All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

The rain outside hasn't stopped yet, and Stan is eating spicy potatoes in the corner of the hall.

really tasty.

Wash the potatoes with skin first, steam them thoroughly and let them cool down. After the starch solidifies, cut them into pieces and deep-fry them in olive oil until they are crispy and golden on the outside. While they are hot, they are coated with a layer of mixed spice powder, including oregano, chili and pepper. , served in a wooden serving bowl, sprinkled with some salt frosting, and served with a sprig of rosemary.

The fried potatoes taste meaty when chewed, and the smell of spices is tangy. A spicy breath rushes down the throat, and a faint refreshing aroma comes up. The tongue is numb and trembles. This impulsive and passionate aroma fills the mouth and nose. I take a big sip of bubbles. The dense ale is so refreshing that a thin stream of sweat breaks out all over the body. My fingers were greasy from eating, and my wine glass was full of fingerprints. I couldn't stop at all, until I suddenly put down the wine glass, waited for a while, and let out a hearty burp.

"Hiccup~"

Stan sucks his finger and looks around the hall.

A group of wizards and soldiers from Sel are staying in the corner. They have all been transformed into undead creatures and do not need food or drink.

A wet female elk paced back and forth in the middle of the hall, raindrops dripping all over the floor. Halfling cook Tao Na grabbed a rag and tried to wipe the deer's body. Several starlings stood on its back, staring at everyone intelligently.

The bard Edkin Davis was scribbling on a piece of paper with a fine charcoal pen. This man seemed to be just an ordinary poet, but he was actually a member of the Harpers.

The Harper League is an ancient and huge justice organization. Their members are scattered all over Faerun, and they have prevented evil from invading the land many times.The harpers are always hidden and hide carefully, and it is difficult for outsiders to detect their existence.

Stan knew all about this, because Edkin had tried to recruit him, but Stan refused because he was a free-spirited bard.

The guests of the inn come and go. There are not many guests staying at this time. Stan knows every one of them. Among them are mercenaries, adventurers, travelers, and businessmen. They are all trapped here by the heavy rain. .

At the beginning, everyone was friendly and gathered in the lobby to eat and dance together every day.Unexpectedly, the rain has not stopped. I don't know when, no one dances in the hall.

A dwarf guard brought a tray full of bread, stew and wine from the kitchen. He gave Stan a wary look and jumped back to the room upstairs on his short legs.

This dwarf is called Barenda Horn, and he is the bodyguard and nephew of the wealthy dwarf businessman Joein Horn. They stayed at the Dalu Inn for less than half a month. No one knew their origins or their destination. All I know is that the uncle and nephew are very rich, and they pay with rough gold particles. They probably have a mine at home.

"How long will this rain stop? It's terrible." A young traveler stood behind a broken window looking at the continuous rain, cursing in a low voice.Stan knew he was going to spend the savings in his pocket.

The innkeeper, Mr. Jamal, provides less encouraging news - the food in the cellar is about to run out, and the price of subsequent meals will be appropriately increased, while the working meals for employees will also be reduced.

Several adventurers complained, and then turned their attention to the elk pacing in the hall.

This morning, the stupid deer broke through the window by itself and got in.What a meal delivered to your door.

The adventurers took up weapons and surrounded them.

The elk retreated warily to the hearth.

The bard Edkin said: "Guys, how about we not rush into it now and use it as a reserve food?"

"It is now slaughtered and made into bacon, which is also a reserve grain." A human adventurer took out a bow and arrow to aim.

Adkin shook his head, having nothing more to say. Stan sighed softly: "In order to avoid the rain, I ran to dangerous places, elk, elk."

An arrow flew out from the adventurer's long bow. The elk suddenly stood up and turned into a female elf with an outstanding appearance. She raised her hand to grab the arrow and broke it easily.

The inn hall was silent for a while.

boom!

The door was pushed open, and the cold wind came in with heavy raindrops.

Everyone turned to look, and a man in white robes holding a scepter walked in slowly. A fresh succubus head hung on his waist, with a painful and ferocious expression. Behind him was a man in robes who exuded an unknown air-conditioning. He was completely trapped. Tie up and follow suit.

The road is no longer walkable. I didn't expect that there would be travelers staying overnight at this time. Everyone found it unexpected.

Some people wanted to ask about the condition of the road ahead, but were frightened by the terrifying attire of the warlock and did not dare to ask.

Linde walked in and looked around. A bolt of lightning tore through the sky behind him, casting a long and narrow shadow onto the ground.

"Close the door!" Chef Tao Na came over with short legs and closed the door of the inn. The people in the hall were still a little uneasy, as if something had sneaked into the inn.

Feng Yu was not the only one who came with the man in white robe.

"Lin!" Stan laughed loudly and rushed over to give him a hug. "I'm waiting to die. Why are you so slow?"

"Thank you for the rain, otherwise I would have been slower. The summer nights in the North are short enough." Lind hugged back, and he explained to Stan, "Mia is dead, and I need a big diamond." Resurrect her."

"It's really troublesome. Otherwise, if you try to use [Prayer], Ao Ou will definitely be willing to help."

"Ha, that's so boring." The magician shrugged and sat down at the counter. Tao Na came over to recommend food and drinks.

"Then let's have a spicy potato, a pepper stew, a chowder, and half a pound of white bread," said Lind. "As for the wine, half a gallon of kumiss. My friend will pay for it."

A fresh spicy potato was served on the table, and two large glasses of kumiss were placed aside. Before all the dishes were ready, Linde was ready to enjoy this signature delicacy.

The wizards from Sel came up quietly, their costumes concealed their heads and tails, and they did not reveal their origins, so as not to arouse public anger.After all, the reputation of the red-robed wizard is such that everyone shouts and beats him.

The bard Edkin secretly grasped the neck of the family lute and could swing it to attack at any time, but his movements were more like running away. Elven druids watch the conflict. Everyone else looked like they were watching the show.

Linde picked up a piece of fried potato, sniffed it gently, touched the surface with the tip of his tongue, and showed the same surprised expression as O'Neal, "It's a very good spice."

He ate his snacks easily, as if he had no idea about the cold sword behind him or the unspoken spell. Stan next to him also turned a blind eye and kept chatting.

The red-robed wizard's gaze was fixed on the silver scepter, which was leaning against the table like this, and seemed to be able to fly over just by waving.

"Have you ever seen a group of people?" The red-robed wizard asked Linde in a low voice, "They are wearing red robes."

"I've seen them. They're dead. I killed them."

The Ser's face was gloomy.