A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

The courtyard was quite large and looked uncared for. Assuming that the villa was also like this, Unieff held his mouth and nose silently so as not to choke on the accumulated dust.

But when the wizard, who assumed the name of Cruise, used his wand to open the originally luxurious but mottled door, there was no imaginary dust flying out of it, but rather fresh air.

A scrawny old house-elf stood there respectfully, apparently waiting for orders.

It is worth mentioning that its clothes are not as ragged as the general elf. Although it is not gorgeous, it is at least decent, and it looks like a short brown butler.

"Oh, great host, welcome back." It bent, perfect etiquette.

But it had already caught a glimpse of Univer, and there was a hint of surprise in those long and narrow Kazlan eyes, probably not expecting that its owner would bring a baby back.

However, Cruise just stood silently, and Yunevo felt that his vitality suddenly declined to an extreme. His qi was weak like a hairspring. Yunevo couldn't help worrying about whether he would fall, knowing that he was still caught in his arm. Underneath, it is easy to be affected by the pond fish.

But Cruise was still standing relatively steady, not swaying, not even loosening the arm holding Uniono much, the old house-elf came over, carefully pulled Uniono aside, and immediately let go Help Cruise sit on a green-brown sofa chair.

Eugene saw that Cruise had completely closed his eyes, and if he hadn't been breathing for a while, he could see the tiny quivering of his nose, and it was easy to think that he had died suddenly.

He suddenly understood that Cruise's words were probably talking to himself on the way. He insisted on returning to this manor only by believing that his will is the power that can decide everything and that he can overcome exhaustion and life and death.

The elderly house-elf fetched a basin of hot water from somewhere, soaked the white fluffy towel, wringed it dry, and put it on Cruise's forehead.

It also fetched a bottle of amber potion and placed it on the table opposite Cruise, but did not feed it to Cruise, and it may not have this authority.

Generally speaking, it is not surprised by Cruise's state, which shows that this situation is not once or twice.

After taking care of Cruise's side, the old elf had time to take care of Unieff.

It nodded and thought for a moment, then took out a jug of milk, heated it, and fed it with a very thin golden spoon.

Of course, Unieff did not choose, and he did not reject anyone who came.

If it weren't for the fact that the vocal cords of this body had not yet fully developed, the words he said had turned into rumblings, he would have wanted to ask what the specific situation was now.

However, he actually knew the name of the house elf. When it was feeding the milk, he briefly introduced himself and said his name was Lulu.

Lu Lu takes care of the manor and serves the great master, but it seems that the master may be one step ahead of it, in that case, Lu Lu will have no family. It says so, but don't worry now, because a little master has appeared.

Unieff didn't know why Lu Lu was so quick to decide that he would become the little master of this manor, knowing that Cruise had already lay down without saying a word after entering the door.

Is it because of house-elf instincts?

Or did Cruise have already explained it?

But in a word, it was really fortunate that the infant Unieff had a temporary shelter in this unknown piece of history, and was able to avoid the wind, snow and hunger and cold.

Lulu found another basket, put a soft blanket on it, put Unieff in it, and disappeared from sight.

But it was supposed to be in the courtyard, and I knew it from the noise outside.

There were also howling wolves, and the remaining dozen or so snow wolves had been following along. I don't know what the plan was, but at present, Lu Lu should be able to deal with them.

When he had nothing to do, Unieff began to look at the layout and furnishings of the villa. The walls were elegantly decorated with paintings and wooden boards. The windows were Gothic stained glass windows inlaid with glass of different colors. The ground was covered with a thick layer of glass. A thick Persian rug, with a golden chandelier hanging from the top.

Prosperity, wealth, elegance, luxury.

It will give such a deep impression.

Cruise is probably from a famous family in the magic world.

It's just, why does such a person take the task of killing dark wizards as his own responsibility? Could it be that he has relatives or family members who have been persecuted by dark wizards?

Just thinking about it for now.

But he probably killed a lot of people himself, no, it should be said that a lot of people.

The disintegration of the soul on his face, without the smell of curse, is more like a manifestation from the inside out.

And this kind of performance should be the split of the soul caused by too many murders.

And his strange magic that killed half of the snow wolves was like a living green demon.

I feel like I have suddenly fallen into the hands of a great villain, Yunefu thought.

Moreover, this great villain also said that he would teach him the cruelest magic in order to inherit his killing karma.

At this time, the big villain was lying on the sofa sleepily snoring.

...

About two hours later, Unieff in the basket heard a sound.

Looking sideways, he saw Cruise opened his eyes.

His eyes were not fully open, and he looked depressed and gloomy.

He picked up the bottle of amber potion on the table, unscrewed the cork, and poured the potion into his mouth with a bang.

Gollum, gollum.

Drink it in one go.

A hint of ruddy flashed across his face, and he looked better.

But it should be a cure for the symptoms rather than the root cause, and his soul did not close a little bit because of this.

How long will he live?

"How long can I live?" he asked himself, and then gave the answer, "If I don't kill people, maybe I can live a little longer."

He was very clear.

He looked over.

"You have to learn faster." He sent expectations.

It sounded like he was rushing to die.

Eugene closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

I don't know anything yet~www.wuxiaspot.com~Ten years later.

In the process of growing up, ten years have easily passed.

Unieff once again revisited the whole change of the body from weak to strong.

Combined with the experience of watching Gabrielle shape the body, his understanding of the body went even further.

It also allows him to ease the exhaustion and pain of the ten years of rigorous training.

Of course, Cruise isn't dead either.

Although weak like a candle in the wind, it seems that it may go out at any time, and there are several times in the middle of the danger of falling into silence, but it seems that there is a nail driving him to the wall, making him unable to fall.

He attributes the cause to will, and is convinced that it is this will that saves him from dying unconsciously in his sleep.

But in Unieff's view, there is certainly an element of will, but more because he hasn't killed anyone in the past ten years.