Chapter 1586 1/3 of a Glass of Lemon Juice, Plus 2/3 of Coke (Finale)

There are many markets in this strange and crazy city, but the most famous big market is located in the busiest section near the Hogwarts portal.

The supply of goods here is very sufficient, and there are many kinds of goods. As long as you have money, you can buy almost anything. In Zhicheng, a large city with a large population and a mixture of various creatures, even the food has become strange and strange.

Needless to say, the usual meat, vegetables and fruits eaten by the wizards in the floating city of Hogwarts, it is worth mentioning that all kinds of ingredients that satisfy the creatures with unique tastes - for example, there are sliced ​​meat on the meat stand Strips of fresh jelly that are still trembling—what exactly, if ordinary wizards who are new to this place inquire, they will probably be frightened and become stupid and brainless.

Fresh fruits from the highly poisonous jungles on the earth, piles of various rare foods are mouth-watering, and the aroma of the cauldron boiling rotten slag makes the mephits line up...

There are many strange magical creatures shuttling in the market. These customers are not just wizards. Strange creatures from all planes gather here to buy the supplies they want, even those Cambion demons from the bottomless abyss Demons such as saimo and pit fiends from Baator hell.

They were grotesque and varied in appearance and form, but kept a restrained peace among each other.

Just like in front of the meat stall at this time, a domeki restrained its hundreds of swollen and different orange arms and slowly rolled forward. It moved forward carefully to avoid trampling other creatures.

It met head-on with a Styx Stalker with a strong body and thick arms. The Styx Stalker's eye-catching, densely toothed mouth opened wide. The horns of the demon stared blankly at the hundred-eyed ghost, and the palms with hooked claws cautiously blocked the front of the body. The pair of huge bat-like wings on the back of the demon, which was struggling to drag its body to crawl on the ground, trembled. Trembling, as if ready to attack at any moment.

However, the two guys just stared at each other for a while, neither made a move, and finally passed by.

Not only the food market, the place where the big market sells other kinds of items is roughly divided by the vendors themselves, and some specialize in a single magical craft, such as the goldware and textile markets. There are also markets selling utensils from other places, and the variety is amazing.

Here, there are even a few shops opened by thieves who were quite famous in Knockturn Alley. It is said that the item that was stolen from you last night can be bought there, and the price is fair, as long as one-tenth of its real value.

To be honest, the law and order in this city inside the tire is still much worse than the one outside the tire—to be precise, because of the confluence of various races and cultures, this city is full of dangers, especially for old visitors who are not strong enough. explain.

Two magical creatures covered from head to toe in black robes, who looked like two thin bamboo poles, had just sold some stolen goods and bought back some shady things, and started to walk side by side like outside the market. Their steps were the same, just walking When they reached an arched door at the end of the street, suddenly, one of them, holding something in his hand, distorted and disappeared.

This caused the remaining companion to turn around in a hurry, and circled the arch several times. The hand that was exposed in a hurry had no fingers, like a duck's claw, and the skin was bumpy and dark yellow.

Some magical creatures next to him witnessed the disappearance of a person, and many creatures immediately scattered away from him, and the domeku just rolled away from the block quickly.

There were also some magical creatures who stopped and uttered some unintelligible babbles, but judging from the obviously malicious expressions,

There is a high probability that they are making fun of this "thin bamboo pole" who is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Don't look for it, your companion must have brought something to open the portal. Walking under the arch will open the portal, and he will be teleported away." A werewolf owner in front of the meat stall laughed kindly. He carefully reminded the thin bamboo pole, "The portals here are fixed, temporary, and just appeared. The dementors will update the news about these portals. You should pay attention to the precautions posted at the entrance of the area. After reading carefully, If you enter again, you won’t be in the current predicament…”

"It should be those black stores. I think you guys put it in the bag on purpose, so that it will be easy to recycle the item... Go to the entrance and have a look, I hope you can teleport there in time..."

At this time, the voice of the little girl next to her sounded, and it turned out to be one of the three children wearing Ravenclaw blue magic robes and having light blond hair who reminded her.

In front of the combination of the two girls and one boy, there was a small stroller about the same height as them, with the words "Lemon Juice" crookedly written on it, and graffiti in various colors that made it impossible to understand what it was. pattern.

The slender bamboo pole uttered some syllables indiscriminately, presumably as a thank you, and ran to the entrance of the area in a panic—the butcher shop owner who was watching the joke just now and some locals beside him had completely lowered their heads at this time Come down, it seems that you want to poke your chin into your chest.

"Let's go, Wednesday and Thursday, it's no longer exciting to watch!" Although the slightly taller Friday looked somewhat similar to her niece and nephew, but lacked some trance and protruding eyes, she shrugged and patted the little girl in front of her. Pushing the cart, "I really don't understand why no one comes to buy our lemon juice. Maggie's is obviously delicious!"

"Keep your voice down, Friday! We should have done this ourselves," Thursday said loudly to her aunt.

"Thursday! Don't slash my throat next time. I hurt my vocal cords, and it still hurts to speak now." Wednesday, who was pushing the cart, complained about his younger brother's puffed mouth, and pointed with his little finger at the gigantic monster floating back and forth in the sky behind them. Helena later said, "The eldest sister follows so clearly, even if you approach her, the locals will be scared away...If you tell her not to come, she will say that she happened to be passing by..."

Not far behind them, Helena, who was secretly observing from the shadows as she had been used to for thousands of years, noticed her sisters and brothers turning their heads, and let the corner of her robe skim the cobblestone road.

