All things are three at Hogwarts

There are many markets scattered in this strange and somewhat crazy city, but the most famous one is located in the busiest section close to the Hogwarts portal.

The supply of goods here is very abundant, and there are many varieties of goods. As long as you have money, you can buy almost anything. In a big city like Branch City with a large population and a mixture of all kinds of creatures, even the food has become all kinds of strange.

Not to mention the ordinary meat, vegetables and fruits that wizards eat in the Hogwarts floating city, it is worth mentioning the various ingredients that satisfy creatures with unique tastes - for example, the meat stalls have cut Strips of fresh gelatinous substance that are still trembling. What exactly is it? If an ordinary wizard who comes here for the first time asks about it, he will probably be frightened to the point of becoming stupid and mentally retarded.

Fresh fruits from the poisonous jungles of the earth, piles of various rare foods are mouth-watering, and the aroma wafting from the cauldron of boiling pulpy slag makes the magic bats line up...

There are many strange and weird magical creatures in the market. These customers are not just wizards. Strange creatures from all planes gather here to buy the supplies they want, including Cambion demons from the bottomless abyss, and Quartz. Demons such as cyborgs and pit fiends from the Hell of Baator.

Their faces were grotesquely different, but they maintained a restrained peace with each other.

Just like this time in front of the meat stall, a hundred-eyed ghost restrained its hundreds of swollen and different orange arms and slowly rolled forward. It moved forward cautiously to avoid trampling on other creatures.

It met face-to-face with a Styx Memory Demon with a strong body and thick arms. The Styx Memory Demon opened its eye-catching mouth with dense teeth, and two thick claws protruded from both sides of its forehead. The horns were pointed straight at the hundred-eyed ghost, the palms with hooked claws were carefully held in front of the body, and the pair of huge bat-like wings behind the demon that was dragging its body to crawl on the ground were shaking. It trembled, as if ready to attack at any moment.

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

Not only the food market, but also the places where various other items are sold in the large market are roughly divided into some areas by the vendors. Some are specialized in a single magic craft, such as the goldware and textile markets. There is also a market selling utensils from other places, and the variety is breathtaking.

Here, there are even several shops opened by thieves who were famous in Knockturn Alley. It is said that the items stolen from you last night can be purchased there for a reasonable price, only one-tenth of their true value.

To be honest, the security in the city inside the tire is still much worse than that outside the tire - to be precise, because of the convergence of various races and cultures, this city is full of dangers, especially for old visitors who are not strong enough. explain.

The two magical creatures, who were covered in black robes from head to toe and looked like two thin bamboo poles, had probably sold some stolen goods and bought back some shady things. They began to walk side by side outside the market. Their steps were consistent, but they were just walking. When they reached an arch at the end of the street, suddenly, one of the figures holding something in his hands suddenly twisted and disappeared.

This made the remaining companion anxiously circle around the arch several times. The hands exposed in the panic had no fingers, like duck claws, and the skin was bumpy and dark yellow.

Some magical creatures next to him witnessed the disappearance of a person. Many creatures immediately dispersed away from him. The hundred-eyed ghost just rolled quickly and left the neighborhood.

There were also some magical creatures who stopped and uttered some murmurs of unknown meaning, but judging from the obviously malicious expressions on their faces, they were most likely laughing at this "thin bamboo pole" who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Stop looking for it. Your companion must have brought something to open this portal. If he walked under the arch, it would open the portal and he would be teleported away." A werewolf boss in front of the meat stall laughed and said kindly. He reminded the thin bamboo pole, "There are fixed, temporary and newly appeared portals here. The dementors will update the news about these portals. You should pay attention to the precautions posted at the entrance of the area and read them carefully. If you enter again, you won't be in this predicament..."

"It's probably those unscrupulous shops who put it in your bags on purpose because they thought you were gangsters so that you could recycle the items... Go to the entrance and have a look. I hope you can teleport there in time..."

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

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

The man with the thin bamboo pole uttered some random syllables in his mouth, probably to say thank you, and ran towards the entrance of the area in a panic - while the butcher shop owner who had just seen the joke and some locals nearby had completely lowered their heads at this time. When he came down, he seemed eager to poke his chin into his chest.

"Let's go, Wednesday and Thursday, there's no fun anymore!" Although the slightly taller Friday looked somewhat similar to her niece and nephew, she lacked some trance and protruding eyes. She shrugged and patted the little one in front of her. Push cart, "I really don't understand why no one comes to buy our lemon juice. Maggie obviously makes it delicious!"

"Keep your voice down, Friday! We should have done this ourselves," Thursday shouted to her aunt.

"Thursday! Don't cut my throat next time. My vocal cords were injured. It still hurts to talk now." Wednesday, who was pushing the cart, complained about his younger brother's mouth and pointed with his little finger at the huge thing floating back and forth in the sky behind them. Helena from behind, "The eldest sister is following her so obviously that if she comes too close, the locals will be scared away... If I tell her not to come, she will also say that she happened to be passing by..."

Not far behind them, Helena, who was secretly observing in the dark as she had been accustomed to for thousands of years, noticed that her sisters and brothers turned back and let the corner of her robe skim the cobblestone road.

No one bothered her when she walked in the city. To be precise, after becoming a god, she spoke less to outsiders. With just one look, she could turn away those powerful magicians who came forward to try to please the gods. Biological restraint - after all, the priesthood she is in charge of is death.

