Chapter 143

In the early morning, Ye Yu jumped out of bed, opened the window and breathed fresh air. He was full of energy.

"System, start stealing!"

A brilliant aperture emerged, and the leaf feather immediately reached in with his right hand.

Hogwarts School of magic, principal's office.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sitting on the soft sheepskin, with a pair of delicate tortoiseshell glasses on the high bridge of the nose.

The old hand is holding a feather pen, writing on the pale yellow parchment.

Shua Shua Shua!

A series of beautiful flower English appeared on parchment. For a long time, headmaster Dumbledore put down his quill pen, breathed and dried the ink on parchment.

"Professor McGonagall!"

Dumbledore shouted, and outside the principal's room came a tall, slightly emaciated old woman.

"Headmaster, has Harry Potter's invitation been written?"

Asked Professor McGonagall, looking at Dumbledore, who had put parchment in the envelope.

Dumbledore nodded and handed the envelope to McGonagall. "Send this invitation. It's time for our potter to go to school."

Professor McGonagall took the envelope and went out.

Over Hogwarts School of magic, an owl messenger flapped his wings and flew away.

All of a sudden, a brilliant aperture appeared in the mid air. A right hand stretched out, pinched the envelope in the owl's claw, and retracted the aperture.

The owl messenger circled in the air for several times, shaking his empty claws doubtfully, turning around and flying back to Hogwarts School of magic.

Albus Dumbledore saw Professor McGonagall off. He was sitting in his chair and thinking with his eyes closed. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall woke up when he pushed the door in.

"What's the matter, Professor McGonagall?"

"Headmaster, you'd better write another invitation. The one just lost." Professor McGonagall stood in front of Dumbledore's desk and said without expression.

"Lost?" Dumbledore asked a question doubtfully, then took up his pen and wrote a new one.

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/ > Ye Yu holds an envelope in his right hand and takes it back from the aperture.

"System, what is this?" Ye Yu looks at the envelope in his hand and asks the system.

"Drop! Congratulations to the host for stealing successfully, increasing the value of Avenue by 80 points. "

"Drop! Congratulations to the host for stealing the invitation letter of Hogwarts college. Do you want to extract spirituality? "

"Extract!"

Hum!

An invisible ripple spreads from the envelope on Yeyu's hand and envelops it.

"Drop! Congratulations to the host for his talent, shape shifting

"Shapeshift: with shapeshift, there's no need to squeeze the train!"

Looking at this new talent, Ye Yu laughs happily. It's the necessary skill for traveling!

Then try it?

Today is the opening day of the auction. Ye Yu thinks about his destination and stands there to turn around quickly.

PA!

After a crisp sound, the leaves have disappeared.

Outside the peak auction, Zhao Hao holds Li Xiaqing's waist and is disdainfully waiting for the start of the auction.

"I said that Qian Youwei, today is the day when your peak auction reopens. Hasn't your boss come yet?"

Today, Zhao Hao came here early, because Zhao Hao wanted to mock Ye Yu and Qian Youwei.

In Zhao Hao's view, the pinnacle auction of this auction is a joke. What are these things?

How many gold coins seem strange?

A fake pearl the size of a fist?

A messy guest carved by someone?

A bad book that nobody wants?

There is even a broken grass!

What looks most valuable is a wine glass.

Zhao Hao believed that no one would come to the auction.

So Zhao Hao arrived early to see Ye Yu and Qian Youwei's desperate face.