When she was walking in this city, no one came to disturb her. To be exact, after she became a god, she seldom spoke to outsiders. She only needed a look to dispel the powerful magic that came forward to try to please the gods. Biological restraint—after all, her priesthood is death.

In this city that may actually be greater than Hogwarts Floating City, in fact, not only fear of her or her parents' power, but out of respect, no one dared to say her name loudly, only Appropriate to a lady-savvy visitors will always shy away from her when she occasionally appears, and the local residents are in awe of her, because they think that it is she who quietly protects them to survive in this home that does not distinguish between each other. that power.

In fact, it's just because this new Grim Reaper basically keeps her previous habits, only chatting with people from Ravenclaw, so she never speaks when facing other things here, and when she feels necessary, she will pass Her modified dementors, dressed in black shrouds and with lenses embedded in their hands, communicated in a riddle-like language to convey messages.

Luna and Alan are the masters of the branch city. As a daughter, she is responsible for maintaining the branch city, including formulating and implementing laws and regulations for the maintenance of her father Alan. However, she is indifferent to the details of the city, such as order and chaos, good and evil. Focus on commanding the Dementors to perfect the building in preparation for their return.

However, after Helena left, a few people appeared on the other side of the arch in the market area to revitalize the somewhat quiet atmosphere here. Two slightly chubby girls, one big and one small, walked in front, kicking and kicking. They stepped on the ground and followed the little witches in front, and behind them followed the guard formed by the ghost knights led by the umbrella squad. went back.

The little witch who walked in the front looked a little older. She had smooth silver-blue hair, and she was wearing a Slytherin school-style robe composed of seven kinds of green. Her small body covered the belly of the robe. It's a little bulging, with a cute smile on the face with baby fat.

The little witch who is half a head short behind her has very thick and unkempt light blond hair, pale skin, and charming light blue eyes. She is holding a few boxes of things in her arms, and she looks a little depressed. But like her half-sister, she is still very beautiful.

The group of people walked straight towards Wednesday and they stood in front of the lemonade trolley. The charming voice of the little silver-blue haired witch at the head said, "I know you are here when you see Helena, yours." How's business?"

"When you see those full cups that haven't even been touched, you know that they have no business like us." The little witch behind Thursday rushed to say, turning to the taller silver-blue haired little witch, "Delphi, With so many guards, you must have scared the customers away, how much did you sell?" Then she glanced at her nephew and niece, whose names and ages were similar to hers, her worried expression made her look more mature, "How are you doing?" ?”

"Don't worry about Friday. I don't care about that mad dad who died in the newspaper. He's not as likable as the ghost father...nor is he as handsome as his adoptive father." Delphi waved his hand indifferently, then pointed to the box that Rose was holding, "As for Sales volume...there are only a few boxes in Rose’s hands, we went to Lie Honeydukes, and the boss helped us sell a lot.” Delphi’s face turned pale, “But my sister is a little unhappy, she originally wanted to have a relationship with Foley. Pei's going to New Knockturn Alley was stopped by my adoptive mother... Penelope also had another fight with her adoptive mother..."

"Going to Knockturn Alley is more interesting than selling flowers with Veela cousins." Rose said seriously, and then said puzzledly, "We are all Harris, everyone will definitely want to come and make friends with us, why do you No business? If it wasn't for fear that Nancy would trouble us, Honeydukes would have been willing to help us sell all of them... You know, they seem to have had trouble with their father before..."

"My dear sisters..." The boy named Thursday rolled his eyes at this time, and asked a little slyly, "Then do you want to try the lemon juice and take care of my business, I promise this is better than the last time we secretly drank Butter beer is much better."

"I'm really thirsty after walking...but my mother only allows us to eat natural fruits and drinks..." Delphi rested his slightly round fingers on his chin, and looked suspiciously at Wednesday, "Did Wednesday participate in the making of this juice? I'm a little worried... There's no poison in it, right? The raw gills juice that you tossed out last time poisoned each other, not to mention, even Aunt Emily's basilisk also suffered. Fortunately, it survived. The physique is good enough to survive..."

Thursday and Friday looked at each other, and the corners of their eyes, eyebrows and even the corners of their mouths were pulled down at the same time, but as an aunt, Friday did not give up. She put her hand on the small cart and replied emphatically: "I promise it's made of real lemons." , I also participated in the production, and I promise I didn’t add any other weird things into it on Wednesday.”

"Well, since that's the case, listen to me." Delphi patted the biscuit box in his arms, and his smile looked a little sly, "Let's help each other, for example, if you buy a box of my delicious girl's biscuits , I'll just buy a glass of lemonade...let's get this last stock out of stock...oh, but Friday, are you sure they're real lemons?"

"Are these biscuits made by real girls?" Wednesday's expression didn't change, and his tone didn't fluctuate, just staring at Delphi.

Delphi's chin trembled with complacency, he closed his mouth and took a deep breath, not wanting to talk to the guy in front of him who was always talking crazy.

"Delphie, Rose, I'll take all the rest I'm a little hungry..."

Suddenly, the voices of the children's father, stepfather, and elder brother Allen's voices rang out. Only then did everyone notice that two figures of a man and a woman appeared in front of the stroller wearing a hood. They were silent. He stood there quietly as if he had been here for a long time, and then a trance female voice came out from the witch's hood that revealed a strange aura.

"Wednesday-Thursday, give your mother a third of a lemon juice and two-thirds of a Coke."

Dear book friends: Although the plot of the main text has been completed so far, Tong Tang will overthrow and rewrite the previous chapters that need to be revised from now on. Thank you for your support along the way.

(End of the book)