"How dare you insult us like this?"

After hearing "Take back your freedom for yourself", the house-elf Biddy is furious. It jumped, and the fear of Fitch was gone. "It is Biddy's pride to be able to serve his master for the rest of his life! Your so-called freedom is actually the greatest destruction and betrayal of order! Biddy comes from a family of elves full of honor, my grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather, are now hanging on the honor wall of the master's house! One day, Biddy will also receive this honor!"

Wall of Honor?Feige shuddered as he heard the answer. The Wall of Honor is a wall in the attic of the storage room of Biddy's master's estate, where the heads of the house-elves who have served all their lives have been cut off and hung on after their deaths. This kind of thing was actually used to motivate future house-elves to work loyally, and the heads of animals that wizards had obtained from hunting, such as wild boars, stags, or pseudo-dragons, were also eligible to decorate the living room. House-elves can only be hung in the attic of the storage room, what is there to be proud of?

It can only be said that house-elves have not only been domesticated, but have been distorted. The combative races that have historically waged war for equal access to wands have begun to become pathetic creatures who strive to be slaves and spend their lives begging for their heads.

Feige nodded apologetically to the house-elf and told it to calm down. "If your master is in a bad mood all day long and complains everywhere, it is certainly not a good state, is it? In the same way, if you can't serve with a smile and can't fulfill your master's orders with pleasure, do you have a deep resentment and hatred? You feel offended, but don't you offend yourself all the time?"

The devil's logic made the house-elf's mouth open wide, and it struggled to keep up with the train of thought, and then it slammed its own head. First with fists, then with chair armrests, then with walls. It soon began to bleed from the head. Xia Ni couldn't bear it and wanted to go over and stop it. Feige raised his hand and stopped Xia Ni's behavior with a grim expression.

"Wizards have very strict control over house-elves, and have formed a solid system, are we going to bang our heads on this system?" Feiqi shook his head, he spoke in the lingua franca of the Yongli Continent so that Biddy couldn't understand. "Shani, do you want to know how house-elves can free themselves?"

"Change their blind obedience and worship to their wizard masters?"

"Nope. They cannot cast spells on their masters, but they can cast spells on other wizards at the cost of punishment. A house-elf can use a spell to control the wizard to give a piece of clothing to the house-elf he owns. Therefore, they can liberate each other as long as they help each other, use spells on each other's owners, and create a scene where they give clothes. ”

Xia Ni was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I didn't expect it to be so simple." As long as a house-elf without a master appears, and it is not satisfied with being enslaved, then it can liberate all house-elves on its own. But why hasn't such a situation arisen?"

"It is not the difficult rituals of freedom that are really controlled, but the long, intense, and tireless management and punishment of the shaman. Although they are pitiful, I can only help them if the house-elves come to ask for help. ”

With that, Feige raised his right hand and used his magic to pull Biddy away from the wall. "Your poor service affects our mood, which means that your master's customers are dissatisfied with your master because of you. If you are really a house-elf who wants to serve well, then you should leave to make amends. ”

Powerful logic binds house-elves like a lasso. Even though it was bleeding profusely, it gritted its teeth and said, "Then how should I punish myself so that my host's guests are satisfied?"

"Punishing you, it makes no sense to me. Feige blinked his eyes and said, "Execute my orders well, and I will be happy and satisfied." As I asked before, send us to the Ollivanders Wand Shop and don't let anyone find out. ”

"Is that just it?" Biddy began to waver, the scales it used to weigh the pros and cons had been weighed down by Feige, and the rules and balance had been broken. The house-elf made a final struggle: "If you come back in an hour, I will be able to cover the past." ”

"You have no room for bargaining, you can only fulfill my demands, or forever hang on to the great shame of not being able to serve your master well. ”

Biddy was already in tears, but his expression was a mixture of anger, humiliation, and confusion. Its values are messed up with by Feige, and it seems that there is no other choice but to do what Feige says. So, it stretched out its hand and said, "Hold my hand, and I'll take you to Diagon Alley." ”

Feige nodded, grabbed Shanny's hand, and told Sam to stay, making excuses to block anyone who wanted to visit. Then, he grabbed the house-elf with his other hand, and immediately felt the world spin.