In this city, which may actually be greater than the floating city of Hogwarts, it is not just fear of her or her parents' power, but simply out of respect, no one dares to say her name loudly. Befitting a lady - shrewd visitors will always stay away when she occasionally appears. The local residents are in awe of her because they believe that it is her quiet protection that allows them to survive in this kind of home that does not distinguish between each other's identities. that power.

In fact, it is just because this new Death basically maintains her previous habit of only chatting with people born in Ravenclaw, so she never speaks when faced with other things here. When she feels necessary, she will pass Her transformed dementors, who wear black shrouds and have lenses embedded in their hands, can communicate with people in a language like riddles to convey messages.

Luna and Allen are the owners of the branch city. As their daughter, she is responsible for maintaining the branch city, including formulating and implementing laws for her father, Allen. However, she is indifferent to the details of the city, such as order and chaos, good and evil, and only pays more attention to it. Focus on ordering the dementors to complete the building in preparation for their return.

However, after Helena left, several people appeared on the other side of the arch in the market area, which revitalized the somewhat quiet atmosphere. Two slightly chubby girls, one large and one small, walked in front, kicking and kicking. They followed the little witch in front of them, and behind them were followed by a guard composed of undead knights led by the Umbrella Team. Their chilling aura frightened the curious and inquiring eyes of visitors who were not locals. Went back.

The little witch walking at the front looks a little older. She has smooth silver-blue hair and wears a Slytherin academic robe composed of seven colors of green. Her small body stretches the belly part of the robe. A little bulging, with a cute smile on her baby-fat face.

The little witch who was half a head short behind her had very thick and disheveled 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 is quite beautiful.

This group of people walked straight towards Wednesday and the others, and stood in front of the lemon sailor cart. The somewhat charming voice of the little witch with silver-blue hair in the head said: "I will know you are here when I see Helena. How's business?"

"When you see those full cups with untouched packaging, you know that they have no business just like us." The little witch behind Thursday rushed to say, turning to the taller little witch with silver-blue hair, "Delphi, You must have scared away the customers with so many escorts. How much did you sell?" Then she looked at her nephews and nieces who had similar names and ages to hers, with a worried look on their faces that made her look more mature, "How are you? ?”

"Don't worry about Friday. I don't care about the dead crazy father in the newspaper. He is not as lovable as the ghost father... and not as handsome as the adoptive father." Delphi waved her hands indifferently, and then pointed to the box held by Rose, "As for the The sales...the only ones left were these few boxes in Rose's hands. We went to Honeydukes, and the boss helped us sell a lot." Delphi said with a smile on her face, "But my sister was a little unhappy. She originally wanted to go with Fuli. Peneiro went to Knockturn Alley but was stopped by my adoptive mother... Penello even had another quarrel with her adoptive mother..."

"It's more interesting to go to Knockturn Alley than to sell flowers with the Veela cousins." Rose said seriously, and then said doubtfully, "We are all Harris, everyone will definitely want to come and make friends with us, why do you No business? If we weren’t afraid that Nancy would cause trouble for us, Honeydukes would be willing to help us sell all of them... You know, they seemed to have had trouble with father and the others before..."

"My dear sisters..." The boy named Thursday rolled his eyes at this time and asked slyly, "Then do you want to try some lemon juice and take care of my business? I guarantee that this will be better than what we secretly drank last time. Butterbeer is much better.”

"I'm really thirsty after walking... But my mother only allows us to eat natural fruits and drinks..." Delphi put his slightly round fingers on his chin and looked at Wednesday suspiciously, "Did Wednesday participate in the production of this juice? ? I'm a little worried... There won't be any poison in this, right? The raw gillweed juice you made last time poisoned both of us, and even Aunt Emily's basilisk suffered. Fortunately, it survived. I am in good physical condition and can survive..."

Thursday and Friday looked at each other, and the corners of their eyes, eyebrows, and even the corners of their mouths were lowered at the same time. However, Friday, as an aunt, did not give up. She put her hand on the trolley and answered emphatically: "I guarantee this is made of real lemons. , I also participated in the production, and I will ensure that no other strange things will be added on Wednesday."

"Well, if that's the case, listen to me." Delphi patted the cookie box in her arms, her smile looking a little cunning, "Let's help each other, for example, if you buy a box of my delicious girl cookies , I'll just buy a glass of lemon juice... Let's get rid of the last bit of inventory... Oh, but Friday, are you sure they are real lemons?"

"Are these biscuits made by real girls?" Wednesday's expression didn't change much, and his tone didn't fluctuate at all, just staring at Delphi.

Delphi's originally somewhat proud chin trembled, she closed her mouth and took a breath, not wanting to deal with the guy in front of her who often talked crazy things.

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

Suddenly, the voices of Allen, the father, stepfather, and brother of the children, were heard on the scene. Only then did everyone notice that they suddenly appeared in front of the cart wearing hoods. They looked like two figures, a man and a woman. They were silent. Standing there quietly as if he had been staying here for a long time, a trance-like female voice came out from the witch's hood that revealed a strange aura.

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

Dear book friends: Although the plot of the main text has been completed so far, Tongtang will rewrite the previous chapters that need to be revised from now on. Thank you for your support along the way.

(End of the book)