"This place, is really too … … too ridiculous." Sheyan and Diaz were dumbstruck. Instead, Gale had already been here before, and had a certain level of immunity. He patted their shoulders and said:
"You guys walk around first, remember you won't lose out if you don't buy anything. Although this place looked like a mess, most of the shopkeepers were white magicians who abided by the rules of the Ministry of Magic. Plus, we were employees of Hogwarts, so we didn't have to worry about our personal safety. I'll go check if Phil is around, I'll be back soon. "
Since he was assured of his safety, Diaz ditched Sheyan and walked forward. Diaz's character was always cold and reclusive, Sheyan didn't mind as he strolled forward. The shops here were all strange, the things they sold were never seen before. After strolling for less than half an hour, Sheyan's horizons were broadened.
For example, when he saw the signboard of a shop, which was a pair of golden scissors that kept closing, he walked in curiously. In the end, there wasn't a single person inside, a barber's chair slid over and placed under his butt. Then the knife and scissors directly flew towards his head! If he didn't immediately run out of the shop, he would've been forced upon and his hair would've been sliced.
Only after he left, did Sheyan discover a few small words under the golden scissors signboard. These words were so small that he had to use a magnifying glass to read them.
Haircut and shave, 50 guineas per session, no credit allowed.
"Very good … … very powerful!" Sheyan wiped off his cold sweat, holding onto his wallet as he took a detour and left this place. He then tried his best to distance himself from those strange looking shops.
Instead, a large group of people appeared in front of the display window. Moreover, they were all youths below the age of 16. As he neared, he discovered that they were actually looking at a broom in the display window with envious expressions. Sheyan swept a glance over them, feeling that these magically rich second generations were really bored. When this brother was your age, he had already visited 5-6 different countries and entered 7-8 different female brothels. Even if you guys were ignorant, you wouldn't treat this broom as a treasure right?
"… … .wait wait wait wait, broom!"
"In the magical world of Harry Potter, this kind of sweeping tool seems to be divided into two extremes! Ordinary cars were obviously used to sweep the streets, but those weren't ordinary. What Porsche, Maserati, Lamborghini, compared to them, they were all trash! “
Thinking of this, Sheyan couldn't help but join the group of children as he stared intently at the display window. Sure enough, he found six words on a conspicuous part of the exquisite long-handled broom:
Nimbus 2000!
"It really is this thing. Sheyan suddenly recalled something and hurriedly checked his nightmare imprint. Indeed, there was a milestone related to this item: 'I love Quidditch'. The requirement was to obtain a Nimbus 2000 broom!
Ever since he learned that titles could be synthesized after completing a milestone, Sheyan's interest in titles was reignited. The difficulty of completing this milestone was extremely simple, requiring only a few pounds. He counted his assets, accumulating a total of 122 pounds, of which 50 pounds could be brought out. Thus, he carried a Bill Gates air of complacency as he stepped into the shop. Ten seconds later, Sheyan walked out of the room with a dejected look on his face.
The price of the Nimbus 2000 wasn't much, only 5 digits — — 11,300 magical pounds. The magical pounds referred to the magical pounds that could be brought back to the nightmare realm by a contestant and exchanged for utility points! What was even more hateful was, this shop only accepted magical pounds and didn't even accept utility points! Sheyan finally understood the reason why the so-called limited edition Nimbus 2000 wasn't sold. The simplest way to complete it, actually represented the hardest way to complete it!
After leaving the magic sports shop, Sheyan's heart suddenly stirred. He couldn't help but walk towards the left. After a few steps, a 4 storey building appeared in front of his eyes. This building was constructed in the style of the 18th century, every storey was slanted towards different directions, looking like a building block that could collapse at any moment. But from the nameplate beside the building, one could tell that this building was last repaired in 1867 years. One could tell that its lifespan was probably over a thousand years.
"Gringotts." Sheyan gazed at this world famous goblin bank, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart. It was as if a thread from the unseen world was pulling him in, as if he had a long lost relative inside. He walked around the place a few times, but suddenly realized that the feeling had disappeared. He was stunned and stood there blankly for a long while, then he resumed his stroll.
