"Little wizard? What are you doing here? The carved statue on the stone bricks, Jesus looks like he has saved the mercy of the world, but the words spoken are shrill and drizzle, which forms a great contrast with the image. Vertices are updated the fastest

According to the record, no one can kill Jesus, but Jesus went to die voluntarily, God wants to punish mankind, Jesus took all the sins of all mankind to himself, and Jesus' departure took away the sins of all mankind, which is a description of Jesus' death.

"I'm going to buy something, I know I can do it here, my name is Sherlock Mephisto, and as you can imagine, I'm a wizard from Europe."

The statue of Jesus in the sculpture seemed to be in deep thought, and then he exclaimed, "I was just wondering what kind of wizard can have such majestic magic as the sea, there is no wizard in the whole of Jerusalem with this strength, your name is too heavy, Master Sherlock, welcome the descendants of the Mephisto family, and the powerful Mr. Charm Prince!" ”

As the last tone fell, the surrounding bricks slowly opened a door in the wall like a spinning Rubik's cube, revealing a black underground corridor in front of Sherlock's eyes.

And Sherlock summoned the fire elemental Homiz Prometheus to help him illuminate! However, Sherlock was a little surprised to think that his fame had spread to this place, which was what Ramad told him when Sherlock was leaving, although Sherlock was a wizard from Europe, his fame was definitely a height that could not be ignored in the world.

If Voldemort's name is too much for wizards all over Europe to mention, but in this part of the Middle East, they mention Voldemort and say "Voldemort?" I've heard of it, what kind of dark lord who did destruction in Europe, and was defeated by a child! Are all the best wizards in Britain like this? ”

Even when Sherlock and Ramaud communicated, the other party was in Voldemort's heyday, because he was not in England, so it was very easy to mention the name of Undrum, even if the British wizard is still called the mysterious man until now.

Humans, Muggles and wizards, are always indifferent to distant cruelty.

But sometimes it is a good thing to have a high reputation, at least it will bring you a lot of convenience, a five-year-old child began to create his own spells until now, and the spells he created are very superb, the whole wizarding world calls him the Prince of Charms, his magic skills are unmatched in the world today, and in the second grade, he thwarted the intrigues of the mysterious man, and once caused many, many chaos in a foreign land.

"Daddy! What is this place? Prometheus couldn't help but ask, it was a sentient and independent thinking Homitz, or the Homitz created by Sherlock was an elemental creature with emotional intelligence, and the underground corridor in front of him couldn't help but remind Prometheus of the underground secret passage he experienced at Hogwarts last year.

In the underground room where the Philosopher's Stone was protected, Sherlock fought Quirrell, who was possessed and controlled by Voldemort, and almost effortlessly restrained the opponent.

"The Anti-Night Market, a dark market for wizards built under Jerusalem, this corridor will be very deep, it is said to be even deeper than the tomb where Jesus is buried!"

Sherlock walked with Prosius for a while, until suddenly there was a light in front of him, it was a huge circular underground market, like a small city, but only the size of five or six football fields.

Sherlock could even see the underground rock walls opposite, and the rock formations overhead, and there was a smell in the air of rotting roots of plants, which was a bit pungent but necessary oxygen for the underground space.

Before coming here, Sherlock had heard many introductions from Ramaud, that this largest underground dark market in Jerusalem and the entire Middle East was built under the ground, so in order to prevent the wizards inside from suffocating, the necessary source of oxygen was a plant of 'pumping grass'.

The roots of this plant can stretch all the way down, stretching to the extent of five or six hundred meters, and although this grass is grass, it will be camouflaged on the ground, it may become a flower, or it may be a weed between the gaps in the stone slabs on the ground, or it may be a big tree on the side of the street, or even a mushroom, it is not easy to distinguish the pumped grass, unless you dig them up to expose the long roots, but generally the pumped grass will automatically break off at the top layer when it is dug out.

The remaining roots remain buried in the soil, and new plants will grow the next day.

It sucked enough oxygen from the ground, and the whole long root was a central oxygen pipe, and Sherlock could see the grass roots drooping down from the rock formation, and the source of oxygen was there, because it had to pass through five or six hundred meters of soil, so it was normal to have the smell of rotting roots.

"My dear...... My lord...... You are the Prince of Charms, Master Sherlock, and your old surname is too noble for me to mention here......" A stocky and chubby wizard stood in front of Sherlock.

In this somewhat dark underground market, Sherlock had a huge flowing and talking fireball above his head, which was really windy, and its brightness was so conspicuous that almost everyone could see it with their own eyes.

"Who are you?" Sherlock asked him, the short, stocky male wizard in front of him, wearing a dirty wizard's robe, but with a shiny pocket watch hanging from his chest, no pocket watch chain, but wearing a rope made of plant fibers.

Sherlock suspected that the pocket watch was the wizard's most valuable possession, and if the pocket watch was removed, the guy standing in front of him would be a stinking wizard beggar.

He also held a tattered staff in his hand, which looked like a whole piece of elm, and at the top a fist-sized lump of wood that could be used as a baseball bat.

I just don't know what material the core of the rod inside is.

"Fula! My name is Fura! As for my surname, I don't know who my father is, my mother threw me in the ditch of Jerusalem when I was born, and it is said that the sweeper found me the next morning, and I spent the night in Jerusalem naked, so I gave myself a surname, and it was a bit embarrassing and funny that I did not dare to show it off in front of you. ”

The other party rubbed his hands and said, "At the same time, I am also one of the thirty managers here, and I am a part-time trading introducer!" ”

"Then you should be rich! At the same time, I'm curious about what you've called yourself? ”

"Hey, hey!" The other party's smile was not innocent at all, it was almost like a fat fox.

"My full name is Fula can't die! Not being able to die is the last name I gave myself. ”