All the surrounding scenes were spinning while retreating backwards at an extremely high speed. The colors vanished in the process of teleportation, and everything was shrouded in black shadows. Feige smelled a rancid stench, not from Biddy, but faintly from all sides of the black and white space. From this, Feige can determine that the elf's teleportation borrowed the realm of shadow and death, and may have slipped on the outer wall of the Hades space that extends in all directions.

When teleporting, if you can take one more step, you may be able to enter the world of the dead, but Feige can't enter anyway. When a sapient creature dies, the soul goes to the right place according to certain rules, and this transit station for judging the rules is considered to be the world of the dead. There are only wandering, waiting, and trapped souls for some reason, and the living can use spells to enter and visit, but any existence related to the belonging of souls after death cannot enter the world of the dead in advance, which of course includes the devils of hell.

As a result, Feige felt a great deal of repulsion and resistance from his surroundings, and he had to hold Biddy's hand hard so that he was not thrown out by the spinning teleportation process. Luckily, the Mishima area where they were located was not large, and the teleportation ended in a few moments. When they looked closely, Feige and Xani were standing in a cobblestone alley.

The alleys are narrow and oppressive, and this feeling comes mainly from the houses on both sides. These old wooden or masonry buildings are imbued with a sense of historical obsolescence, estimated to have been depreciated for at least two or three hundred years, and are skewed at mottled and worrisome angles towards the middle of the road, as if they were about to be crushed and collapsed on pedestrians. In addition, it is crowded with all kinds of goods, stuffed with the glass windows of the house, and it seems to be crowded out of the small panes and dumped in the alleys. There are those who sell robes, there are those who sell telescopes, and there are those who sell all kinds of strange sorcery materials, such as a basket of bat spleens that smell fishy, and eel eyeballs that smell of inferior alcohol in bottles.

"Ollivander's wand shop is on the south side of the alley and is easy to find. You should ...... You'll be able to read the words here. Biddy rubbed his hands: "I suggest you go to the robe shop first and change your clothes." I'll be waiting for you here, come back soon. ”

"I don't need you here, let's go back to the manor. Feige grabbed Biddy's shoulder and threw it back, only to see it dissolve into an afterimage and disappear into the twisted spatial vortex. "I just confirmed, the teleportation method used by wizards is very convenient, and the security is good, but the secrecy is poor. Now that I've figured out how to use this teleportation system, I don't need it anymore. ”

"You seem to be getting better and better. Shani grabbed Feiqi's arm, "Now, can I pick a wizard's robe for you?

"It is the emperor's prerogative to use illusion as clothing. Fei Qi thought of "The Emperor's New Clothes" and said this, but then he thought that Xia Ni didn't understand this stalk. "I have a story that I can tell you just in time for you to pick out your clothes. ”

Feige thought that one story would complete the shopping process, but in fact, it took ten stories to finally stumble out of the robe store. He wears a black self-ironing robe with dark gold eye-patterned embroidery on the cuffs and shoulders, representing the Alert Eye. He chose a long dark gray pointed hat, which usually fell on his stomach and stood up straight when he was angry. Shani chose a purple wizard's civilian dress, which is said to be modeled after the girls' uniform of a magic school. Feige didn't know if the imitation was because the uniforms were nostalgic, or particularly good-looking, or if there was some other effect on them.

So he chose a red weatherproof cloak for Shani, the edges of which were decorated with yellow clouds, hanging from the shoulders to the thighs. Shani said that the cloak was lively but not playful, beautiful but not procrastinating, and very practical, which fully showed Feiqi's high taste.

Feige said that the highest taste in his life was to find Xia Ni, and the others were not worth mentioning.

The two of them patted each other's ass, not caring at all about the lone dog who was about to die. Their outfits blended in well with their surroundings, at least not the curious glances of other wizards passing by. So, when they leave the robeshop, they can take a leisurely stroll and buy something safe – that is, something that won't explode or make you fart – snacks to eat.

