Chapter 181 The Outrageous Story of Smaug

Returning to the tower, Tang Sen carefully searched the first floor.

If a witch wants to live on an isolated island for a long time, she will definitely store a large amount of daily necessities. However, a rough observation showed that there are only some ingredients in the vegetable basket next to the stove, which may only be enough for a day or two.

It can be speculated that the tower either has a basement specially used for storage, or the witch has other means.

Tang Sen did some divination and confirmed that there was no basement under the tower.

"That is to say——"

Tang Sen quickly found a leather suitcase. When he opened the box, he could see that it was dark inside, as if it was the entrance to a cellar.

"Traceless extension spell."

This is also one of the most convenient spells in the wizarding world. It can extend the space and accommodate more things in a seemingly small place.

This also confirmed Tang Sen's guess. After all, witches often mingle in Muggle society. Whether it is kidnapping Muggles or purchasing supplies, it is impossible to make a big splash. She is a wanted person by the Ministry of Magic in various countries.

The Traceless Extension Spell, which is equivalent to a low-end version of the portable space, is something that witches must have mastered.

A flame ignited in the space inside the box, and Tang Sen was finally able to see clearly the space inside.

Compared with the ridiculously large suitcase that Townsend remembered belonging to the magical zoologist Newt, the witch's suitcase was much smaller, with an area of ​​only a few square meters and a height of just over two meters.

This is normal. The Traceless Extension Curse is not a simple magic spell. The complexity of superimposing the Traceless Extension Curse in the space that has been extended increases exponentially. People who have not studied this spell deeply will not understand it at all. It's possible.

Relying on the medium of flame, Tang Sen jumped directly into the space inside the box. He could see a lot of daily necessities piled up in the corner.

The most common items are potatoes, bread, canned food and butter.

You can imagine that this is the main ingredient of the daily recipes of witches and little girls. Maybe fish from the sea.

Well, no one would expect a British witch to be a good cook, would they?

"There is a box with a traceless extension spell, so I can take away some of the information."

"Besides, there's enough space for the little girl to stay inside."

Tang Sen didn't want to be surrounded by a bottle of oil that could explode at any time, but because of Obscurus, he couldn't let the other person fend for himself. It would be too wasteful.

Carrying the box up to the third floor, Tang Sen looked at the bottles and cans on the shelves against the wall.

It is certain that almost all of the items soaked in it are limbs and organs related to magical animals.

"With my shepherd characteristics, these things should be able to be digested into extraordinary characteristics by me."

This idea came to Tang Sen's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

It was so disgusting. God knows how long the flesh and blood had been soaking in the jar. The taste must have been unpalatable.

Tang Sen still prefers to eat something fresh, preferably with excellent cooking skills. Tang Sen himself can't do anything about this. As a former social animal, takeout has been implemented in his daily life.

He thought his cooking skills were not much better than those of the witches from England.

Immediately, his eyes shifted to the orange snakes on the shelf.

They should have been cast under some kind of spell, preventing them from leaving the shelf, but from their size and appearance, Townsend was sure that these were also some kind of magical animals.

"Charcoal grilled. Or fried in butter."

With this thought in mind, Tang Sen went up to the fourth floor.

The little girl was sitting on her little pink bed holding her knees. Her eyes were still empty, but she seemed a little drowsy.

Smaug's voice continued to be heard outside the window.

"Facing the majestic and majestic richest man in Middle-earth, the king of Gondor lowered his head, expressed his willingness to dedicate the entire wealth of Gondor, and voluntarily gave up the king's palace as Smaug's temporary residence."

The corner of Tang Sen's mouth twitched, and he had to interrupt Smaug's increasingly outrageous thoughts.

"There has been no king in Gondor, not since you were born."

"Ahem." The dragon's golden eyes slightly retreated from the window: "I'm just telling some stories. The stories you know always need some beautification."

Tang Sen was too lazy to complain about this giant dragon who talked too much, and said directly: "Can your psychiatrist's ability work on this little guy? My consciousness is the part of hypnosis and psychological suggestion."

"Of course, of course." Smaug said quickly: "No one can resist my hypnosis. If I return to Middle-earth, I can make those dwarves regard me as the king under the mountain. I mean, although I originally Yes, but the dwarves are really good at craftsmanship.”

"only--"

It paused and said with some embarrassment: "There is a small problem that I can't communicate with her."

"Then from now on, I'm afraid you need to start learning." Tang Sen said: "It's just learning a language. It shouldn't be difficult for the smart Smaug, right?"

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Smaug was unusually silent.

The dragon is born with the ability to speak. Whether it is dragon language or the common language of Middle-earth, it is the genetic information flowing in its blood, including the ability to breathe and fight, which are the dragon's instincts.

It has never learned anything. To be precise, the word "learn" is foreign to the dragon.

"What?" Tang Sen raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to?"

"Of course Smaug is willing." The dragon said quickly: "But, I'm afraid it will take a long time. I don't think such a small thing is worth my efforts. I mean, it is worthy of the master's energy and attention."

"Don't question my decision, Smaug." Townsend said: "Also, I don't think I need to wait too long. You may have underestimated the audience's ability to access potions, which can allow you to learn something very quickly, especially language. "

Tang Sen looked at the little girl, who was obviously not interested in the conversation between Tang Sen and Smaug.

Tang Sen could tell that the other party must have thought this was just another trick of the witch, so he completely closed himself off.

He didn't try to explain clearly. On the one hand, the other party wouldn't believe it. On the other hand, this might not be a bad thing.

At least, if she regarded everything she experienced as a witch's means, she would not have irrational thoughts and stimulate the silent recovery in her body.

The girl noticed Tang Sen's gaze, silently climbed out of the bed, and then walked downstairs.

Tang Sen frowned and followed without saying a word. He saw the girl walking up to the body that was still lying on the ground and had begun to turn cold. Then she bent down and dragged it with difficulty.

"What are you doing?" Tang Sen asked.

The girl turned her head and glanced at Tang Sen and said, "Clean up."

Then he continued to drag the body, which was much heavier than him, bit by bit with his thin body, towards the bottom of the stairs.

The words he read in the diary flashed in Tang Sen's mind.

Obviously, this was not the first time the other party had done this. Under the careful cultivation of the witch, this person's concepts of death and morality had been completely distorted.

Tang Sen did not go to help, but said in the language of China:

"Smaug, watch her."

Then, he returned his attention to the snakes.

"With my current ability, I should have no problem dealing with a few snakes."

"But to be cautious, let's do some divination first."