Hogwarts Everything is Three

After being released from the soul jewel, Ai Utelfo froze for a moment, and Allen sat back on the chair and told him roughly about his current situation and the origin of his grandfather.

Ai Uthail Buddha touched his face with his hand, and the sense of touch that came made him wonder if he was really dead. Although he had been mentally prepared for this a long time ago, he was told clearly that he was Has died, and has become a state of soul, and after death, people do not go to see their own gods or fall into hell, but are turned into a portrait by a wizard and continue to exist in this world, which makes He felt incredible.

Thinking of a possibility, he couldn't wait to ask Allen: "Can I still see my wife and children?"

"I'm sorry, your wife and children are not wizards. I don't think I have a chance to enter Hogwarts. I will leave soon and I don't have time to reunite you." Allen saw through his thoughts and did not wait for Aiwu Taylor Buddha asked and continued, "You can't become a ghost, but if you just try to appear in the mortal world in the form of a soul, rather than in a painting, you will soon be sucked away by the underworld. In that case... Guar’s understandable way is that your current memories and emotions don’t exist anymore."

"They are not wizards." Ai Uthail Buddha replied sadly and surely. His eyes were filled with sorrow and confusion. He would never see his wife and children again. They didn't know what kind of life they would lead. At least Duke William was very harsh on his opponents, but he was killed on this battlefield. His knight family is much better than other nobles, and his son can at least inherit his knight noble when he grows up...

However, in the long years that followed, only endless cares and thoughts accompanied me.

Uthail Buddha sighed. That's okay. Even if he meets, it is obvious that the wizard will not leave his portrait to his wife and children. Otherwise, if he knows his state and cannot meet at any time, it will only increase sadness. Hope that with the passage of time, they will not be immersed in the grief of losing themselves.

The red-haired knight reacted in a daze for a long time, and he thanked Allen. Although he didn't understand these things, at least he understood that his current situation was better than going to another world after dying.

Afterwards, Ai Utelfoy followed the method Allen told him and entered his body on the scroll.

After carefully looking at the tree house in front of him for a moment, Ai Utelfo opened the round door that was almost flowing green, and walked into the round, warmly decorated room. He looked at the surrounding furnishings curiously. It was a low-roofed room with a hint of earthy fragrance, like a tunnel-like tubular hall, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with wooden boards. The floor is covered with tiles and carpets, there are bright tables and chairs in the room, and many coat hooks are nailed around to receive the guests who visit. Through the round windows, you can see the swaying grass and dandelions outside, as well as the scene in the distant office. There are bright and clean copper decorations in many places, and there are many plants hanging from the ceiling or placed on the windowsill.

All the rooms on both sides of the corridor are kept on the same horizontal line. The wooden door on the right is closed tightly, and the cooking inside can be heard on the left. After a dazzling glance, I found that the wine cellar, food storage room and kitchen are integrated. In the room, the copper lamp on the wall emits a warm light, which is warm and quiet. There is no one on the chairs in two colors of yellow and black. It seems that this tavern has only his own guest. At this time, a benevolent plump red Ms. Hair looked at him from behind the bar with a gentle smile.

This is the owner of the tavern, Helga Hufflepuff. She greeted Ai Utel Buddha kindly, "Welcome you knight, what would you like to eat? You came a bit early, no one at this time Will come to visit."

The red-haired knight who still didn’t understand how he stopped by in the portrait noticed that the female shopkeeper was speaking with a Welsh accent from his family’s hometown: "I don’t have any money." Then, he reflexively said, Ai Utelle Buddha looked embarrassed, and he thought of his I don’t have any money on my body, where can I have money to eat...

Helga Hufflepuff looked at his red hair and facial features, and asked softly: "Then you can sing poetry? If so, you can sing as a meal."

"Of course, everyone in my family can sing. Before me, my ancestors were all court poets of the Grand Duke of Norman." Eau Telefo’s vicissitudes of war baptized cheeks showed nostalgia. There was no war. What a happy period of peace and tranquility.

Thinking about his career as a court poet before becoming a knight, Ai Uthailer could not help but feel a little annoyed. If he didn't do a day dream of being a knight, it would be fine.

"That's great." Helga tilted his head and asked Eu Tai Le Buddha to find a place to sit down at will, walked back to the back kitchen, and Ai Wu Tai Le Buddha sat down on the sofa obediently, thinking about himself blankly. Of mind.

When Hufflepuff came out again, Eutai Lefo glanced casually at the food she brought over, and this glance made him focus dazedly~www.ltnovel.com~ the appearance of this food-fruits and oats The mixture of porridge, so familiar...

He couldn't wait to pick up a small silver spoon, scooped a piece and put it in his mouth. This taste... He squinted his eyes and carefully felt the familiar feeling on the buds. This is something only his family knows the taste of the formula. pudding! Thinking of the wizard who seemed to have nothing to hide in front of him, he attributed all this to magic.

Ai Utel Buddha chewed bit by bit, the warm pudding slipped into his stomach. The familiar taste and familiar temperature seemed to heal the wounds caused by the war, the pain caused by death, and alleviate him. His infinite miss and attachment to his family.

After eating up all the puddings, he half-lied on the sofa motionless. The beautiful scenes that used to get along with his family were drawn from her heart and the corners of his mouth could not help but be upturned. He felt very warm. The feeling of being warm and wrapped in happiness, this is the taste of home...

After a long time, Euthelfo, who was relaxed and seemed to be alive again, stood up and said, "Thank you for your hospitality. Let me sing for you my favorite Irish folk song "In Memories", which is a biography of my ancestors. We will sing the traditional songs that come down at Christmas."

"Okay, okay," Hufflepuff directed a lute in the tavern to fly towards Ai Utelfo. "There was also a poet who left me with a lute when he left. Qin, you can use it."

Ai Utel Buddha hugged the piano and played a short piece of music. After adjusting the tone of the piano, he half-squinted his head sideways, as if he was immersed in beautiful memories, singing affectionately: "You call The white smoke is slowly taking on the wind at this moment, disappearing into the floating clouds in the sky little by little..."