boyutpedia Chapter 178 Reading Pornographic Books: Salazar Seeks God
Chapter 178 Reading Pornographic Books: Salazar Seeks God
Chapter 179 (6k long chapter) Salazar Seeks God by Reading Pornographic Books
Meanwhile, Scarface transformed into a mirage and, instead of riding the Hogwarts Express, rode the clouds back to Privet Drive.
As they landed, the Dursleys opened their gate.
Just as Vernon was about to start the car, he suddenly saw a blurry figure in front of him. In a flash, he saw Harry standing beside him.
The fat man was so frightened that his whole body trembled like jelly, and he almost broke the car keys in his hand in two.
"Oh God! You're back?!"
He exclaimed, his dark eyes darting about in the crevices of his fat, scanning Harry from head to toe three times before exclaiming in delight:
"You got fired?"
"Were you still disciplined?"
Harry chuckled, "You filthy scoundrel, you're always thinking I'll die a violent death out there, but I'll never grant your wish! Now hurry up and pack my things!"
Having said that, he simply waved his hand over his chest, and the suitcase cage seemed to leap out of the pendant box around his neck as if it were alive, startling the sycamore leaves along the roadside.
When Penny saw that he had openly used magic, she was terrified that someone would see it, and her face turned ashen, her neck twisting from side to side like the head of a crane in the wind.
Seeing that all the windows and doors of his neighbors were tightly closed, he finally caught his breath, rubbing his thin, bony chest.
Vernon, however, had swollen into a purplish-red face, his temples bulging with veins like earthworms, and he opened his blood-red mouth, spewing out thunderous curses.
"I think I told you that, kid!"
"Stop playing those little tricks of yours outside!"
"Take your things and get out! Get out of my house!"
Vernon cursed fiercely, spittle flying everywhere.
Harry's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he was about to lash out when he suddenly heard a deafening roar from afar, like hundreds of thunderclaps in the sky, instantly silencing Vernon's words.
The Dursleys turned to look, only to see a motorcycle speeding towards them.
Completely black, with tires the size of millstones, it was covered from head to toe in a dense, impenetrable layer, kicking up a trail of dust, and certainly had a formidable presence.
When Dudley saw it, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "It's Batman!"
"What bats?!" Vernon covered his ears with both hands, glaring angrily as he cursed, "Those damned hippies!"
"Sooner or later, I'll be hit and killed like a stray dog on the street—"
Vernon was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly stopped, swallowing the rest of the sentence.
It turned out that the motorcycle had stopped right in front of his house.
The man on the platform was dressed in tight black clothes and had his face covered by an iron helmet, making it impossible to see his features.
He alighted from the car with a powerful and imposing gait, exuding an air of authority and a hint of banditry. It was clear at a glance that he was not a peaceful and virtuous person.
When Vernon saw this menacing figure heading straight for his group, his muscular face froze instantly. He forced a smile and stammered:
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean anything by that to you."
"I was just—just saying it offhand."
He stammered and explained for a long time, but the man seemed not to hear him at all, and strode past him directly to Harry.
He ripped off his helmet, revealing a disheveled face with a beard and hair that, though weathered by time, still grinned broadly.
"Long time no see, Harry!"
When Daddy saw the man's true face, he couldn't help but purse his lips. This face was completely different from the Batman he had imagined.
Penny saw it clearly, but it was as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight. All the color drained from her face, and she began to tremble violently.
Do you know who this bearded, burly man is?
It was Sirius Black!
The man had been waiting for Harry at Platform 9¾, but after all the students had left, he still hadn't seen his godson.
Fortunately, Ron and Hermione explained the situation to him, and he learned that Harry had disguised himself as an Animagus and returned alone on a cloud.
Without delay, he hopped on his motorcycle and headed straight for Privet Road to search for her.
Harry was overjoyed to see his godfather arrive and quickly stepped forward, bowing and saying:
"Oh dear! What brings Godfather here?"
Upon hearing his "godfather's" words, Vernon's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he blurted out:
"You have a godfather?!"
The fat fellow muttered something in surprise and uncertainty, then straightened his back and his arrogant expression returned.
"That would be wonderful!"
"Sir, please take your godson away immediately!"
"I've put up with him for thirteen years!"
