"How dare you insult us so much?"
After hearing "get freedom back for yourself", the house elf Bidi was angry. It jumped up, and the fear of Feich was wiped out before. "Being able to serve the master for life is Bidi's pride! What you call freedom is actually the greatest destruction and betrayal of order! Bidi comes from a family of elf full of honor. My grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather, are now hanging on the master's wall of honor! One day, Bidi will also receive this honor!"
Wall of Honor? Feiqi shuddered after hearing the answer. The wall of Honor is a wall on the storage room loft of Biddy Master Manor. After the death of the domestic elves who serve for life, their heads were cut off and air-dried and anti-corrosion were hung on that wall. This kind of thing was actually used to inspire the domestic elves to work loyally? The animal heads obtained by wizards in hunting, such as wild boars, stags or pseudo-dragons, are also qualified to be decorated in the living room. Domestic elves can only be hung on the storage loft. What's there to be proud of?
It can only be said that domestic elves have not only been domesticated, but have been distorted. Fighting races that have launched wars in history to gain the right to use magic wands equally have begun to become tragic creatures who strive to be slaves and seek to be slaughtered throughout their lives.
Feiqi nodded apologetically to the house elf and let it calm down. "If your master is in a bad mood all day and complains everywhere, it is definitely not a good state, right? By the same token, if you cannot serve with a smile or do not fulfill your master's orders in a happy state, is it because of deep complaints and hatred? You feel offended, but aren't you offending yourself all the time?"
The devil's logic made the house elf open his mouth wide, and it tried hard to keep up with the idea, and then hit his head violently. First, he used his fist, then the armrest of the chair, and then the wall. It soon began to have a bloody head. Shani couldn't bear it and wanted to stop it. Feiqi raised his hand and stopped Shani's behavior with a cold expression.
"The wizard has very strict control over domestic elves and has formed a solid system. Do we want to rush to the head and run away on this system?" Feiqi shook his head. He spoke in the common language of Yongli Continent, so Biddy couldn't understand. "Shani, do you want to know how domestic elves should liberate themselves?"
"First change their blind obedience and worship to the wizard master?"
"No. They cannot cast spells on their masters, but they can cast spells on other wizards at the cost of being punished. A domestic elf can use spells to control the wizard to give a piece of clothing to the domestic elf he owns. Therefore, as long as they help each other, use spells to the other's masters, and create a scene of giving clothes, they can liberate each other."
Shani was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I didn't expect it to be so simple. As long as a house elf without a master appears and it is not satisfied with being enslaved, it can liberate all the house elf by itself. But why didn't such a situation happen?"
"What really controls them is not the difficult ritual of freedom, but comes from the long, high-intensity, tireless management and punishment of wizards. Although they are pitiful, only if the house elves come to ask for help, I can help them."
After Fitch finished speaking, he raised his right hand and pulled Biddy away from the wall with magic. "Your inferior service has affected our mood, which means that your master's customers are dissatisfied with your master because of you. If you are really a house elf who wants to serve well, then you should leave and make compensation."
The powerful logic tied the house elf tightly like a lasso. Although it was already bleeding, it still gritted its teeth and said, "Then how should I punish myself to satisfy the host's guests?"
"It makes no sense to me to punish you," Fitch said with a blink of an eye, "I will be happy and satisfied when I execute my orders. For example, what I asked before, send us to the Ollivander wand shop and don't let anyone discover it."
"Is it just this?" Biddy began to shake. The scale used to weigh the pros and cons was already pressed by Feiqi on an unbearable weight, and the original rules and balance were broken. The house elf made the final struggle: "If you come back within an hour, I can hide it."
"You have no room for bargaining, you can only meet my requirements, or you will never be able to serve your master well."
Biddy was already crying, but its expression was a mixture of angry, hideous, humiliating and confusion. Its values ​​were messed up by Feiqi, and there seemed to be no other choice except to do as Feiqi said. So, it stretched out its hand and said, "Catch my hand and I will take you to Diagon Alley."