The ice cream parlor was good, and they picked out a few products with interesting flavors and tried them. There were a lot of people gathered in front of the flying broomstick shop, and there was a heated discussion about a new product called Wizard Punk 2077, probably "This is amazing, all the previous brooms are going to eat dust!" "No, I'm going to get this broom liver out." Night bats, wait for your death!"

Is it comfortable to sit on a stick? Feige shook his head, he didn't understand the wizards, at least he didn't like the feeling of not having a seat under his ass, but a hard stick. Anyway, he had solved the problem of his own flight, so he pulled Shani, who was also in confusion, and continued to walk forward, to the Ollivanders wand shop.

It is a three-story house, except for the door of the first floor is very delicate and neat, the other two floors appear to be in tatters, and the walls and windows are patched. It seems to have been blown open from the inside, and judging by the patches, it must be more than twenty years old. How much procrastination did the owner of this wand shop have to go before it was renovated for more than 20 years?

Feige pushed open the relatively new glass door and entered, the door frame striking the bell with a crisp sound. "Wait a minute, I'll be over right away. A word came from the depths of the store.

"Don't worry. Feige lifted his robe and cautiously walked through the cramped crowd of goods. It was littered with wands, all packed in cardboard boxes of various sizes, and then densely piled up on wooden shelves with a thin layer of dust on them, looking crumbling. In fact, the fall may have already happened, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why there were boxes piled up on the ground. As Feige passes by, some of the boxes suddenly shake as if there were rats hiding inside. However, when the owner came to the front desk, this strange phenomenon disappeared.

"I'm Garrick Ollivanders, the best wandmaker ever. It was a somewhat hunched old man, half-bald, with deep eyes looking Feige up and down behind a monocle. "A wizard I haven't seen before, with an exotic vibe, it looks like you're from somewhere else. ”

"Absolutely. "I've heard that if you want the best wand, you're going to come here." Am I on the right track?"

"There is no such thing as the best wand, only the most suitable. Ollivander: "A lot of people know how to make wands, but I have some experience in choosing a wand for the user, or finding the right owner for the wand. What's your name, stick your arms out. ”

Feige straightened his arm, and then Oliveandra walked over and measured it with a soft ruler. "My name is Fege St. Hall. Does the name have anything to do with what kind of clutches I'm going to use?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just easy to communicate, and I can remember the wand by name. I remember every wand that was sold, and of course its owner. Oh, judging from your arm, you are in a high position, and it must be His Majesty the Emperor of the Magic Empire who has come to visit. ”

"You're right, but is it the arm or the name that makes you finally determine who I am?"

"It's the arm. The length of the arm of the emperor and king can be used to determine weights and measures. Ollivander put a soft leather measure around his neck, pulled out another caliper, and began to measure the data in Feige's palm. "I just made a joke, of course by name. If I could see my identity by my arm, I would have passed a divination class in school. Please stick out your tongue. ”

Feige stuck out his tongue, and Ollivander looked left and right to tell him to take it back. "Do you still have to catch your pulse after reading the tongue coating? I can't catch my pulse accurately - tell me beforehand. ”

"I've been trying to restore the wand by using its pulse to determine the wand's attributes, but I've been unsuccessful. Ollivander let out a long sigh, his voice full of regret. "If it works, I won't need to try out as many wands. Wait a minute, I've got an idea. ”

He put down the ruler and quickly found a cardboard box on the shelf, opened it and handed the dark brown wooden wand inside to Feige: "Walnut, 11 inches, the core of the rod is the beard of a cat-leopard." I always felt like you're a cat......"

Feige picked up his wand, and it spontaneously ignited like a large match. It only took two seconds for the walnut and leopard's whiskers to turn into a pile of ashes, and the flames didn't hurt Feige's palm at all.

Ollivanders smacked his lips. "It's not a cat? That's interesting. "The latest chapter of the Magical Chronicle is available here: