Chapter 1586： 1/3 cup of lemon juice, plus 2/3 of Coke...

There are many markets in this strange and crazy city, but the most famous big market is located in the most prosperous section close to the Hogwarts Portal.

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

Needless to say, vegetables and fruits are the usual meats eaten by wizards on Hogwarts Floating City. It is worth mentioning that there are various kinds of ingredients that satisfy the unique taste of creatures—for example, there are cuts on the meat stall. A fresh jelly that is still trembling—what exactly it is, if an ordinary wizard who comes here for the first time asks about it, it is likely to be frightened and become stupid.

Fresh fruits from the poisonous jungles on the earth, piles of all kinds of rare foods are mouth watering, and the aroma from the cauldron boiled with pulpy **** makes the mephits line up...

There are many weird magical creatures shuttled in the market. These customers are not just wizards. Strange creatures from all planes gather here to buy the materials they want, even including the Cambion demons and boasts from the bottomless abyss. Devils such as the stuffed demon and the purgatory from the **** of Batol.

They have different appearances and strange shapes, but they have maintained a restrained peace between each other.

Just like at this moment in front of the meat stall, a hundred-eyed ghost restrained itself with hundreds of swollen orange arms slowly rolling forward, and it moved forward cautiously to avoid trampling on other creatures.

It met a Stygian thief with a strong body and sturdy arms head-on. Styx’s eye-catching and densely toothed mouth opened wide, and two big mouths protruding from both sides of the forehead. The horns were stunned at the hundred-eyed ghost, and the palms with hook-like claws cautiously blocked in front of him. The huge bat-like wings trembling behind the demon who was crawling on the ground with his body dragged hard. Shaking, as if ready to attack at any time.

However, these two guys just stared at each other for a while, and neither of them shot, and finally passed by.

Not only the food market, but the big market sells other kinds of items. The vendors have made some general divisions. Some specialize in single magical crafts, such as the gold and textile market. There is also a market selling equipment from other places, and the variety is breathtaking.

Here, there are even a few shops originally opened by well-known thieves in Knockturn Alley. It is said that the items you stolen last night can be bought there, and the price is fair, as long as one-tenth of its true value.

Seeking truth from facts, the security in the city inside the tire is still much worse than the one outside the tire—to be precise, because of the convergence of various races and cultures, this city is full of danger, especially for visitors who are not strong enough. .

Two black robes covered from head to toe are like two magical creatures with thin bamboo poles. They just estimated that they sold some stolen goods and bought some ugly things. They started walking side by side like outside the market. They walked in the same step, just walking. When I reached an arch at the end of the street, suddenly, one of the figures with something in his hand twisted and disappeared.

This caused its remaining companion to spin around in a hurry, and circled the arch several times. The hands that were exposed in anxious state had no fingers, like duck claws, and the skin bumps were dark yellow.

Some magical creatures beside him witnessed the disappearance of a person with their own eyes. Many creatures immediately scattered away from him, and the one-hundred-eyed ghost quickly rolled away from the block.

Some magical creatures stopped and uttered some unexplained babbles, but judging from the apparently unkind expressions, it was likely that they were laughing at this "thin bamboo pole" that was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Don't look for it, your companion must have brought something to open this portal. Even if you open the portal when you walk under the arch, he was teleported away." A werewolf boss in front of the meat stall laughed kindly. Remind 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. Read carefully. If you re-enter, you won’t fall into the current dilemma..."

"It should be those black shops that you are a rascal who deliberately put in the bag, so that you can recycle the items... Go to the entrance and have a look, I hope you will be able to send it there in time..."

At this time, the voice of the little girl next to him sounded. It turned out to be one of the three children who wore Ravenclaw blue magic robes and shared light blond hair.

In front of the combination of the two girls and the boy, there is a small cart about the same height as them, with "Lemon Juice" crookedly written on it, and various colors that make it impossible to understand what it is. pattern.

The thin bamboo pole uttered some syllables indiscriminately. If it is supposed to be a thank you, he ran to the entrance of the area in a panic-and the butcher shop owner who just watched the joke and some local people next to him had already lowered their heads completely at this time. , Seems to be eager to poke his chin into his chest.

"Let’s go, Wednesdays and Thursdays, there is no excitement anymore!" Although a slightly taller Friday looks similar to nieces and nephews, but lacking some trance and raised eyes, she shrugged and patted the little girl in front of her. Cart, "I really don't understand, why no one came to buy our lemon juice, Maggie made it delicious!"

"Keep it down, Friday! We should have done this ourselves." said to aunt in a loud voice on Thursday.

"Thursday! Don't chop my throat next time. My vocal cords are hurting. I still feel pain when talking." After complaining about my brother's slumped mouth when I was pushing the cart on Wednesday, I pointed my little finger to the huge transformation that floated back and forth in the sky with my little finger. Helena behind, "The eldest sister followed so clearly, and the locals can scare away if she comes closer... If she doesn't come, she will also say that she happened to pass by..."

Not far behind them, Helena, who was secretly observing in the dark as she was used to for thousands of years, noticed the turning of her younger sisters and brothers, and let the corner of her robes pass over the cobblestone road.