Fitch nodded, grabbed Shani's hand, and asked Sam to stay and find an excuse to block everyone who wanted to visit. Then, he grabbed the house elf with his other hand, and immediately felt a dizzy turn.
All the scenes around were rotating and retreating backwards at extremely high speeds. The color disappeared during the teleportation process, and everything was shrouded behind the black shadow. Feichi smelled a little rotten smell, not from Biddy, but faintly revealed from all directions of this black and white space. From this, Feichi can be sure that the elf's teleportation borrowed shadows, and the realm of death may have slid over the outer wall of the well-connected Hades space.
When teleportation, if you can take one more step, you may be able to enter the world of the dead, but Fitch cannot enter no matter what. When a wise creature dies, the soul will go to the corresponding place according to certain rules, and the transit station for judging the rules is considered to be the world of the dead. There are only wandering, waiting and trapped souls for some reason. Living people can use magic to visit, but any existence related to the ownership of the soul after death cannot enter the world of the dead in advance, including the devil of hell.
So, Feiqi felt the great repulsion and resistance from the surrounding area, and he had to hold Biddy's hand hard before he was thrown out by the rotating teleportation process. Fortunately, the Mishima where they were is not big, and the teleportation ended after a moment. After a closer look, Feiqi and Shani were standing in a cobbled alley.
The alleys are narrow and depressing, and this feeling mainly comes from the houses on both sides. These old wooden or brick and stone buildings are full of historical oldness, and are estimated to have been depreciated for at least two or three hundred years. They are tilted to the middle of the road from mottled and worrying angles, as if they are about to be pressed down and collapsed on pedestrians. In addition, it is full of various commodities, filled with glass windows of houses, and seem to be crowded from small panes and dumped on the alleys. There are robes for sale, telescopes for sale, and various strange witchcraft materials, such as a basket of bat spleens that emit fishy smell, and eel eyes that are packed in bottles but smell of inferior alcohol.
"Ollivand's wand shop is just south of the alley and can be found easily. You should...you can definitely read the words here." Biddy rubbed his hands: "I suggest you go to the robe shop first and change your clothes. I'll wait for you here and come back soon."
"You don't need you here, go back to the manor." Feiqi grabbed Biddy's shoulder and threw it back, and saw it turn into a afterimage and disappear into the twisted vortex of space. "I just confirmed it. The teleportation method used by the wizards is very convenient and has good security, but it is a little less confidential. Since I have understood how to use this teleportation system, I can no longer use it."
"You seem to be getting more and more powerful." Shani grabbed Feichi's arm: "Now, can I choose a wizard's robe for you? Always using illusions instead of clothes is not a very graceful act!"
"Using illusions as clothes is the emperor's privilege." Feiqi said this when he thought of "The Emperor's New Clothes", but he immediately thought that Shani couldn't understand this meme. "I have a story that I can tell you when you pick out clothes."
Feiqi thought that a story could complete the shopping process, but in fact, it took ten stories to finally stagger out of the robe store. He was wearing a black self-ironed robe, with dark gold eye-shaped tattoos on his cuffs and shoulders, representing the meaning of the eye of alertness. He chose a dark gray pointed hat, which was usually tilted softly, and when he was angry, he would immediately stand up straight. Shani chose a purple wizard casual uniform, which was said to be imitating the school uniform of a girl in the magic school. Feiqi didn't understand whether this imitation was because the school uniform had nostalgia or was particularly beautiful, or had some other effect in it.
So he chose a red weatherproof poncho for Shani, with yellow clouds on the edges decorated with yellow clouds, and drooping from shoulders to thighs. Shani said that this cloak was lively but not playful, beautiful without being dragged, and very practical, fully demonstrating Feichi's high taste.
Feiqi said that the highest taste in his life was to find Shani, and the others were not worth mentioning.
The two flattered each other, not caring about the lone dog that was about to die. Their outfits could fit well into the surrounding environment, and at least other wizards passing by would no longer cast curious eyes. So after they left the robe shop, they could slept leisurely and buy some safe, that is, they would not explode or fart-fucking snacks to eat.
The ice cream shop is good. They selected several interesting products and tried them. There were many people gathered at the entrance of the flying broom store, and they discussed it enthusiastically around a new product called Wizard Punk 2077. It was probably "This is so amazing. The brooms used to be eaten ashes!" "No, I must bring out the liver of this broom. Dark Night Bats, wait for death!"
Is it comfortable to sit on a stick? Feiqi shook his head, a little uncomprehensible to the wizards. At least he doesn't like the feeling of not having a seat under his butt, but a hard stick. Anyway, he has solved his own flight problem, so he pulled Shani, who was also incomprehensible, and continued to walk forward and came to the Ollivander Wand Store.
This is a three-story house. In addition to the exquisite and neat door head of the first floor, the other two layers look dilapidated and patched with patches on the walls and windows. It seems that someone has exploded from the inside, and it must be more than twenty years old. How severe is the procrastination of this wand shop owner? It has not been repaired for more than twenty years?
Feiqi pushed open the relatively new glass door and went in. The door frame hit the bell, making a crisp sound. "Wait, I'll go there right away." A sentence came from the depths of the store.
"Don't hurry." Feiqi lifted his robe and walked carefully through the narrow and crowded cargo. It was full of wands, all in paper boxes of different sizes, and then densely piled on wooden shelves, with a thin layer of dust on it, which seemed to be shaky. In fact, the fall may have happened, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why boxes were piled up on the ground. When Feiqi passed by, some boxes would suddenly shake, like mice hidden inside. However, when the owner came to the front desk, this strange phenomenon disappeared.
"I am Garrick Ollivander, the best wand maker." That was an old man with a hunchback, half-bald head, and deep eyes looking up and down behind the monocle glasses. "A wizard I have never seen before, exudes an exotic style. It seems that you came from other places."
"That's right." Feiqi said: "I heard that if I want the best wand, I'm going to come here. Are I here right?"
"There is no best wand, only the most suitable one." Ollivand: "Many people can make wands, but I have some experience in choosing wands for users, or finding a suitable master for wands. What is your name? Put your arm out."
Feichi stretched out her arm, and then Olivandra went over to measure it with a soft ruler. "My name is Feichi St. Hall. Does the name have anything to do with what kind of clutches I want to use?"
"It doesn't matter, it's just for communication, and I can remember the wands by name. I remember every wand sold, and of course their owners. Oh, from the arm you are in high position, and it must be the Emperor of the Magic Empire who came to visit."
"You are right, but is it an arm or a name that will finally determine my identity?"
"It's the arm. Emperor, the length of the king's arm can be used to determine the weights and measures." Ollivand put a soft tape around his neck, took out a caliper and began to measure the data of Fitch's palm. "I just joked just now, of course it was confirmed by my name. If I could see my identity from my arms, I would pass the divination class when I was in school. Please stick out my tongue."
Feige sticks out his tongue, Ollivander looks around and asks him to take it back. "After reading the tongue coating, do you still need to grab the pulse? I can't grasp my pulse accurately - let me say it in advance."
"I have been trying to restore this skill through pulse, but I have never succeeded." Ollivand sighed, his voice full of regret. "If it succeeds, I don't need customers to try so many wands. Wait for me, I have an idea."
He put down the ruler and quickly found a cardboard box on the shelf. After opening it, he handed the dark brown wood wand inside to Fitch: "Walnut, 11 inches, the core of the wand is the beard of a cat and leopard. I always think you are cat-tied..."
Feiqi picked up the wand, and it ignited spontaneously, like a large match. In just two seconds, the walnut and cat leopard beard turned into a pile of ashes, and the flames did not hurt Feiqi's palm at all.
Chapter completed!