Harry Potter and the Old Ones

In the merchant ship's kitchen, Voldemort, who had slowly stretched his stomach, finally took a break. He put down the pickled fish meat with only fish bones left in his hand, and began to look around in the kitchen for water to drink.

The fish and pickles just now were too salty, and I didn't feel it when I first ate them. After eating and drinking, a faint dryness in the mouth and a burning feeling in the throat gradually came over, making Voldemort unbearable. .

Voldemort opened the lid of a wooden barrel on the stove in the kitchen and found a stream of water inside.

Voldemort picked up a bowl, scooped out a bowl of water and drank it.

The water smelled of dust and mold, but it relieved his thirst. ,

When Voldemort drank the third bowl, suddenly a voice came from the entrance of the kitchen——

"Yeah? Who are you?"

Voldemort was startled, dropped the water bowl in his hand, took out his wand, and pointed at the source of the sound——

Standing in the dark doorway of the kitchen was a girl who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. She had weird long blue hair and a tall wizard's pointed hat on her head. She was wearing very skimpy clothes. A piece of purple and white gauze, holding a crystal staff taller than herself in her hand.

"What happened, Varta?" a rough voice asked.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of "吭哧吭姧", and a tall knight covered in tight armor walked out from behind the girl, and a stone man holding a giant axe, shining with orange light.

"Who are you?"

Apparently the tall knight and the giant axe-stone man also saw Voldemort. The tall knight immediately pushed the girl named Valta behind him, then pulled out the sword hanging from his waist and stood between Voldemort and the girl with the giant axe-stone man.

"Wait a minute, Stone, Yiligo, wait a minute!" The girl named Valta suddenly stopped the giant axe-stone man and the tall knight, and then asked Voldemort, "You, um. This gentleman, too. Are you here to look for Kadasi?”

Kadasi?

Voldemort made doubtful calculations in his heart.

This name made him feel familiar yet strange, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

etc.

He seemed to have seen it somewhere.

"The unknown Kadath?" Voldemort asked tentatively.

"As expected." The girl named Valta let out a loud sigh, then patted the stone man and the knight in front of him, "Put your weapons away first. He is not an enemy. He has the same purpose as us."

The giant ax stone man and the tall knight seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally decided to trust the girl's judgment, but did not completely let down their guard. The stone man carried the giant ax on his shoulders, and the tall knight did not put away his sword, but He stuck his sword on the wooden floor in front of him.

"Hello, my name is Valta, Valta Yinshantris, this stone warrior is Gaotong, this knight calls himself Yiligo, we also have a companion named Wendy Ingraf, she is a riding knight The gryphon's Charming Rat Tribe, she and her gryphon are now in the cabin where we are resting. Checking our necessary items, you are..."

"Voldemort." Voldemort answered briefly.

"Hello, this is the first time we meet, but please allow me to say sorry." Valta Yinshantris seemed to be very sociable and asked, "I really can't tell which race you belong to? I wonder if I can tell you. origin? So that we can cooperate sincerely in the future."

"I come from beyond the Dreamland." Voldemort replied briefly.

"Oh, I see, that's it, you are a dreamer." Valta Yinshantris said with sudden realization, and then wisely did not continue to ask further questions.

"I wonder how much you know about Kadath?" Valta Yinshantris asked cautiously, "If your purpose is to find the secret realm of Kadath, then we have the same purpose, and maybe we can cooperate. After all, this The road is extremely dangerous, one more person means more strength."

"Oh?" Voldemort said a long "oh" and then raised his non-existent eyebrows, "How much information do you know about Kadasi?"

Although Voldemort's main goal is to trade with the high priest of the Moon Beast clan for the Sky Gold, Liquid Silver and Pillar Copper required for the ritual of becoming a god, even with Voldemort's pride, he is still not sure that he can obtain it from the Moon Beast with 100% safety. The high priest of the clan obtained enough sky gold, liquid silver and pillar copper in exchange.

At this time, the team looking for the secret realm of Kadasi seemed so timely and appropriate.

At least more detailed information about the Moon Beast Clan can be extracted from their mouths.

These people can even be exchanged as slaves to the Moon Beast Clan.

"We know that Dreamland is probably on the top of a high mountain deep in Leng Yuan." Valta Yinshantris seemed to be acting as a diplomat of the team and answered, "We also got several information about the small towns where people live in Leng Yuan. The intelligence will prevent us from running into the hands of moon beasts and Leng Yuan residents when we are searching for them on Leng Yuan.”

"A small town for residents of Leng Yuan?" Voldemort asked in surprise, and then pretended to be calm and asked, "There are probably several places. I mean...are these small towns densely distributed?"

"It's not particularly dense." Valta Yinshantris replied, "There are only about three places in the entire Leng Plain, one in the southwest of Benna Harbor and two deeper in the Leng Plain."

Voldemort nodded and said after listening.

"What about you?" Valta Yinshantris asked, "Don't you know what information you have about Kadasi?"

"I know the landforms around Kadath." Voldemort recalled what was in Tiera's notes, "and... I had a very brief dream about Kadath-related scenes."

"What?" The tall iron knight Irigo, who had been silent from the beginning, made a shocked voice, "You mean you dreamed about Kadasi?"

"Yes." Voldemort continued to describe what happened in Tiera's notes, "I remember it was sunset and I lay on the small wooden rocking chair in my courtyard and slept lightly for a while. Under the shining of the setting sun, I seemed to have traveled through time. The water curtain of reality and fantasy suddenly sank into the great and glorious city - those high walls, those temples, those colonnades and those arch bridges built with textured marble - all shone with splendor and glory. A wonderful radiance; fountains with silver bases gushed out in prismatic light in broad squares and fragrant gardens."

“Graceful and elegant trees, flower beds and ivory statues line both sides of the wide streets; layers of red roofs and old pointed gables climb the northern hillside, paving the way for grass-green cobblestones below. The alleys of the buildings provide a shelter. This city is the favor of the gods; it is the ceremonial music played by the trumpets of heaven, the resonant notes emitted by the collision of cymbals in the world of gods. The mysterious atmosphere envelopes this city, like a dark cloud. It’s like being shrouded in a mountain range that no one visits and only exists in legends.”