This price is a bit ridiculously low and obviously not the normal price.
Noah raised his head slightly and tapped the box with his fingertips: "10 Galleons?"
"If you die, this thing will have to come back by itself." The seller said casually, without raising his head, "So 10 Galleons."
It seems to be a very dangerous cursed object.
Noah threw ten gold galleons on the table, picked up the box and turned around to leave.
After leaving the store, Noah searched a few more before finally finding a tavern.
This tavern was surprisingly clean. Most of the wizards sitting inside were wearing old robes. They gathered together in twos and threes and communicated in low voices. Occasionally, someone clinked their glasses together, seeming to have a pleasant conversation.
Much quieter than the bar on the other street.
But the atmosphere lingering here is much scarier than that of the bar on the other street. The portraits and portraits hanging on the wall are looking at the dark wizard below with a sinister gaze, looking at it quietly, or sitting on the chair with their heads hanging. His head was turned back and his body was motionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Noah opened the door, and the clear ringing of the bell reminded him of his arrival. Many dark wizards and portraits looked at him, scrutinizing him after realizing the unusual dress of this new dark wizard.
But these people quickly withdrew their gaze. This kind of clothing that looked very expensive at first glance probably belonged to some "noble", but there were still some casual glances at him with natural malice.
Noah turned a blind eye to the sight of these people. He walked straight to the bar and dropped five Silver Sickles: "A room where no one will be disturbed."
The bartender was a witch with a magical appearance, who looked like a mixed-race Veela. She looked over immediately after hearing Noah's voice. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Noah's outfit: "The handsome guy plans to stay for a few days. ?」
"One night." Noah's voice was a little cold, but his voice was very pleasant, and even though it was cold, there was still a strange sense of attraction.
This somewhat familiar feeling made the bartender's eyes light up. Her already overly beautiful appearance was even more alluring at the moment. Her voice was also filled with magical charm: "Don't you need some wine?"
Noah ignored the half-Veela lady's hint and responded coldly: "A room."
Realizing his attitude, the bartender looked away boredly, her attitude cooled down, and she casually threw him a key: "The innermost left side of the second floor."
Noah picked up the key and walked directly to the stairs.
After the sound of his footsteps disappeared, the dark wizard on the first floor laughed sinisterly: "Miss Messelin can be rejected by others."
Most mixed-blood Veela will inherit Veela's unique magical beauty. Beauty brings the ability to enchant, which is also considered by wizards as a natural magical ability, and few wizards can resist the ability to actively release it. Veela, after all, humans are basically visual creatures.
But obviously, the half-Veela lady hit a wall today.
Marceline didn't care about the other party's teasing. She just rolled her eyes, took out a cigarette from under the counter and put it in her mouth. She lit it skillfully and took a deep breath: "It's not easy to meet a mixed-race man. It's quite... pity."
As soon as she finished speaking, the tavern was quiet for a moment. Someone asked in surprise: "Male mixed-blood Veela?"
There are only female Veela, and most of the mixed-blood Veela are only female. There are male mixed-blood Veela, but their rarity is comparable to the probability of being spotted by a phoenix on the street - basically impossible.
Marceline shrugged and blew out smoke rings: "Didn't you hear it? That voice is more mixed-race than me."
Veela is very sensitive to the charm ability, and can easily detect the strangeness in Noah's voice. Although the other party has no intention of doing anything, the innate ability is unavoidable.
But the other dark wizards didn't take it seriously. One of the one-eyed dark wizards took a sip of wine and said, "I just feel like that guy is not easy to mess with."
Another wizard nodded in agreement: "That good impression is not as important as life."
But their words acknowledged the strange good feeling that arose in their hearts when Noah spoke, but along with that good feeling was a feeling of saying no.
A sense of threat coming up.
Most dark wizards cherish their lives, and the more they study black magic, the more they understand the weirdness and evil of black magic. There is no guarantee that the demonic favor is some kind of dangerous black magic. So no one thought about the mixed-blood Veela at first. Of course, even if they knew about it, they wouldn't have any extra thoughts.
Veela are indeed very popular, and male mixed-blood Veela are also very curious, but losing a life because of sperm on the brain is not worth the gain.
"Really?" Marceline took a puff of cigarette, "Forget it."
This is the end of this topic.
…
Noah didn't expect that he was recognized as a hybrid Veela. He entered the room directly, closed the door and skillfully explored the security of the room, and then began to arrange defensive magic. In just a few minutes, he set up a Two defensive charms, multiple soundproofing charms and a guardian charm.
After the decoration was almost complete, he made the bed smaller and threw it in the corner, took out the box and placed it on the floor.
Of course he couldn't take this thing back to the hotel. The curse on it was not ordinary sinister. It would be bad if Christina accidentally touched it.
He took out Keya, who was napping, from his pocket and put it on the shrunken bed. He sat on the floor in the center of the room and picked up the box again.
Noah was careful not to touch the sealant between the gaps in the box, but carefully looked at the pattern on the box.
In addition to the obvious Slytherin logo, there is a series of less obvious symbols on the box.
Because these handwritings are very shallow, there are almost no traces. Even Noah has a hard time distinguishing the traces on them with the naked eye.
The curse prevented him from using too much mental power to detect, so he had to find another method.
The pure black gloves disappeared from his fingertips, replaced by dark red fingertips.
The crimson marrow liquid is a special alchemical item that is highly compatible with his mental power and magic power. It can also be used as an extension of his consciousness. In addition, the alchemy item contains both unicorn blood and dragon scales, giving it an extremely powerful effect. The high curse resistance is more than enough to at least isolate the curse that is not actually activated on the outside of the box.
Silver-blue lines like nerve veins appeared on the dark red gloves. The magic connection made Noah's fingers very sensitive, and he could feel the wonderful feeling of the air being stirred by the gentle trembling of his fingers.
What a wonderful feeling.
This time he gently touched the lid of the box with his fingers, clearly feeling the bumps and dents on it, and pieced together a line of writing in his heart.
It's Latin.
[Those who come from the quagmire should remember the soul blood]
