Abusi Dumbledore: "I don't know the location of the Half-Human King, but someone does."
"Really?" Hearing Dumbledore's words, Hoffa's eyes immediately lit up. "Who knows his location?"
"It's the person who always reminded me to be wary of him. Dumbledore said with a smile," She has been searching for the Half-Human King for many years. Not long ago, she sent me a letter from the extreme north, saying that she found the possible source of the Dream Plague … "
As soon as he heard her in English and the extreme north, Hoffa's ears immediately perked up. A tall figure left and entered his mind.
Could it be …
"Yes, it's your former Transformation teacher, Ossivia Romanov." Dumbledore touched his white beard with emotion. "To be honest, these days, she helped us with a lot of supplies in the Soviet Union."
Thinking of the senior he hadn't seen for a long time, Hoffa was filled with emotions. Other than him, there was someone else who understood Silby. Without a doubt, Ossivia was one of them.
When they were at the border of Africa and Europe, they were played by Silby. The memory was still fresh in their minds. At that time, he was still a rookie, and Ossivia was just a student who had just graduated from Slytherin Academy.
So many years had passed in the blink of an eye. God knew how she was doing now.
"Where is she?" Hoffa quickly asked.
She sent me a letter three days ago.
Dumbledore bent down and pulled out an opened letter from under the documents on the desk and handed it to Hoffa.
Hoffa quickly took it and read it. On the brown cover, Ossivia Romanov's signature was written in light green ink. He opened the letter.
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Dear Professor Dumbledore,
The letter I sent you last time should allow you to understand what is happening in the most desolate corner of the world.
Just three hours before I write this letter, I saw a towering tower rise from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, and then disappear without a trace.
Previously, it was mentioned that the person who claimed to be the half-human king must have some unspeakable secret. This time, when I came to the Iberian Peninsula, which was the place he once claimed as his "homeland," I discovered that this place was not very similar to England or any other country.
The religious atmosphere here was deeply rooted. Since a long time ago, the people here had firmly believed in God. It was hard to imagine how a person could survive under the curse for so long without the support of a firm goal.
The longer one stayed here, the more one would realize the mysteries in the depths of history.
Here, I noticed a lot of traces of Salazar Slytherin and even the other founders of the academy. Their writings, some remaining totem tokens, and a lot of forgotten weapons, tombs, and stone pillars.
I'm not an archaeologist, but I can still imagine that there should have been a large-scale war here, as well as the bloodiest massacres.
I don't know how these events are related to the goal of the half-human king, but in my recent investigation, I discovered the location of the strange fluctuation of dreamforce. It's in the vicinity, but I'm completely unable to determine its specific location.
If possible, I'll personally go to the "safe house" next week. I hope you can take the time to go with me and witness everything. By the way, during this time, the more forces you can gather, the better. The final battle is coming, and it's time to determine the winner.
Iberian Peninsula
Notes of November 13th
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The letter was not long, and it was very similar to Ossivia's concise and comprehensive style.
Hoffa read the letter several times and quickly understood a few key words: the Iberian Peninsula, the towering tower that disappeared, traces of the four founders' activities, prehistoric massacres?
This made him wonder what Ossivia had seen.
However, the Iberian Peninsula was something that Hoffa did not think of. He had been searching around England, France, and Germany, and did not think of going to such a corner. Osivia was much more attentive than he was. Thinking back to the first time they met, Silby had begged him to send him back to Spain. So that really was his hometown …
Thoughts kept rising and falling in his mind.
Dumbledore patted Hoffa's shoulder, "It's useless to think about it now. It's written in the letter that she'll come over on the 20th. There are still four days left on the 20th. My suggestion is that you rest here for a few days, eat something, sleep, and find some friends to catch up on old times. Prepare for our final adventure."
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When Hoffa left Dumbledore's office, Miranda was waiting for him in the corridor. At this time, he was not as anxious as before. Immediately, he and Miranda took a walk in this strange underground settlement to rest.
Miranda asked him a lot of questions about the adventure, and Hoffa told her the truth. He told her about more than a year's experience. When Hoffa told her that Aglaia was still alive after 50 years, Miranda covered her mouth in excitement. It was rare for her to lose her wisdom or gentleness. She pulled Hoffa and chattered non-stop like an ordinary girl, asking about her friend's survival. After that, after the excitement, Miranda lowered her head sadly.
