[HP+Gintama] Azkaban's house price is high

The green light flashed and disappeared in Chen Daiming's hard pen, Na Jiangang, and a familiar dizziness hit. When the vision was clear again, the two had already appeared in a dark mountain stream.

It is said to be a mountain stream, but it is more like a cave.In the narrow and dark environment, the jagged and weird stones are densely covered close to them, giving people a strong sense of oppression.The sound of running water slid past the feet, and the bottom of the low river bed seemed to be inlaid with something. The blue water light refracted on the stones above the head, adding some light to the narrow passage that spread to nowhere.

Gao Shan quickly looked around, his eyes fell on the quiet "white-feathered duck eggs" in the small fishing net, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"This thing... is the Portkey?"

The disbelief in his tone was completely undisguised.

Voldemort wanted to answer him "no" based on professional knowledge.

After all, it was well known that all the alchemy items in the wizarding world, except for house elves, were based on inanimate objects. At least he had never seen a living Portkey.

But personal experience is always more reliable than "well-known", so Voldemort is not sure whether there are no living Portkeys, or whether they have been erased by a long time.

So he sensibly kept silent.

Gao Shan didn't wait for his answer, he flicked the white-feathered duck eggs in the fishing net, and his eyes fell on the letter Voldemort was holding again.

"Voldy, the flowers are glowing."

Perhaps Takasugi's tone of voice was too understated. When Voldemort came to his senses, his first reaction was: "Sure enough, Voldy sounds much better than Tom. You can call me that in the future."

"..." Gao Shan glanced at him, "I said, the flowers are shining."

The Dark Lord rubbed his nose, pretending that he didn't understand the contempt in Takasugi's eyes.

The black platycodon flowers were indeed glowing faintly, and the leaves were trembling slightly, exuding the fresh fragrance of the meadow after a burst of rain.

The fifth spot of light on the letter had already settled down, and the floating elf characters were dangling, forming a ball like ink stains soaked in water, and then slowly forming another kind of characters.Voldemort tried hard to identify it for a long time, but unfortunately this kind of writing was different from all the languages ​​he knew, and no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see why.

It was because Takasugi, who had been stalled before translating this great work, spoke because he didn't know Elvish.

"Maybe it's not a kind of writing. If you look at it from a distance, don't you think it's more like a painting?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and pushed the Letter away kindly.

Sure enough, the originally crowded black ink was taken away, and it turned out to be somewhat like an ink painting in an oriental country, except that, unlike the common landscape pictures in real ink paintings, what appeared on the handwriting seemed to be "white-haired". Duck Eggs".

The gloomy eyes of the two villains fell on an unknown creature in the fishing net.

It still maintains the fluffy and soft ball shape, and a row of inverted triangular fangs that are frightening to look at are grinding happily, and paired with the pair of moist black and shiny almost There was something strange about those innocent little eyes.

"So...we've been searching for so long just to find such a thing?" Gao Shan didn't feel so much about this kind of cute creature, but its row of bright teeth was more attractive—if we take this row If the fangs are pulled out to make weapons, they should be stronger than stainless steel, right?

"Whether it is or not..." Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at the fishing net, "Try it and you will know."

An attack magic with a strange light sprang out without warning!

The white-feathered duck egg continued to click its teeth without any reaction, and its two small eyes did not even blink.

However, the magic was blocked when it was two centimeters away - a transparent ripple rising rapidly from Takasugi and Voldemort's feet played a good defensive role, after canceling the Dark Lord's magic , and slowly dissipated.

The sharp eyes of the two men immediately fell to their feet.

To be precise, it should be in the gurgling water not far from their feet.

From their point of view, the river bed of this trickle is actually very low, and the river water is crystal clear, but with the weak light around them, they can clearly see the opal-colored pebbles underneath.

Voldemort didn't feel the magical fluctuations in the water, and Takasugi didn't sense the breath of life in it.

So when they stared at the riverbed vigilantly for a long time, they didn't see why, and they were about to toss the white-feathered duck eggs again——accompanied by the sound of running water, there was a sound like someone humming softly, Let these two men who are fully sure of their judgment ability overflow with murderous aura.

"Travelers passing by, leave the pure white in your hands, and the clear spring will wash out the moonlight of Deguris for you."

Moonshine of Deguris?

Voldemort frowned slightly.

Takasugi reacted quickly, looked at the only unknown creature that could be called "pure white" in his hand, and then looked at Voldemort questioningly.

The Dark Lord was still immersed in his own thoughts, met Takasugi's gaze, thinking that he also remembered the slightly familiar sentence in the contract they signed before, so he nodded.

……

It's a pity... There is no such thing as a tacit understanding between them.

