Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

The leather-clad woman's words obviously gave Ham Ham an obscene association, but he knew that this woman was doing the job of licking blood from the edge of a knife, so he lowered his head, shrank into the corner, and dragged the ugly unconscious men together. .

"Are you... a bounty hunter?" Hermione hesitated for a moment. She actually needed a reliable guide, but what Ham had done made her become more cautious when choosing a guide. After thinking about it, she Decided to be blunt and said: "With all due respect, I have a hard time trusting a stranger."

"You should trust the professional ethics of a mercenary," said the woman in leather: "I am registered - I have never failed in my mission so far, but in recent years... business has been a little difficult."

Hermione no longer wanted to expose the fact that she was a newcomer, but she didn't know what "registered" meant, which led to speculation about the bounty hunter profession - whether there was a union or something...

The leather-clad woman noticed Hermione's doubts, and she took the initiative to say, "It's at the Mouse Trader's place. He...well, it's hard to say. You want to go there too, right?"

This was a question, but the tone of the leather-clad woman was very sure: "We'll meet you right there - how about it?"

Good idea, obviously the leather-clad woman wanted to get rid of the suspicion of leading Hermione into a trap.

"I'm afraid not now," said Hermione. "I'll have to find one of my companions."

"Aha," the woman in leather said, "I'm good at this - if I help you find it, can you consider giving me a big order in the next time? I can see that you have a very ambitious and expensive plan. Even if the energy goal is not achieved, I can wait until I find someone for you before calculating the money."

During the trial period, Hermione thought this was a good idea, and she simply said: "Then it's a deal."

"Let's chat while walking," the woman in leather said, "Boss, haven't you asked me your name yet?"

"Lizabeth Yin." Hermione continued to use the pseudonym.

"Boss, you can call me hunter," the hunter said. "In this industry, we always use a code name. Let's talk about what the target looks like, right?"

"My companion is a ghost..." Hermione's first sentence summarized Alice's main characteristics: "She wears a skirt, like a maid... and horizontally striped stockings... black hair, long, and Ethereal... There is nothing missing from the ghost’s body—that’s it.”

"As far as I know," the hunter said, "there will be another market for ghosts, and they will be separated from the living when entering the temple. This also explains why you can't find her."

"Where is that place?" Hermione vaguely felt that she had caught a clue to Tartarus: "Is it the underworld?"

The hunter's answer disappointed Hermione: "Isn't the underworld just a legend? I have been active here for many years... Some good people call the place where ghosts gather as the underworld, but everyone knows that it is false."

"Tell me about yourself," Hermione said. "I don't know anything about you yet."

"What do you want to know?"

"Age, experience, ability..." Hermione hoped that the hunter would not hide it.

The hunter said: "I may be in my 30s... I spend most of my time in caves, forests, and deserts, which makes it difficult for me to appreciate my age."

"When I hunt in these places, the most common commission I receive is to hunt some ferocious beasts - in wizard terms, they are magical animals..."

Hermione interrupted the hunter: "But you don't look like a wizard."

"I'm a squib," the hunter said nonchalantly: "Most mercenaries are squibs. We are similar in nature to those squibs who are reluctant to leave the magic society. And I don't have a big family to rely on, although there are laws. There are regulations, but they can only restrain some incompetent people. There will always be some wizards who need the services of Muggles and Squibs, and we don’t want to wait to die, so... we just came here."

"You don't have magic..." Hermione said: "How to deal with those magical animals?"

"Squibs are a bit different from Muggles," the hunter said: "The body function will be stronger, and some additional tools will be used..."

"Is this an industry secret?"

The hunter was amused, and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his bright white sharp teeth, and said: "Absolutely - if you want to listen, I can talk about it, but those methods are not as convenient as magic after all."

"Let's talk about it later." Hermione and a2 followed the hunter for a long distance: "How far is it?"

The location of the temple is underground, and the area where people gather is only a small area. But if you look around, you can't find the boundary. You can only see a gray horizon. Going further to the boundary, it is not easy to reach the temple. A small white dot appeared on the ground, and the scenery began to become more and more desolate. The black moist soil on the ground turned into yellow land that could raise sand and dust. The tallest plants were only short shrubs that only reached the knees.

"Choose a direction and walk to the end - any direction will do," the hunter wiped his sweat and said, "It's the ghost's territory."

Hermione drank the third bottle of healing potion to replenish her strength. After she drank three more bottles, the ghost's territory that the hunter said could be seen in the distance.

This place is opposite to the temple - the most important thing is the opposite color, and then the opposite degree of damage - the building standing here is almost intact, it seems to be built of obsidian, and the white ghosts are on these dark stone pillars Flying between children.

The place where the living people stay is shabby, but the place where the dead people stay is neat and orderly.

The ghosts didn't care about the sudden arrival of living people. They continued to do what they were supposed to do. This was not a market. The ghosts had long been completely isolated from the material world. They could only wander around in illusory forms, except for Alice - - She fell in front of Hermione and said: "Fortunately, I knew not to look for you, otherwise I would have missed you. So...who is she?"

Hermione tells Alice the hunter's identity.

Alice walked around the hunter a few times and looked at her carefully. The gaze from the dead man made the hunter feel a little uncomfortable, but the hunter said nothing and raised his eyebrows to overcome the discomfort.

Then Alice took a few steps back, crossed her arms and said, "Then I have to tell you, this is the underworld."

However, there is no gatekeeper, the three-headed dog Cerberus, nor the four rivers of Styx, nor the ferryman on the river...

"There is no god," Alice said softly about the information she had learned from the ghost: "The legends and stories are all false. Some of them are just imitations of the miracles by later wizards. The wizards used magic to borrow the gods. To exaggerate the mystery of magic with its prestige, everything here... was created by ancient wizards."

The journey to find the gods ended too quickly. Hermione moved her lips, forced a smile and said, "Okay... but I still want to - look around..."