After circling around a few times, Gale hurriedly walked over. Seeing Sheyan, he immediately exclaimed in delight.
"I've found you, come quickly."
Sheyan was stunned.
"What's the rush?"
Gale led the way in front, hurriedly replying.
"Of course it's because of your achievement of pleasing the bowtruckle. Hurry, if not Phelps is going to knock off. "
Sheyan was even more confused. The Bowtruckle liked to live on quiet and elegant trees. Sheyan had searched everywhere in the Forbidden Forest, but he had rarely found anything. This was the heart of London, and there were plenty of rats, cockroaches, and other things …. Where did this achievement of pleasing the Bowtruckle come from? The two of them walked through Diagon Alley for a long time, finally stopping in front of a shop. The shop had the words' Magical Menagerie 'written on it.
"This, I remember it sells pets?" Sheyan was familiar with some of the Harry Potter stories, for example, the female lead Hermione's big cat 'Crookshan' was bought from here.
"Yes." Gale first glanced into the shop, then immediately called Sheyan in. He didn't even look at the strange birds, snakes, and animals around him. He walked straight into the cave. The environment inside was much better than the outside, Gale spotted a stool and sat down. He then glanced around, suddenly slamming his palm onto the nearby table.
"Phelps! Phelps, you idiot, where's the thing I instructed you to do? "
Instantly, a contestant ran out from a nearby room, his face filled with fright. Sheyan had seen this contestant before, he was the one who chose to work in Diagon Alley.
"Where's the bowtruckle I asked you to prepare?"
Gale shouted.
"It's behind." Phelps swallowed his anger and replied.
"Bring us there." Gale ordered. "Immediately!"
Sheyan curiously asked.
"Why is there a bowtruckle here?"
Phelps glanced at Sheyan, Gale scolded.
"This is an official member who just joined the party, Seaman! He's not like you cowards who hide in the back every time you join a battle. If I ask you, you better answer honestly! "
Phelps' eyes exposed a helpless resentment, but he still answered honestly.
"Because among the pets for sale, swallowtail dogs like to eat bowtruckles as food. If not, they would be extremely violent and disturb the owners. Therefore, boss Griff hid from the Ministry of Magic and secretly imported some from Tumble Alley."
Under Phelps' lead, Sheyan circled around the back courtyard and arrived outside an iron cage. Shockingly, there were at least 70 to 80 bowtruckles locked inside, and beside them were prepared country turtles. Furthermore, these bowtruckles had been starving for a long time. Sheyan picked up a country turtle to feed these little creatures, it was as easy as feeding a goldfish! Not even 10 minutes later, the nightmare imprint popped out a notification.
"You've successfully pleased 50 different bowtruckles."
"You've received a milestone: Compassionate Man."
"You've received a title: Bowtruckle Feedback (Speed)."
"Within a 30 metre radius of trees, your HP regeneration will be increased by 25 points per minute during battle. A title with the speed suffix, even during battle, this title can be switched at any time. "
Sheyan finally experienced the benefits of being in a party. If this achievement was achieved by himself, then he would have to spend an entire afternoon and still not be able to accomplish it! He suddenly recalled another milestone related to the bowtruckle: 'Honorary member of the British Museum'. He then inquired Gale about it. Gale pondered for a while before replying.
"This milestone rewards a title with decent attributes, but it doesn't seem to be related to us."
Phil, who was standing at the side, had a hint of envy in his eyes as he interrupted.
"The rewarded title is also called 'Honorary member of the British Museum'. Its attributes are intelligence + 3, MP regeneration + 2."
The + 3 Intelligence attribute was already quite good, and the + 2 MP recovery speed was quite practical. The MP recovery rate was the same as the HP recovery rate. This title was undoubtedly a must-have for contestants who relied on their active abilities to survive. Of course, according to the nightmare realm's rules, the difficulty wasn't low.
To obtain this title, all one had to do was to send a bowtruckle to the official "British Museum". But don't ever forget, bowtruckles were creatures that lived in the magical world, while the British Museum was the official institution of the 'muggle' world! In reality, this was challenging the authority of the Ministry of Magic. Hence, one would have to face the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic. (To be continued.) If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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