine. The wine was slightly sour and spicy, as clear as a dream.

When he opened his eyes again, a demon hunter's armor appeared on his body, two long swords behind his back, his eyes were like amber, and the pendant on his chest trembled slightly.

"My badge is vibrating. There must be a sorceress nearby...ah, there must be something abnormal." Andre lightly touched his hair and combed the messy hair to the top of his head as if it were coated with hair gel. His expression was very capable and his eyes were cold. , "I want to go back to the castle and kill those vampires. Who will be with me?"