"What exactly does this passage mean?" McGonagall heard that he was too lazy to continue to delve into it and sink into his heart to think.

"The Book of Necronomics" McGonagall is seen in the novel of hp Lovecraft, who was born in the library and borrowed a collection of hp Lovecraft Kraft. However, he is not very flustered by Western horror novels, so he just flipped through a few short stories, then looked through the illustrations and then returned the book.

Even with his memory, I can only recall some fragments, the impression is not profound, but for that paragraph, it is very clear.

Because there is no in-depth study, McGonagall does not understand the Crusoe mythology system, but also knows that the old dominators occupy a very important position in the whole system, probably remembering the gods that survived from ancient times.

“Does it mean that the monk is an old dominator, a **** who survived from ancient times?” McGonagall whispered to himself, and with his understanding of the Crusoe system, there are only so many judgments that can be made at present. .

The mysterious existence of the unknown, the strange black mist, the power to give others strength, and the ability to control everything with the power of the undead are not like the things that the ten strong can do, the mystery of the stone statue. The strength of people should be above ten.

That is called the extraordinary realm of strength, which has not been proven in this world.

"It seems that the next step is to make up the class. The hp Lovecraft Kraft, who claims to be a desperate person, may really know something special." McGonagall thought, then said to the system: System, pack all the books of the Crusoe mythology system."

"Host, this system..."

"According to the publication price, each one adds 1 copper coin." McGonagall said.

"This system will pack you right away!" The sound of the system immediately became diligent.

“Hey! I have successfully packaged 1000 novels with Crusoe elements for a total price of 89,233 coins!”

“Hey! The deduction is successful!”

"Hey! It has been delivered!"

McGonagall opened his eyes and looked at the thick novels that stacked almost one wall. There were also a lot of online novels. I couldn't help but feel a headache. The dog system would not let go of any chance to make money.

"Forget it, look at it tomorrow." McGonagall looked at the wall of the book, hesitated for a while, and then lay back on the bed again.

Although the Crusoe mythology may give him some inspiration, he does not think that the answer lies in these novels. The secret library may only use the phrase "The Book of Necronomics" as the answer. Whether it is closely related needs further To understanding.

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After a hard day, smelling the smell of the book, McGonagall fell a good night's sleep. The next day, I opened my eyes and looked at the whole book wall. Some headaches licked my own eyebrows, so much. I don't know where to look from.

"First cook." McGonagall glanced at the alarm clock, went down the stairs, was preparing to enter the kitchen, and saw Jane standing in the yard, sacred light, above her fingertips, a little faint light is slowing down. Slow condensation is as weak as candlelight.

Jane's expression is extraordinarily solemn and sincere, and her eyes are fixed on the light, as if looking at her own beliefs.

"I learned it so quickly, the talent is really good." McGonagall glanced at the singular glimmer of the singularity, where there is also a little glory.

These days, McGonagall has truly seen the magical effects of the Holy Light. Light is always the fastest, and has a strong restraint for the undead. He is happy to see a light demon appear, which is unknown. Not necessarily there will be a lot of help.

"If there is an old dominator, does the **** that the magician believes really exist? The **** of light, the **** of life, the **** of fire... What is their relationship with those old dominators?" There was a sudden jump in the mind of McGonagall. Although he always thought that it was only a fixed spell of the magician casting spells, the answer he got from the secret library last night overturned many of his cognitions.

If the old dominator exists, then the existence of God is equally acceptable.

"It's really a headache, I hope it's just a legend." McGonagall shook his head, and for the unknown, he also had some resistance.

“Is the old dominator, is it a new species? How is the meat quality? What is the fat content? Is it conditional to develop a new dish? Can it be cultivated on a large scale? The research on the new recipe needs to be put on the agenda, and the slice is made to be sashimi. ? Charcoal grill? Wrap the bread and fry until it is golden on both sides? Stir-fried?..."

Just as McGonagall had a headache for the possible old dominators, he did not notice a strange piece of text mixed in the data stream that slipped through the waterfall in his mind.

The light in Jane’s hand suddenly went out. She sighed with some frustration. When she looked up, she saw Meg, standing at the door, her face was red, and some stuttered: "Old... boss."

McGonagall heard the voice coming back and smiled and said: "Oh, Jane is very hardworking, so I got up and cultivated so early."

"I am too stupid, I can't learn well, so I can only get up early." Jane was a little embarrassed and looked down. Compared with the boss, she was too stupid, and now she can only light a little bit. Light, even the room has no way to illuminate.

"No, you are already great." McGonagall shook his head. Irina also praised Jane's talent on the road yesterday. "You continue to practice, I will give you breakfast yesterday."

"Yeah." Jane nodded and watched Meg enter the kitchen before he began to light the light.

After breakfast, Meg went upstairs and read a novel. He chose the short collection of h.p. Lovecraft. He is the builder of the Crusoe mythology system. His book reference value should be relatively large.

At eight o'clock, McGonagall went downstairs to receive the crayfish. Kitar was still at the forefront, carrying a net bag in his hand and a dozen crayfish inside.

"Boss, I caught 13 crayfish today. Can I use these shrimps to practice?" Kital saw Meg, and excitedly raised the crayfish in his hand.

"Exactly." McGonagall nodded, and the students brought their own ingredients, which is naturally the best.

“Well.” Kitar put the crayfish aside and then actively started to help McGonn to pour the purchased crayfish into the pool, but it helped McGonagall.

Ivan, who caught four crayfish, quickly joined the team.

After the crayfish acquisition, ten apprentices were present, and more or less crayfish, which made Meg, who was going to continue to read the book, some helpless choices to leave to teach everyone to practice.

Cooking crayfish, the heat is a crucial point.

So, this morning, McGonagall is ready to teach you how to control the fire.