Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 647 Brave Team

In the merchant ship's kitchen, Voldemort, having stuffed himself until his stomach was so full, finally took a break. He put down the pickled fish meat, now reduced to just fish bones, and began searching for water to drink.

The fish and pickled vegetables were too salty. He didn't notice it when he first ate them, but after he was full, a slight dryness in his mouth and a burning sensation in his throat gradually came over him, which Voldemort could not bear.

Voldemort opened the lid of a wooden bucket on the stove in the kitchen and found it contained a stream of water.

Voldemort casually picked up a bowl, scooped out a bowl of water, and drank it.

The water smelled of dust and mold, but it relieved his thirst.

As Voldemort drank his third bowl, a voice suddenly came from the kitchen entrance—

"Huh? Who are you?"

Voldemort was startled, dropped the bowl of water he was holding, drew his wand, and pointed it towards the source of the sound—

Standing in the dark doorway of the kitchen was a girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She had long, strange blue hair, wore a tall wizard's hat, and was dressed in a very thin purple and white gauze dress. She held a crystal staff that was taller than herself.

"What happened, Varta?" a gruff voice asked.

Immediately afterwards, a series of "crunching" sounds came, and a tall knight covered in full armor and a stone figure wielding a giant axe that shone with an orange light emerged from behind the girl.

"who are you?"

Clearly, the tall knight and the giant axe-wielding stone golem had also seen Voldemort. The tall knight immediately pushed the girl named Varta behind him, then drew the sword hanging from his waist and, together with the giant axe-wielding stone golem, stood between Voldemort and the girl.

"Wait, Stone, Illigg, hold on a minute!" The girl named Varta suddenly called out to the giant axe-wielder and the tall knight, then asked Voldemort, "You... sir, are you also here to find Khadath?"

Cardas?
Voldemort pondered this question in his mind.

The name felt both familiar and unfamiliar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

etc.
He seemed familiar with him somewhere before.

"The unknown Kadath?" Voldemort asked tentatively.

“Just as I thought.” The girl named Varta breathed a sigh of relief, then patted the stone figure and knight in front of him. “Put your weapons away first. He’s not the enemy. He has the same goal as us.”

The giant axe-wielding stone man and the tall knight seemed to hesitate for a moment, but ultimately decided to trust the girl's judgment. However, they did not completely lower their guard. The stone man carried the giant axe on his shoulder, and the tall knight did not put away his sword, but instead stuck it into the wooden floor in front of him.

“Hello, my name is Varta, Varta is Santris, this stone warrior is Gao Tong, this knight calls himself Illigor, and we have a companion named Wendy Ingraf, she is a griffin-riding rat-rat, she and her griffin are currently in our resting cabin checking our essentials, and you are…” “Voldemort,” Voldemort replied briefly.

“Hello, nice to meet you, but please allow me to apologize,” Varta Insantris seemed to be very sociable as she asked, “I really can’t tell which race you belong to. Could you tell me about your background so that we can cooperate well in the future?”

“I come from beyond the Dreamlands,” Voldemort replied succinctly.

“Oh, I see, I see. You’re a dreamer.” Varta Insantris said with sudden realization, then wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

"How much do you know about Kadas?" Varta Insantris asked cautiously. "If your goal is to find the secret realm of Kadas, then we have the same goal. Perhaps we can cooperate. After all, the journey is extremely dangerous, and more people mean more strength."

"Oh?" Voldemort let out a long "oh," then raised his non-existent eyebrows. "How much do you know about Khadass?"

Although Voldemort's main objective was to trade with the Moonbeast High Priest for the Sky Gold, Flowing Silver, and Pillar Copper needed for the ascension ritual, even with Voldemort's arrogance, he was not entirely confident that he could safely obtain enough Sky Gold, Flowing Silver, and Pillar Copper from the Moonbeast High Priest.

At this moment, this small team searching for the secret realm of Kadas seemed so timely and appropriate.

At the very least, we can extract more detailed information about the Moon Beast race from them.

These people could even be exchanged as slaves for the Moon Beast race.

“We know that the Dreamland is probably located on a mountaintop deep in the Cold Plains,” Varta Insantris replied, seemingly acting as the team’s diplomat. “We’ve also obtained some information about the Cold Plains’ towns, so we won’t run into Moon Beasts and Cold Plains inhabitants while searching for them.”

"A small town inhabited by the inhabitants of the Cold Plains?" Voldemort asked in surprise, then, feigning composure, continued, "There are probably a few... I mean, are these towns densely distributed?"

“Not particularly dense,” Varta Insantris replied. “There are only about three places in the entire Cold Plains, one in the southwest of Bennaport and two deeper in the Cold Plains.”

Voldemort nodded after hearing this.

“And you?” Varta asked Santris. “Do you have any information about Kadas?”

“I know the terrain around Khadass,” Voldemort recalled from Tierra’s notes, “and…I had a very brief dream about Khadass.”

"What?" The tall iron knight Irigo, who had been silent from the beginning, exclaimed in shock, "You mean you dreamed about Kadas?"

“Yes,” Voldemort continued, describing what Tierra had written in her notes. “I remember it was sunset when I was dozing in my little wooden rocking chair in my yard. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, I felt as if I had passed through a curtain of water between reality and dreams, and suddenly sank into that great and magnificent city—the high walls, the temples, the colonnades, and the arched bridges made of textured marble—all shimmered with a golden and beautiful radiance; the fountains with silver bases spouted water in the wide squares and fragrant gardens, radiating iridescent light.”

"Elegant trees, vibrant flowerbeds, and ivory statues line both sides of the wide streets; layers of red rooftops and old, pointed gables climb the northern hillside, providing shelter for the grass-green cobblestone alleys below. This city is favored by the gods; it is the ceremonial music played by heavenly trumpets, the resounding notes struck by divine cymbals. A mysterious aura envelops this city, as if dark clouds were shrouding a mountain range untouched by human hands, existing only in legends."

(End of this chapter)