radicalducati Chapter 43: Revising the Hidden Meaning of Jia Ma's Slaying of Dobi
Chapter 43: Revising the Hidden Meaning of Jia Ma's Slaying of Dobi
Picking up where we left off. The brother Harry mentioned was none other than Dai Zong, the Swift-Footed Protector, who served as the jailer of the two prisons in Jiangzhou.
Although Dean Dai's martial arts skills were ordinary, he was proficient in a unique technique called "Divine Speed Technique," a skill unique among the 108 heroes of Liangshan.
Harry was eager to learn this supernatural power, and Dai Zong was willing to teach him everything he knew. After several days of hard practice, Scarface was finally able to learn about 70-80% of it.
Hermione, curious after hearing Harry's words, asked, "What is a 'jiama'?"
Harry chuckled, "Words cannot describe the wonder of this thing; you must see it for yourself."
He told Hermione about the items needed for the armory, and added, "I only have some jingling Galleons in my pocket, but I haven't put in many pounds. Sister, you'll need to help me out."
Hermione's parents were both dentists and they were quite well-off, so a few dollars didn't bother her. Hermione nodded and said, "It's alright, you just buy it, I'll pay for it."
Lady Granger, who was standing nearby, frowned slightly and gave Hermione a light kick.
Even if you have a very good relationship, you can't forget about money. There should be boundaries between friends.
As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father, and no one knows a mother better than her daughter. Hermione, feeling pointed out, protested, "Mom! Harry and I are friends. Talking about money is an insult to our friendship."
"Hey! Hermione, Mom didn't say anything."
Harry, upon hearing this, bowed and said, "How could Madam regard Harry as such a miser? How could I possibly take advantage of my elder sister?"
"Ahem!"
Mrs. Granger looked embarrassed and said no more.
It is:
Harry wanted to buy some pounds, but Hermione didn't have any, so she generously opened her purse.
The respected mother secretly worries while openly calculating accounts; the sworn brotherhood is a source of shame for the old lady.
Enough of this rambling.
Harry and Hermione went to buy their belongings and then returned to Privet Drive to pack their bags. They were all ready in no time and went to Granger's house.
Once inside, the Grangers served tea, and Harry and his wife set out items such as cinnabar, yellow paper, and calligraphy brushes on the table.
Harry said, "Elder sister, go and pack your luggage and get everything ready. Once I've finished binding this armor, we'll set off on our journey."
Hermione, unsuspecting, nodded and turned to leave.
The scarred man dipped his brush in cinnabar, and with silver hooks and iron strokes, he wrote an imperial edict. His brush moved like dragons and snakes, outlining an armored cavalry general with a gleam of gold. In the very center of the edict, the three characters "Eight Hundred Li" resembled a crimson sunset.
Once the vermilion had completely dried and the yellow paper had been polished, Harry finally stopped writing and rubbed his sore arm.
Hermione saw the paper talisman, picked it up and examined it closely, but couldn't recognize it at all. "Harry, is this the paper talisman you were talking about? How could a piece of paper send us from London to Devon?"
Harry laughed and said, "Big sister will know once she uses it."
He finished his cup of black tea, picked up his luggage, and prepared to leave with Hermione.
Mrs. Granger, who was frying meat, called out, "Mr. Potter, why don't you and Hermione have breakfast before you leave?"
Harry cupped his hands and said, "I am deeply grateful for your kindness, Madam, but I am bound by armor and cannot have any meat. I hope you will forgive me."
Having said that, he took his leave, having troubled him.
Hermione also bid farewell to her parents, picked up her luggage, and followed closely behind Harry.
Once outside, the two found an open space. Harry took out four talismans and bound two legs to each of them.
He then took four more and gave them to Hermione, saying, "Elder sister, you only need to follow my example when you put them on."
Hermione took the armor and did as instructed.
Just as they were binding them, a loud "snap" was heard, and Dobby, wrapped in an oily rag, appeared. Upon seeing Harry and Meghan, he screamed in terror, "What is Mr. Potter going to do?"
"Please, Dobby really didn't lie to you, sir... Hogwarts is extremely dangerous..."
Dobby pleaded desperately, tears welling in his eyes. Even in his ugly state, he evoked a sense of pity.
Harry knew this fellow was elusive and difficult to kill, but he ignored him, made a hand gesture, and said in Middle Chinese:
"I beseech the Six Ding and Six Jia Gods, white clouds and crane feathers, soaring spirits. Clouds rise beneath your feet, swift as the wind, as I fly through the azure sky. I am commanded by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden!"
Having recited the incantation, Harry swept his hand across Hermione's leg and shouted, "Big sister, don't close your eyes! Follow me!"
Hermione was still in shock when Harry vanished in the blink of an eye. When she went to look for him, he was already waiting at the intersection dozens of meters away.
A sudden panic gripped her, and she took off after him, calling out, "Wait for me, Harry—" Before she could finish speaking, she was already beside Harry in the blink of an eye.
"Good heavens! What kind of magic is this?!" Hermione's eyes widened. "An acceleration charm carved into paper?"
"No, this speed is already far exceeding that of an acceleration spell!"
Hearing her muttering to herself, Harry snapped, "Big sister, don't get distracted!"
"Okay, sure."
The two of them pulled their legs away, leaving only a trail of dust before disappearing without a trace.
Dobby stared in disbelief, then tugged at his long ears again. "No, Dobby couldn't keep Mr. Potter with him again."
"Idiot Dobby! Moron Dobby—"
"Dobby can't let his life be in danger!"
Dobby talked to himself for a while, then snapped his fingers and followed Harry's trail.
Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione, clad in their armor, charged forward. All they could hear was the sound of wind and rain, and the houses and trees on both sides seemed to be collapsing in rows. Under their feet, it was as if clouds and mist were rushing by.
The Snow White was curled up in the cage, like a snowball. Her head was buried, her feet were tucked in, and her hundreds of feathers were densely packed together, leaving no gaps, for fear that Harry would speed up and the fierce wind would tear her jade-carved, snow-white body into flying fluff.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the two had already left London.
Just then, a series of shrill screams rang in his ears. Looking closely, he saw Dobby flitting about, seemingly trying to exchange a few words with Harry.
"gentlemen--"
"don't want--"
Please—
"Dobby—"
Hermione was shocked. "Harry, does Dobby really have an owner? This completely shatters my understanding of house-elves."
This repeated harassment from Dobby fueled Harry's anger. He roared, "Eldest sister, go ahead! I'll chop this wretched bone and come right back!"
Having said that, he spun around, drew his sword, and leaped towards Dobby.
Seeing this, Dobby resorted to his old tricks again, snapping his fingers and using the teleportation technique.
Unfortunately, Harry's legs were protected by the "Eight Hundred Miles" armor. Dobby had barely moved when Scarface appeared beside him, slashing with his sword.
Harry moved with lightning speed, his blade swooping down like a hawk swooping down on a rabbit. With a flash of light and a hissing sound, the blade sliced through an invisible gust of wind in mid-air, heading straight for Dobby's head.
Suddenly, with a loud thud, Dobby reappeared not far away, screaming in alarm.
"The master must have used magic!"
"But you didn't bring a wand?"
Why didn't the Ministry of Magic send anyone?
Dobi muttered to himself, his teeth itching with hatred. He took two more sets of armor from his bosom and tied them to his legs. The edict, though cryptic, read "five thousand li".
The sect has a divine speed talisman that can travel eight hundred miles, and a phantom can shift a hundred feet away. Blade light chases the shifting shadow, and a gale carries away whispered words. Changing armor and horses for five thousand miles, even the Qiankun Shift technique cannot withstand it. To know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter.