Chapter 634: Brilliant Idea

"I have a brilliant idea," Nelson clenched his right fist and slammed it on the palm of his left hand. The haze on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by triumphant excitement. He grabbed Tom and said mysteriously, "You Gotta marvel at my genius, Tom, I swear."

"tell me the story?"

Tom could clearly feel that Nelson's mental state was a little abnormal. He was flushed, and he approached Tom's ear and said mysteriously: "The situation is very clear now, we came early! I can find a place to dig a hole Freeze and bury us in it, and when Haierbo is dealt with, the mayfly will unfreeze us, and then we will go straight back to our time with the ready-made answer and kill him, what do you think? Don't worry, there is only one It's going to be a little cold at first."

"Why don't you get something to eat first, Gnar."

Tom looked at Nelson with pity. Obviously, his good brother has been driven crazy by the burden on his shoulders, especially when he travels back in time with the last hope to return to the age of Hai Erbo, only to find that the victory in the historical rumors The priestess Hai Erbo rescued the peninsula from the shadow of black magic actually gave up treatment early in the morning and lay in the temple waiting for the child of prophecy to save her, and when the child of destiny seemed to point to Nelson himself, his mind was tense The string finally snapped, and he began to babble insanely.

Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, and suddenly noticed that several spectators with serious expressions were hiding their heads in the crowd and approaching them. When the nearest person was about to push through the crowd and come in front of them, he pulled Grabbing Nelson's arm, he Disapparated into an alley a few miles from the theater.

"When I flew over from the sky, I saw that there seemed to be a stall selling scones here." Tom touched his pocket, looked at Nelson with a gloomy expression, and smiled wryly, "I think we should buy more food, I always feel like we're going to be stuck with things here for a long time."

"You're right, damn it... As far as I know, the Patronus Charm was invented by Pythia, but looking at her babbling, it doesn't look like she could have created this most important spell of."

Nelson's illness only lasted for a while before he was overwhelmed by reason. He nodded and took out a handful of Galleons from Tom's pocket. Amid the sound of wealth colliding, the emblem of Gringotts slowly dissolved, flowing gold A pair of intersecting laurel shapes are condensed on the smooth surface of the gold coin, and a sun with a smiling face is formed on the back. This is the current gold coin in circulation in this city-state.

At the entrance of the alley came the yelling of the peddler, and Nelson yelled at the back of the peddler. The peddler turned his head and was immediately attracted by the gold in Nelson's hand. The scone cart broke into the alley.

After a while, two young peddlers in voluminous robes pushed a trolley full of scones through the city along the uneven path. Although the two peddlers were official citizens of the city-state, their families were not well-off. The robes were also made of inferior fabric, but the two people wearing such clothes had much finer and fairer skin than the passers-by on the road. They looked out of place in the robes and attracted the frequent glances of passers-by along the way.

Tom has black hair and black eyes, and seems to be able to blend in with the environment, but Nelson's blond hair is particularly conspicuous. This city-state does not have frequent contacts with the outside world like the north. Most people have only heard of blond hair living outside the peninsula. The blue-eyed tribe occasionally brought back blond-haired slaves of other races, but they were more like barbarians living in the wind and sleeping in the open, not like Nelson, who had rigid and delicate facial features like sculptures, which made people think of the gods they believed in, so There were constant glances of curiosity and whispers, discussing whether Nelson was a prince from a distant tribe.

"When we were at the Prophet's Theater just now, someone had already noticed us," Tom said with his head down, "I have a feeling that those people are wizards, and I'm afraid they are just like what Pythia said, in order not to expose their existence. Hiding here pretending to be a Muggle."

"She didn't lie to us about that... Haierbo's power is already too great to stop."

Nelson raised his head and looked at the southern sky. The dark clouds had spread to the edge of the city-state, and the huge commotion was coming from there. He frowned and his pupils narrowed. The dark clouds were not natural It is a group of dementors screaming sharply in the center. Their screams are hidden in the wind, sweeping this seemingly prosperous but crumbling city-state. Where the strong wind blows, the temperature drops sharply, and even condensation Sharp ice crystals came out and brushed across people's faces, causing pain in people's cheeks.

Desperation spread in the hearts of the people until the threat of the dementors ravaged the entire city-state, and no one made an effective resistance. He was a little lost. It seemed that the Patronus Curse had not yet been born. Blame such a soul-destroying monster, people have no way to counter it.

The citizens of the city-state stayed where they were in a hurry. Unlike the riots that Nelson imagined, they seemed to have long been accustomed to the encroachment of the dementors. They stood in place like sculptures on the side of the road, with blank expressions and closed eyes. , hiding the fear deeply in their hearts, there are constantly weak-minded people unable to bear the fear brought by the dementors, foaming at the mouth, and falling to the ground with convulsions in the limbs, but witnessing the injuries or even deaths of the same people, they still have no fear. Even if one person stood up and resisted.

It's not that Nelson didn't fail to see people who could move freely under the approach of dementors. When the two of them parked their carts on the side of the road to observe people, a man walking in a hurry and holding a strange walking stick came from the two of them. Walking by, his whole body exuded a heat that was very different from the surrounding environment. He walked into a door facing the street and closed the door tightly. This is an anonymous wizard in the mouth of Pythia. Minion, his choice is to hide himself.

Nelson sighed. He finally saw the sad truth behind the prosperous appearance of this city-state bathed in the sun. It was just a fig leaf for a group of displaced people to keep warm. Haierbo promised Pythia the right to live in the sun. Maybe it's out of old love, maybe it's out of some ulterior purpose, but this lingering city based on Pythia doesn't have even the slightest bit of dignity, the sky above the temple is bright and sunny, But in the city-state under his feet, people fell to the ground and died all the time, all because Haierbo sensed the existence of other wizards here, and he did not allow any wizards not to live under his rule, not to bow to him, This city-state is his forbidden place, his plaything. They may be bathed in real sunlight, but it is not the real sun that shines overhead.

Dementors swarmed into the city like a swarm of locusts, greedily looking for delicious food. These despicable monsters swaggered and swaggered in the streets, and their scale was much larger than that of Azkaban.

Nelson can hardly imagine what the world outside this city-state is like. Up to now, he still knows nothing about Hai Erbo, and he can only feel his vicious reputation indirectly from his servants, and he has not even described him. Pythia, the savior in unofficial history, can only recall the bloody youth that she and Hai Erbo experienced together. This is an era full of despair, not to mention finding ways to defeat Haier in the future from here. With Bo's method, Nelson couldn't even figure out how to break the game right now.

A huge black shadow passed by above, completely blocking the sun, and in just a moment, this city-state bathed in the sun had already fallen into the cold and silent night.

"I heard that someone is hiding here."

A man with a male duck voice arrogantly said in a sharp tone in the air. Nelson raised his head, and the shadow that blocked the sky was actually a giant dragon. Wrapped in scales, it slowly landed on the ground.

Every time the strong wind brought by the flapping of wings will collapse the buildings in pieces, Nelson finally understands why this city gang seems to be under construction all the time, not because it is thriving, but because every once in a while, Such ravages will make it have to rebuild.

When the dragon approached, Nelson realized that it was different from the large sheep that he had seen two thousand years later, whose living environment was continuously compressed by wizards, could only survive in the reserve, and had been reduced to domestic livestock. Unlike any kind of giant dragon, it is more primitive and terrifying. The scorching breath sprayed from the jagged fangs declares its status as the top predator in this age when magic is not yet mature. The Iron Belly is even bigger, and its appearance is more intimidating than the Hungarian Horntail. Anyone who dares to look up at it will faint from fear just the moment they make eye contact.

But such a top predator is covered in scars, the membrane of the dragon's wings is covered with potholes left by spells, and the rusty and blood-stained chains penetrate its skin and open its joints. Bind it firmly, and there is a man standing on the dragon's back, not Hai Erbo, but he looks even more inflated and conceited than Hai Erbo himself.

He took a rein made of dragon skin, and let the giant dragon under his crotch crash to the ground, landing between the place where the two of them were and the Prophet's Theater. Under the weight of the dragon, the earth Trembling, the house collapsed, the two had just slipped away from the theater, but now the line of sight became unobstructed again.

The man on the dragon's back was wearing a black robe full of crow feathers. He looked like a moldy feather duster. He jumped off the dragon's back with artificial steps. The moment he saw him, Nelson's pupils flickered Zooming out, Tom beside him showed the same expression as him.

The Muggles in the theater had already fled in all directions, leaving only the wizard who had surrounded the two of them just now.

"Some people ignore the oracle of the great Lord Haierbo, some people show off their indiscriminate spells here with great fanfare, oh~ Lord Haierbo, there are fireballs falling from the sky, and some people drive a poor imitation pretending to be the sun God came," he said in a cadenced tone, imitating the style of orators, and from time to time he let out a lewd smile, "what do you think of me? What do you think of Mr. Hai Erbo? Show your dirty hands, let these mud legs sing you as the protagonist?"

His eyes flicked over everyone left in the theater like picking out merchandise, and the wizards looked at each other, and no one dared to look at him for a while.

It seemed that he was aware of the existence of these wizards, but he did not strictly follow Haierbo's order to destroy them.

He retracted his gaze in satisfaction, and touched the dragon's neck. Two hideous wounds were located on the left and right sides of the neck. The skin and flesh were peeled off, revealing the thick white bones. It was Nelson and Tom who shot into the dark clouds before leaving the temple. spell.

"What do you want?" One of the wizards gritted his teeth and stepped forward, "Make an offer."

"What are you doing? Are you blatantly bribing?" The man exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. He rubbed his fingers and said eccentrically, "Do you think you can bribe me who is loyal to Lord Haierbo? Do you think I am like you?" Are you embarrassing me by provoking Lord Hai Erbo so blatantly?"

Every time he said Haierbo's name, he would emphasize his tone. This name was like a sledgehammer, hitting the wizards' hearts hard again and again.

"That--"

"Tell you," he interrupted the wizards, covered his chest, and said in a voice that could be heard throughout the city-state, "that little thief who thinks he has mastered the magic power and dares to act unscrupulously, just catch it, you can't escape Yes, I will find you by digging three feet."

The cold air condensed around Nelson and Tom, and a dementor poked its head out from the street behind them. The moment it saw their backs, its appetite began to explode uncontrollably.

The wizards in the theater were obviously panicked, their eyes dodged around, and suddenly, an old wizard noticed the eye-catching touch of gold in the distance.

The dementor jumped behind the two of them, and Nelson raised his wand automatically.

"No," Tom held down Nelson's hand, turned around, and put the tip of his stick against the dementor's chest. The spell shot out, and the dementor was knocked into the air, blasting into the small building where the wizard was hiding just now. The loud noise instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the theater. Tom took a step to the right and blocked Nelson with his back, "He didn't know you could use the Patronus Charm. This is one of the only advantages we have left now. You need enough Time to collect his information, we will defeat him once here, and we will defeat him a second time in two thousand years!"

"Tom!"

"I have a brilliant idea, you're going to marvel at my genius, Gnar, I swear."

Tom pressed Nelson's shoulder and said seriously, "Do you think Haier knows me?"