Upon hearing this, Blake narrowed his eyes, scrutinized Vernon from head to toe, and then scoffed:
"Leave? On what grounds?"
"I'm here to keep my godson company."
Then he whispered in Harry's ear, "Professor Dumbledore has already told me that you spend about half a month with your aunt every year."
"Instead of leaving you here all alone, I think I'd rather keep you company."
Upon hearing this, Vernon flew into a rage and roared:
"Shut up! My house isn't a homeless shelter!"
"Nobody's going to stay in my house!"
He was about to utter some more harsh words, but Penny turned pale and tremblingly grabbed his sleeve, saying:
"Honey, darling, stop talking..."
"What are you afraid of, Penny!" Vernon clenched his fists, which were made of two mounds of fat, and struck a crooked punching stance. "I didn't get all these muscles for nothing!"
"He's that serial killer who murdered thirteen people!"
Vernon froze, as if struck by lightning, feeling that Blake's now energetic face was gradually overlapping with the gaunt criminal he had seen on television before.
In an instant, the man's legs began to tremble violently, his face drained of color like lard, and he hurriedly pulled his wife and children behind him, panting heavily as he said:
"Get out! Get out of here!"
"Otherwise, I'll call the police!"
Harry, enraged that these two had slandered his godfather, leaped out, pointed at them, and shouted:
"You two bastards, what filth are you spewing from your mouths! My godfather has already been exonerated, how dare you throw dirty water on him again!"
"Do you intend to eat my monk's knife?!"
Blake's eyes darted around, and suddenly he leaped in front of Vernon, his large, steel-like hand grabbing Vernon's collar as he grinned maliciously:
"Behave yourself!"
"To tell you the truth, Queen Elizabeth II is my aunt, and Minister of Magic Fudge is my brother!"
"Even if I slit your throat today and rip out your heart to eat as a snack, I won't spend half a day in prison!"
The roar was like the cry of a night owl, the hoarse wail of a demon, terrifying the Dursleys to the point of utter panic.
Harry, having overheard this, quickly reminded him:
"Father's words are somewhat inappropriate. If you want to use the heart and liver to accompany the wine, they must be dissected alive to be fresh and tender. If you kill the person first, the blood will congeal inside, and the taste will be inferior."
"If the knowledgeable gourmets in the martial arts world knew this, they would laugh at me for not knowing how to appreciate fine food."
His eloquent speech terrified Penny, making her legs go weak and nearly causing her to collapse to the ground.
Nadal hurriedly pulled his clothes tighter to cover his flesh, fearing that Harry would lust after him.
Upon hearing this, Blake's expression became even more strange, and he turned his head, saying in a complicated manner:
"Harry, that's a bit scary. I was just saying it offhand..."
Seeing that everyone was completely distracted, Harry shook his head like a willow swaying in the wind and sighed, "Fine, fine, I won't say anything more."
"You damned scoundrel, why aren't you moving my belongings back to my room intact? As long as there's a cup of tea and a meal, I'll settle the bill with you myself; not a single penny will be short!"
As if waking from a dream, Black suddenly pulled a crumpled wad of pounds from his pocket and threw it into Vernon's arms.
"And mine too!"
Although Vernon was unwilling, he had been so frightened earlier that he was almost scared out of his wits, and now he could only shrink back and mutter meekly:
"I'm not going to watch over this motorcycle for you."
"Ha! I never said I needed you to look after my motorcycle."
Blake snapped his fingers nonchalantly, and from where his knuckles cracked, two puffs of white smoke appeared out of thin air, with Dobby and Kreacher standing on either side, bowing low.
The two house-elves, instead of paying their respects to Black first, bowed to Harry in unison, as if they were old servants meeting their former master.
Good morning, Mr. Harry Potter!
"Greetings, Master Potter."
When Penny saw these two long-eared, bald monsters, she thought they were truly hideous.
She had never seen such a ghostly thing before. Her three souls were scattered and her seven spirits flew into the air. She cried out "God!", her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed limply into Vernon's arms.
When Vernon saw his wife faint, an inexplicable anger surged to his head, and even his fear of Blake vanished from his mind.
His eyes widened, his beard bristled, and he roared:
"I will never let that weird thing live in my house!"
Blake sneered at this, casually plucked a strand of hair, placed it in his palm, and cast a Transfiguration spell, instantly transforming it into a gleaming dagger.
