"A seven-foot man." Harry glanced around the hall as he walked into the hall and muttered in a low voice, "It's going to be a three-foot blueblade." ”

What's in the Hall of Swords? So it must be a sword that shines coldly, right?

However, Harry was unable to see a complete sword in the quaint hall.

Swords do exist, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this is the world's largest cold weapons museum, and there are tens of thousands of weapons not only swords, but also many Qimen weapons that Harry can't even name, but the styles of swords are the most, different lengths, different thicknesses, or light and delicate, or ingenious, no matter what kind of sword type can be seen here.

But whatever kind of weapon it is, whether it's stowed away on a shelf or carefully stored in a glass cabinet, it's a half-finished product that hasn't been finished.

The most complete was an unopened blunt sword, which shone with the cold light of metal rather than the cold glow of a sharp sword.

Just like the missing stroke of the finishing touch, without that inconspicuous little dot, the spirit of these weapons is a mess of loose sand, and it can't become the climate.

There is no trace of waiters in the spacious hall, and there is an old man with a tiger's back behind the table cabinet in the main hall, who is holding a pipe, taking a cigarette, a sip of wine, and a piece of dried meat, listening to a little song on the radio.

"I don't sell handicrafts here, buy ornaments and go to Fusu Street, where the swords are much better than here."

The uncle raised his eyes and saw that it was two foreigners coming in, and waved his hand at Harry before he could get closer, "It's okay if you just take a look, but I said it in advance, these are not ornaments, so I won't sell you." ”

He also gave Zhang Shanfeng a look, the old man saw the silver badge on his chest at a glance, and recognized him as a tour guide, in case this foreigner does not understand, the tour guide has to translate, the foreign one is not necessarily a friend, but since it is a guest who comes here for tourism, then he still has to bring the words in place.

"Don't mind, old man, is there any reason for this?"

Harry, who was very familiar, hurriedly stepped forward with a smile, and took out two wine bottles and put them on the counter like a trick, "You have to have some spirits to refresh yourself in the morning, don't you?" Thirty-year-old whisky, your old man gives you a taste? ”

"You're kind of funny, kid."

The old man smiled, then reached out and pinched Harry's big arm, "Hey, I have this body at a young age, although the exercise method is a little rougher, but it is still hard." ”

"However, although you kid is a little interesting, but if you don't sell it, you don't sell it, my sword here is not a thing to look at, and you can't use this, so it's better to go outside and buy a few good-looking ones to take home."

The uncle stretched out his hand and pushed the wine bottle, "I will appreciate the kindness." ”

"These swords aren't sold because I can't use them?" Harry seemed to have come to his senses, and he probably figured out what the old man meant.

"Yes, you might as well bring a kitchen knife back if you buy this back, at least the kitchen knife can also be used to cut vegetables and meat, you can't do anything other than use this thing as an ornament."

"Can you take some time to talk to me, boy?"

Harry, who was not short of food and drinks, pulled out a head-sized oiled paper bag, which was still a specialty of the Forbidden Forest Centaurs, a very authentic Centaur stewed pork.

Harry pointed his finger, and the cutting spell said that the piece of meat was evenly sliced, and the inexplicable aroma of flesh spread at this moment.

"Hey, good boy, you can eat."

The happy uncle stood up, and then led them to a room on the side of the counter, carrying the oiled paper bag and the two bottles of wine Harry had put in before, which was probably the living room where the guests were to sit, and he beckoned a few people to sit down casually.

"Then I'll tell you."

"Thank you uncle, I'll go first, boy."

Harry took out a two-pound cup, and then pulled out a half-man-high barrel, blowing on the bottle too rudely, and elegant people drink from the cup, although this glass is a little more than the amount of a bottle, but it does not prevent it from being elegant.

The uncle who was beaten by Harry's hanging wine Mengzi for hundreds of streets to the town couldn't help but taste the wine in the barrel, fifty-five degrees of dragon blood whiskey, so strong that his brows were slightly wrinkled, and white wine, dragon blood whiskey drank is the chilling and domineering energy of that moment, as if there is a fire dragon breathing fire into your mouth, under normal circumstances, this thing needs to be pressed with ice balls and lemon slices to enter, and every time he drinks empty except Hagrid, only Harry.

"There's sincerity, but it's not an unheard secret, you should still be in school, right?"

The old man glanced at Harry, who estimated that he was probably fifteen or sixteen years old, and that he was still in school.

"Yes, it's the third year next year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"England's?" The uncle touched his beard and nodded, but he was soon stunned, "You are only thirteen years old?" What to eat and grow in such a hurry. Forget it. "It's also a well-informed old man who waved his hand, there are many strange things in this world, maybe it's because of mixed blood, this thing is still very quick to accept.

"If you have to ask your demon uh. Spells, right, Charms, you know why this is happening. ”

"Let me ask you a question, what do you think is the most obvious difference between your magic there and ours?"

The old man who put a piece of meat in his mouth chewed this exotic flavor of braised meat with a look of enjoyment, and the craftsmanship of the horse people was not picky, and the aroma that invaded the entire oral and nasal cavity in an instant was endless.

Harry thought about it seriously, but to be honest, he really hadn't been in contact with the magic of the Celestial Empire, he might have met it in Chadra Ro, but at least he didn't see any of them during the first wave of serious killings, and the second wave of his own grass was too fast, no matter where you are, it's an Arvada laser cannon together, and all the guys who didn't run away were sent, and the ghosts don't know where they came from.

And the only time I saw it was the ancient magic of the Primal Empire that Dumbledore displayed, the kind that had been eliminated by the current spellcasting system.

"Should you be called stupid, or should you say that you can't turn your brain, and the most obvious difference will soon be obvious?"

"You, you are a wizard in England, you are talking about Ingrid, and we are using Chinese and Chinese, boy, don't you know how to speak both, or you try to say your spell there in Chinese."

"Try it." The old man stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth, "Read it out loud." ”

(End of chapter)