Hoffa asked her what was wrong.
She only said that she was sad when she thought of seeing Aglaia again when she was in her seventies or eighties.
Most of the people in the underground settlement were about the same age as him, or a little older than him. Most of them were busy moving some materials around. There were some words written in Russian or French on the materials.
Every few hundred meters, there would be a stone arch. Inside the stone arch, there would be a green flame. There would be people carrying boxes going in and out of the stone arch. Every time they went in, they would shout out the name of the place. Then they would be swallowed by the green flames.
The stone arch should be responsible for the function of the flight network.
Miranda said, "Because there are sleepwalkers outside, the trade channel has been cut off. The transactions in the Sorcerer World can only be done through the flight network."
Hoffa said, "Exchange materials?"
Miranda said, "Yes, our settlement mostly produces fresh water and a kind of underground eyeless fish, as well as some magic herbs that can only survive in darkness and humidity. For example, Devil's Web and Fluorescent Mushrooms. Fortunately, Dumbledore invented the super flight network. We can now use these arches to go to any corner of the earth. We can trade with other surviving Sorcerers. "
"The surviving Sorcerers in other places don't live underground?" Hoffa asked.
Miranda shook her head. "In the mountains, in the forests, and even at the bottom of the sea, as long as they can avoid the sleepwalkers' search, there are traces of Sorcerers who don't want to fall into the Dream World."
Hoffa was greatly moved. He originally thought that the world would fall into the Dream World indiscriminately, but now he was too pessimistic. There were still many people who were actively and optimistically facing the predicament, resisting Silby's secret control.
After walking for a while, Miranda suggested that they go for a meal. Hoffa gladly agreed. The two came to the shore of the underground lake, rented a boat, and slowly rowed to the center of the lake.
There was a floating island in the lake. On the floating island was a black building with an indistinct shape. Like the buildings on land, it was also hung with soft orange hyacinth lights.
As they approached the building on the floating island, Hoffa could see that it was a conch-shaped restaurant in the middle of the lake.
Miranda took the lead and walked onto the floating island. She reached out and pulled Hoffa up. After stepping on the floating island, the sound of footsteps could be heard. On the floating island, there were a few fairies who were smoking. They flicked their ears, frowned, and made chattering sounds. They seemed to be very anxious.
Hoffa thought that the fairies must be very anxious these days. The collapse of social order was a greater blow to the market and business.
"Poor fellows."
Miranda whispered and brought Hoffa into the restaurant.
The restaurant's environment was not very good. Or rather, Hoffa was not used to it. As a Ravenclaw, he liked the kind of high, dry nest where he could see the stars.
However, this place was filled with all kinds of transparent glass fish tanks. Inside the bathtubs were schools of strange-looking fish. Many of them did not have eyes, or their eyes had degenerated into small dots. They swam slowly at the bottom of the pool.
Every fish tank was lit with green candles. It was very much in the style of a Slytherin's crypt. Presumably, the owner of this restaurant must be a Slytherin.
In front of one of the fish tanks, Hoffa saw some small amphibians that looked like frogs but had four arms and two legs. They lay on the reefs in the fish tank with their eyes wide open. If a dead fly swam past the fish tank, they would immediately pop out their tongues and suck the fly away. If their strange companions also took a fancy to the fly, they would straighten their backs and beat their chests aggressively in an attempt to scare their opponents away.
"Bottom dwelling fishmen."
Miranda said to Hoffa.
"It's a commonly seen mystical creature here. Due to their exuberant fecundity and unique taste, they're also quite popular ingredients here.
"Eh …"
Hoffa's interest was piqued as he placed his eyes on the fish tank. He saw two fishmen on the reefs who were excitedly and attentively overlapping each other as they mated. However, before he could take a closer look at the process, the two fishmen were simultaneously grabbed by the restaurant owner who had black hair on one of his arms and chopped into eight pieces on the chopping board.
He could not help but have mixed feelings. 'I should've waited for them to finish before I killed them …'
Miranda and he sat on a wooden table beside the water tank. They chatted as they waited. It was not dinner time yet as there were not many people around.
After a while, a woman with green lipstick, messy hair, and a bare stomach came over with a menu. Since Miranda said that she wanted to treat Hoffa to a meal, he did not interrupt and only said that he could order anything.
However, Hoffa soon regretted allowing Miranda to order as the restaurant was stranger than it looked.
A few minutes later, the woman with green lipstick swayed her hips as she brought two plates. On the plates were pieces of meat with purple blood and some things that looked like basil leaves. There was also a cup of drink with green bubbles on the side.
"Please." When the waitress placed the plate of meat with purple blood in front of Hoffa, Miranda said with a smile.
Hoffa stared at the piece of meat suspiciously. He had a feeling that it was taken from the bottom dwelling fishman just now. He could not help but put his nose on it and sniffed. He was a little confused.
Miranda was the first to eat. She cut a small piece, pulled her hair aside and stuffed it into her mouth. She looked strangely ladylike.
Hoffa was speechless.
Looking at Miranda cutting the strange piece of meat and stuffing it into her mouth, he thought that England was indeed the king of dark cuisine. Therefore, he cut a piece and put it into his mouth.
"Hmm …"
It was not as bad as he imagined. It was a bit like salmon, but more chewy. However, the feeling of eating it raw still made Hoffa more or less nauseous.
Clack!
The sound of a chopping board was heard.
He saw that the burly chef in the distance was swiftly putting away his knife and cutting off a bottom dwelling fishman. This told Hoffa that what he was chewing now was probably the two that had just mated.
"Their family doesn't like to light a fire. You can understand." Miranda saw Hoffa's rejection and said with a smile.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Hoffa rolled his eyes. "You want me to experience the miserable life underground so that I can work hard to bring you out."
"Hmph, Hoffa, you think too much." Miranda took a sip of the bubbling green soda. "If you still think so after eating, I'll treat you to another meal."
Her tone was quite confident.
At this time, the restaurant's waitress brought another dish. This dish was a silver stewed fish. It looked different from the fishman from before. It had been cooked and there were wisps of white on it.
Hoffa sighed in relief. At least it was not completely raw.
However, when he put the fork in, the fork made a creaking sound. It was completely frozen. It turned out that the white vapor was actually cold fog.
He blew away the cold fog. Small mushrooms grew on the silver stewed fish. It was not right to call them mushrooms, they were mycelium.
This …?
He looked at Miranda in confusion. What kind of food was this?
"Iced White Fish."
Miranda cut a small piece elegantly and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Iced White Fish is a type of magic fungus that absorbs heat and grows quickly. It absorbs heat so quickly that it can almost freeze boiling water instantly.
Subterranean Silver Fish is a type of fish with a lot of fat. If you eat it alone, the taste is a bit too greasy. However, if you eat it with iced white fish, it can quickly absorb the heat in the fat and add a rich taste. It is considered a specialty of London's underground. "
Hoffa looked at Miranda with his mouth open.
Miranda said, "Why are you looking at me like an idiot? I've said so much and you still don't want to eat?"
Hoffa said, "I didn't expect that I've only been away for a year or two, and you've become a lady and a gourmet when I come back."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a fierce kick from under the table. It kicked Hoffa's thigh, making him grimace in pain.
Miranda said elegantly, "Life is hard enough. If you don't enjoy yourself now, you don't know if you'll have the chance to enjoy yourself in the future."
"Yes … Miss Ghoshak is right …"
Hoffa quickly cut a piece of fish that was emitting white vapor and stuffed it into his mouth.
As soon as it entered his mouth, he shivered.
It was so cold. That was his first feeling.
Then, it smelled so good.
It was as if he was eating a piece of goat cheese that had just fermented for a month.
However, it was not that soft. After the iced white fish absorbed the excess fat, the raw meat was very delicate and chewy. Coupled with the strange iced white fish, they broke in his mouth one by one, as if he was eating rock candy.
What was even more amazing was that the fish gradually heated up as it went down his throat. When the piece of meat fell into his stomach, it became boiling hot, making his whole body warm up.
"Oh oh …" He shivered and straightened his back.
Miranda saw his surprise and said with a smile, "The iced white fish only absorbed the heat of the fish and grew quickly, but it didn't lose much heat. On the contrary, if you eat it, the heat will be released quickly, making you feel very warm.
"Ice and fire!"
Hoffa touched his lower abdomen and praised sincerely, "What a powerful fish."
Miranda shrugged and continued to eat her food in small bites.
After eating the fish. The waitress with green lips twisted her waist and brought another dish.
This dish was even more amazing.
There were only two eight-legged spiders with extraordinarily fat butts on the plate. The spiders' bodies were the size of a fist, and they were translucent purple. They looked very beautiful, and their legs looked like amber-colored bamboo candy.
But no matter how beautiful a spider was, it was still a spider. Moreover, what made Hoffa's hair stand on end was that in the spider's translucent abdomen, there were hundreds and thousands of small white eggs that were wriggling. Those should be the spider's offspring.
"This … This is …"
Hoffa swallowed his saliva. Although he had seen a lot, he had never eaten this kind of thing.
Miranda smiled slightly, and her squinted eyes revealed a happy expression as if she was looking at a country bumpkin. "You haven't eaten this before, right? This is a Balkan grape spider. It's the food that the wizards from the Balkan Peninsula traded with us. It's a rare delicacy. If it wasn't for the interruption of trade, the wizards there wouldn't have anything to trade. This delicacy wouldn't have spread. "
Balkan … grape spider …
The name was quite nice.
Hoffa held the fork and felt that he couldn't bear to eat it at all. "Is it alive? Is it eaten raw? "
Miranda nodded and smiled. "Do you dare?"
Her provocative smile made Hoffa a little unhappy. He snorted. "Why wouldn't I dare?" As he said that, he took a deep breath and was about to use the fork to fork the spider.
Miranda laughed and stopped him. She took the fork away from his hand and laughed. "Idiot, that's not how you eat it."
"Then how do I eat it?" Hoffa's face turned red. He felt like a country bumpkin who was teased by his friends in the city.
Miranda handed a spoon to Hoffa and said, "Don't worry, wait for a moment."
Hoffa took the spoon and waited for a moment.
Ten seconds later.
That light purple translucent spider raised its abdomen and gave birth.
Its buttocks split open and thousands of small white spiders were born. It made one's scalp tingle.
However, at the moment of birth, the mother spider's body also dissolved at the same time, turning into a pool of purple paste.
The thousands of small spiders rushed up and surrounded the mother spider's pool of paste.
Miranda picked up the spoon and urged Hoffa. "Quick, quick, now, eat it while it's fresh!"
As she said that, she scooped up a spoonful of purple paste and white spiders and put it into her mouth with an intoxicated expression.
Hoffa was shocked, but he also reached out his spoon and tried to scoop up a spoonful. He pinched his nose, held his breath, and carefully put it into his mouth.
Boom!!!
At that moment, it was as if the universe had exploded!
Hoffa's eyes widened and he almost cursed. All his taste buds were Zizi's praises, as if a grand symphony was being played.
The purple spider paste didn't have any strange smell. It was sweet and fermented to the most appropriate state of Noble Rot wine, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable at all. The thick animal fat was as smooth and soft as cream, but it wasn't greasy at all. Even better, those small white spiders Zizi exploded in his mouth like naturally formed popping candy. After exploding, they emitted a fragrance similar to that of newly grown grapes, raising the rich taste buds to another level.
Wow!
He finished a spoonful.
Hoffa couldn't find any other words to describe it.
This was completely beyond his expectations. There was actually something so delicious.
He ate another spoonful. That wondrous taste and extraordinary texture had reached a whole new level, as if there was no end to it. He finished the entire plate of spider paste and small spiders one spoonful after another. His speed was so fast that it was hard for him to imagine.
Finally, after he licked the plate clean, he had reached the peak of enjoyment for his taste buds. He reluctantly raised his head and looked at Miranda.
Miranda slowly explained to him, "The Balkan Grape Spider is a kind of spider in the Balkan Peninsula that lives by eating grapes. Because it affects the growth of grapes, it was originally regarded as a pest by the local people a long time ago. But later, the local people found that after this spider gives birth, its body will produce a hormone. This hormone will decompose the body of the mother spider, causing it to melt and become food for the small spiders.
And at this time, the Balkan Grape Spider will emit an unimaginable taste and nutrition. The essence of its life will be gathered at this moment.
After the local wizards found out, the Balkan Grape Spider instantly turned from a pest to a precious delicacy, and became the food of the local nobles. They even opened up vineyards to breed spiders. "
After the explanation, Hoffa was stunned.
Miranda joked, "So everything has to be looked at from two sides. If it wasn't for your sworn enemy, the Balkan wizards would probably never use this kind of treasure to trade."
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