Therefore, Gao Shan, who mistook the "language barrier" for "a consonance", took Voldemort's nod as an approval of his next action.

So the action-oriented he raised his hand, and threw the fishing net with the "white-feathered duck egg" at the water flow!

"Wait—" Voldemort was startled, and subconsciously reached out to stop him.

However, how can a weak wizard compare to the governor who can cut down a spaceship with a samurai sword? He didn't stop him, but he was almost thrown out by Takasugi!

Fortunately, Gao Shan acted quickly and reacted quickly, he immediately pulled his hand back, and the "white-feathered duck egg" dangled on the water and returned to Gao Shan's hand.As for Voldemort, because he was pulled back with greater force, his whole body slammed into Takasugi's chest, and with a "bang", Takasugi's back hit the hard stone wall.

The breath is full of the smell of the other party, if the clothes that are in the way of the two are removed-their current situation can be described as "intimate contact".

Although Voldemort's original intention was to stop Takasugi's actions, both of them were unavoidably distracted under such close contact.

Takasugi squeezed Voldemort's arm, thinking again how long he hadn't vented this important question.

Voldemort rubbed his hands on Takasugi's thin waist calmly, calculating if he tried his best to fight with Takasugi, how likely he was to overwhelm him...

An untimely voice sounded at the feet: "Travelers who pass by, leave the pure white in your hands, and the clear spring will wash out the moonlight of Deguris for you."

we know!What's the rush! ?

The two of them who were interrupted turned their heads and stared in the direction of the voice.

Then the atmosphere around him instantly changed from anger to shock, and then to vigilance.

Before they noticed it, a long-haired woman sat on the shallow river bed at some point!She has an unusually pale face, a pair of big dark yellow eyes that almost occupy the same space of her face, she doesn't have a strand of hair on her body, it's all covered by her messy and tangled hair like seaweed, her lower body directly blends into the darkness, look carefully , only to realize that it was a misty black fish tail.

Takasugi has encountered such a situation of hell in the daytime more than once, after all, the Black Lake of Hogwarts has been listed by him as the best place for a walk.

So when facing the ugly face of the long-haired woman and the few half-formed scales below her neck, he blurted out two words: "Mermaid!"

"It's a swamp merman," Voldemort added in a low voice, "and a ghost."

The swamp mermaid is one of the branches of the black mermaid. It looks ugly and has tangled hair, which is no different from those shallow water mermaids in the Black Lake. The only difference is that the swamp mermaid can maintain a soft and pleasant voice even on land.

Gao Shan had only seen the ghost of a wizard at Hogwarts, and this was the first time he had seen a magical creature, so his eyes flickered.

Voldemort thought a little more.

The fact that wizards become ghosts after death is related to the magic power contained in them, and it is also related to certain systems established by Hogwarts thousands of years ago. Not all wizards can survive in a ghost state after death.

It is even more difficult to replace wizards with magical creatures.

A single alchemy book of the Malfoy family records the method of transforming dead magical creatures into ghosts - first, the complete souls of all direct lineages within five generations of the transformed magical creature are required, and then the hearts of three hundred different magical creatures Blood, plus three powerful magic stones, the magic circle is drawn with the rice powder ground from the dragon horn of the crystal dragon, and then 30 years of life and half of the magic power of the person who casts the magic will be permanently sacrificed.

……

It is too expensive to turn a magical creature into a ghost.

It is so expensive that people feel that the effort is completely out of proportion to the harvest.

Therefore, it would be better to pay such a high price to keep the ghost of this swamp mermaid... The purpose of the person who cast this magic is very thought-provoking.

Calculating red streamers flashed in Voldemort's eyes, and he stared dangerously at the apparently sane mermaid ghost in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and raised the notebook.

The platycodon flowers quietly stretching their branches and leaves are radiant, and the faint light looks very charming.The roots that were tightly bound to the letter were just pulled out at this time, and they fell off.

"If you want pure white, I'll give it to you!" Voldemort held up the lisianthus flower and threw it in the direction of the swamp mermaid.

The flower drew a graceful arc in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

Gao Shan was silent for a long time before opening his mouth sullenly: "By the way... isn't that flower black?"

Voldemort glanced at him and explained: "Swamp mermaids are one of the branch of mermaids that has gradually died out after Merlin's time. Whenever someone passes by their territory, they will appear and ask passers-by for tolls in the form of poetry. If If passers-by hand over something different from what they asked for, they will not only refuse to accept it, but may even cast a curse on it; of course, as long as the toll is paid correctly, the swamp mermaid is easy to talk——according to "Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures" It is recorded that the aesthetics of swamp mermaids is opposite to that of ordinary mermaids, and 'pure white' means 'pure black' in their understanding."

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So there will be double updates at [-] o'clock tonight~