RNP Chapter 21 The thieving demon spouts outrageous prices
Chapter 21 The thieving demon spouts outrageous prices
Hermione didn't fight during the flying lesson brawl; she only tried to stop it. As a result, the first-year Gryffindor students distanced themselves from her.
Unless absolutely necessary, I don't want to talk to her.
Hermione was only eleven years old; how could she possibly bear being treated like this?
During class, she would raise her hand and try to answer questions even if the professor didn't call on her.
She thought that once she got the points, she could reconcile with everyone. But the more she did that, the more displeased everyone became. Now, not only do they not speak to her, but they also avoid her at all costs.
Seeing that she looked emaciated and haggard, Harry advised, "Why are you treating yourself like this, sister? You're ruining your health."
Hermione forced a smile and said, "It's okay, Harry, I've just been having a bit of trouble sleeping lately."
"If you're so easily offended, I'll go and talk to those bastards! How can a hero treat his brothers and sisters with such indifference!"
Ron listened silently.
Hermione was grateful to Harry, but fearing it might backfire, she hurriedly tried to dissuade him, "No! This is my own business, let me handle it myself."
Seeing that she was determined, Harry had no choice but to give up.
That weekend, Harry invited Ron and Hermione to go for a run.
Just as they stepped out of the castle, Flitwick came running towards them.
Harry bowed and said, "Who is the professor looking for? Why is he in such a hurry?"
Flitwick laughed, "Of course it's you, Harry, your weapon is ready."
Harry was overjoyed. "Is that really so? I hope the professor will take me to Nottingham!"
"Oh, darling, that's why I came to see you. I'll help you with your leave of absence application—"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry had already picked up Flitwick, tucked him under his arm, and run towards the castle exit.
In just a few breaths, he disappeared, leaving Ron and Hermione stunned.
Ron scratched his head. "Uh... Hermione, wanna go for a run? I think I understand now why Harry's always wanted to build weapons. When you can't use spells skillfully, physical fitness is definitely more important."
"No, I haven't finished the paper Professor Snape assigned." Hermione shook her head, then earnestly added, "I suggest you come with me, Ron. You don't want to lose points in Professor Snape's class again, do you?"
Seeing her talking about points, Ron was displeased. "Forget it, what's the big deal about losing a few points!" With that, he ran off.
Hermione watched his retreating figure, annoyed, and said, "You all have absolutely no regard for the honor of the Academy!"
While Ron and Hermione parted on bad terms, Harry was overjoyed to arrive in Nottingham.
They went to the crypt again, knocked on the door, and found Legnac already waiting for them.
"Good morning, esteemed Savior. Have you come to collect your weapon?"
Hearing his respectful words, Harry laughed and said, "If you had been this obedient from the beginning, why would I have had to fight you?"
Legnack lowered his head and obediently replied, "Yes, Mr. Potter, I'm glad you don't mind."
Once inside and seeing Legnark in his entirety, Harry exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! How come you only have one ear left? Did Nottingham not have a good doctor to treat you?"
Legnack touched the hole in his ear and said with a half-smile, "Oh, please don't mind, Mr. Potter, I just felt I should leave this mark."
"That way, every morning when I wake up, the first thing I think of is Mr. Potter."
His words were barbed, but Harry just sneered, "You're spouting nonsense again. If you want to take my life, I'll be waiting for you."
Legnac ignored him and instead took a long strip of silk-wrapped cloth from the cabinet behind him and placed it on the table. "Your weapon, Mr. Potter."
Harry opened it and saw a white frost mithril ring knife.
The blade, about three feet long, exuded a chilling aura; a light flick of the finger produced a dragon's roar. Its surface gleamed with a bluish light, double-edged, with a shimmering blood groove. The hilt was wrapped in red silk, easily held in the hand, its incantations coiled and glowing eerily. At first glance, it appeared simple and unadorned; upon closer inspection, its sharpness was concealed and its power diminished.
The ring knife weighed about six or seven pounds. Although it was difficult for Harry to wield, he loved it dearly.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "What a fine weapon! It's even better than my old snowflake-patterned iron saber!"
If you ask why I say this, it's because of a past life's entanglement. Scarface and Wu Xingzhe were hiding in Shizipo when the authorities came to investigate. The mother demon and her husband then took some of the ascetic's belongings and taught them how to disguise themselves and avoid being seen.
Scarface wore a rosary of 108 human skull beads, while Martial Arts Monk picked up his ordination certificate and documents. Two snowflake-patterned iron swords were each held by one of them.
It was precisely because the brothers were of one mind that their strength could break metal. Although the monk's knife was broken in two, the two brothers remained inseparable. Along their journey, they fought countless battles, accumulating much negative karma, earning them the nicknames "The Wu Family Duo" and "The Yin-Yang Monk."
Harry played with the ring-handled knife, delighted. Seeing this, Legnack said slowly, "Mr. Potter, I'm actually quite curious, why do you want a knife that's over a meter long?"
"It must be quite strenuous for you to use now, right?"
Harry sheathed his knife and said, "I know what I'm doing, and you don't need to say anything more about this."
It's true that tall people have their own fighting style, and short people have their own advantages. In the past, there was a man on Liangshan nicknamed "Short-legged Tiger". He was short and stocky, less than five feet tall, but he was very skilled with weapons.
Harry had sparred with him and had already learned all the secrets of this short, ruthless fighter.
Harry slung the knife over his shoulder and said, "This knife is excellent. Name your price!"
"Ten thousand Galleons."
This wicked demon was sure to shock people with his words; Flitwick's eyes widened in shock, and his soul nearly left his body.
Ten thousand Galleons?!
Does he think I'm stupid?!
"Are you kidding me, Legnak?" Flitwick narrowed his eyes. "Even the Gryffindor sword wouldn't cost ten thousand Galleons."
Harry, upon hearing this, shouted angrily, "What kind of bird knife is this, costing so much money!"
"I'd buy one for thirty copper naats, and it can cut meat and tofu. What's so great about your bird knife that you dare ask for ten thousand gold gallons!"
Legnak scoffed, "This isn't some random kitchen knife made from scrap metal; it's a magical weapon crafted from precious materials!"
"The entire knife is forged from mithril and fine iron, tempered with the blood of a Spanish serpent serpent, and the strips of cloth on the hilt are woven from unicorn tail hair, with the most ancient Latin incantations on them..."
Legnac rattled off a string of words: "Finally! I used the most classic and ancient fairy forging method! Do you understand?!"
There's a saying: Scarface sincerely sought the precious sword, while the thieving demon demanded an exorbitant price. What's the difference between a weapon worth ten thousand gold gallons and an ordinary kitchen utensil? Only by using every rare and precious material can a sharp weapon be forged to display a hero's prowess. Just how much is this ring-shaped sword worth? Find out in the next chapter.