No one disturbed her when she walked in this city. To be precise, when she became a god, she would talk less to outsiders, and she only needed a look at the powerful magic that came forward to try to please the gods. Biological restraint-after all, her priesthood is death.

In this city, which may actually be greater than Hogwarts Floating City, it is not only because of fear of her or her parents’ power, but because of respect alone, no one dares to speak her name out loud, but Become a lady-shrewd visitors always retreat when she occasionally appears. The local residents are in awe of her because she thinks that she calmly protects their right to survive in this kind of home that does not distinguish each other's identities. .

In fact, it’s only because this new **** of death basically keeps her previous habit and only chats with people from Ravenclaw, so she never speaks when facing other things here, and will pass when she feels necessary. Her transformed dementors who wear a black shroud and have lenses inlaid in her hands can communicate with people in a riddle-like language to convey information.

Luna and Allen are the masters of the branch city. As a daughter, she is responsible for maintaining the branch city, including the laws and regulations enacted on behalf of his father Allen. However, she is indifferent to the minutiae of the city, such as order and chaos, goodness and evil, but more The focus is on ordering the dementors to perfect the building to prepare for the return of their body.

However, after Helena left, on the other side of the arch in the market area, a few people appeared to revitalize the quiet atmosphere here. One big and one small two slightly chubby little girls walked in front and kicked. Step on the ground and follow the little witches in front of them. Behind them is followed by a guard composed of necromantic knights led by the umbrella team. The murderous atmosphere all over their bodies scared the curious and inquisitive gazes of the visitors who were not locals. Went back.

The little witch walking in the front looks a little older. She has silky silver-blue hair and is wearing a Slytherin style robe made up of seven green colors. It was a little convex, with a cute smile on his baby-fat face.

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

The pedestrian walked straight towards them on Wednesday and stood in front of the lemonade trolley. The silver-blue haired little witch at the head sounded in a charming voice: "I know Helena knows you are here, yours. How's business?"

"When you see the cups full of untouched packages, 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, "Delph, You brought so many guards must scare the customers away, how much did you sell?" Then she glanced at her nephews and nieces whose names and ages were similar to her, her expression a little worried made her look more mature, "How about you? ?"

"Don't worry about Friday. I don't care about the dead lunatic father in the newspaper. It's better to be likable than the ghost father... and no adoptive father is handsome." Delphi waved his hand indifferently, and then pointed to the box that Rose was holding. "As for Sales... only the boxes in Rose's hands are left. We went to Lying Honey Duke, and the boss helped us sell a lot." Delphi showed her face, "but my sister was a little unhappy. She wanted to be with Foley. My adoptive mother stopped Pei from going to New Turnover Alley... Penello had another fight with her adoptive mother..."

"It's better to go to Knock Down Alley than to sell flowers with the Veeva 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 weren’t for Nancy’s trouble with us, the Honey Duke would have sold everything for us...you know, they seemed to have trouble with their father before..."

"My dear sisters..." The boy named Thursday rolled his eyes and asked slyly, "Would you like to try lemon juice and take care of my business? I promise it is better than the last time we secretly drank it. Butterbeer is so much better."

"I'm really thirsty when I walk...but my mother only allows us to eat natural fruits and drinks..." Delphi put a little round finger on his chin, and looked at Wednesday suspiciously. "Whether Wednesday was involved in making this juice. I'm a little worried... There won't be any poison in it, right? The raw gill grass juice you tossed last time poisoned each other to death. Even Aunt Emily's basilisk was killed. Fortunately, it died. The general physique is so strong..."

On Thursday and Friday, they looked at each other. The corners of the eyes and eyebrows and even the corners of the mouth were pulled down at the same time, but as an aunt, she did not give up on Friday. She put her hand on the cart and replied emphatically: "I promise this is made of real lemon. , I also participated in the production, and I promised that no other weird things would be added on Wednesday."

"Well, since that's the case, listen to me." Delphi patted the cookie box in his arms, smiling a bit slyly, "Let’s help each other, for example, if you buy a box of my delicious girly biscuits. , UU reading www.uukahnshu.com, I’ll just buy a glass of lemon juice...Let’s settle this last inventory...Oh, but on Friday, are you sure they are real lemons?"

"Then these cookies are made by real girls?" There was no change in Wednesday's expression, and there was no fluctuation in his tone, so he stared at Delphi protrudingly.

Delphi's chin trembled with some pride, closed his mouth and took a breath, not wanting to pay attention to this guy who is often full of crazy talk in front of him.

"Delph, Rose, I want the rest, I'm a little hungry..."

Suddenly the voices of the children’s father, stepfather, and elder brother Alan sounded at the scene, and everyone noticed that they suddenly appeared in front of the stroller wearing hoods. They looked like a man and a woman. They were quiet. Standing there quietly, as if I had been here for a long time, then a tranced female voice came out of the witch's hood with a weird aura.

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

Dear book friends: Although the plot of the main text is now over, Tongtang will overwrite and rewrite the previous chapters that need to be modified from now on. Thank you for your support all the way.

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