He pointed the knife at Vernon's nose, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Do you want to be the fourteenth person to die by my hand?!"
"We haven't settled the score yet for how you abused my son!"
The blade flashed like snow, making Vernon's face turn bluish. He immediately fell silent, his thick lips trembling, and dared not utter another word of protest.
Seeing that he had backed down, Blake finally let out a snort from his nose.
She cast a lock-picking spell on the door, and with a click, the latch fell off. She then grabbed Harry's arm and strode inside as if it were her own house.
From that time on, Black and the two house-elves settled down in Dursley House.
Black was quite capable; he simply took over the cupboard where Harry used to live. He cast a spatial expansion spell, and the cramped room instantly expanded tenfold.
Not to mention people, even his motorcycle could be parked steadily in it, which was truly extraordinary.
Kreacher and Dobby, the two servants, were also assigned duties, one in charge of sweeping the courtyard and the other in charge of the kitchen, taking over all of Petunia's work.
At first, Vernon avoided the food and wine cooked by the house-elf like the plague, refusing to even sniff it, and took his wife and children out to eat for three days in a row.
Because Dalit had also become obese, they couldn't find a single pair of school trousers that fit him even after searching all of Smetine High School. As a result, the family of three ate and drank only vegetarian food.
You should know that this Dali was a glutton, but after not having any oil or meat for several days, he was already starving.
Even when bathing, if one looks in the mirror and sees one's own fair and plump body, one's mouth will water.
Until that night, Harry and Black had a late-night snack and cooked some meat patties.
Nadal, drawn by the aroma, nearly knelt before Kreacher, but managed to get three or five sheets, which he devoured as if they were dates.
Once they started eating, it was like a flood that had been released from its dam, and they couldn't stop. No matter how much Vernon and Penny pleaded and scolded them, they just kept thinking about eating the food cooked by the house-elf.
The couple had no choice but to go home together and eat together, even though they felt uncomfortable.
Penny was initially terrified, and whenever Kreacher and Dobby made the slightest movement, she would jump away like a startled rabbit.
Sometimes he would hold up a frying pan and watch from a distance, afraid that they might damage the items in the house.
One day, Dobby was wiping the furniture when he saw Penny blocking his way. He then spoke in a high-pitched voice, bowing and saying, "Excuse me, madam."
From then on, Penny was treated like a noblewoman who had been served by a maid, and she gradually became more and more accustomed to it.
His attitude towards this magic was completely different from before. Even when he saw an owl carrying a letter through the window, he would only raise his eyelids and no longer act as if he had screamed in surprise.
"Dobby, please make me a cup of black tea."
"Yes, Mrs. Dursley."
Upon hearing the order, Dobby snapped his fingers, and the teapot on the table immediately tilted itself, pouring out a cup of fragrant tea as black as amber.
It floated gently into the air and landed steadily in Penny's hands as she sat on the sofa reading the newspaper.
Penny took the tea, sipped it lightly, and couldn't help but sigh. She felt a warm current flowing through her internal organs, and every part of her body felt comfortable.
Magic is really useful.
Not to mention house-elves, creatures that serve wizards.
What kind of life did Lily lead before?
Suddenly remembering her deceased sister, Penny felt a pang of sadness in her heart, and her eyes glazed over.
Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard the copper bell outside the door ringing. Penny quickly composed herself, put down her teacup and newspaper, straightened her clothes, and went to answer the door.
When I pushed open the door, I saw a postman standing on the steps, holding a square, heavy blue cloth package.
"Hello, this is a package from No. 4, Privet Road. Please sign for it."
Penny was taken aback. "But we didn't order anything!"
The postman frowned, examined the handwriting on the package from all angles, and then called out:
"Doesn't Mr. Harry Potter live here?"
Upon hearing the name "Harry Potter," Penny felt a pang of unease, as if pricked by a needle, but quickly put on a smile and took the package, saying:
"Just leave it to me. Harry Potter is my nephew."
The postman shrugged. "Well, ma'am, I suppose your nephew must be very popular."
Penny, who was signing her name, snorted through her nose when she heard this. "Did you figure that out from a package?"
"Of course, I've been delivering mail in this Privet Road area for twelve years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a package from China."
Upon hearing the mention of China, Penny quickly looked down to check the address and indeed saw that it was marked as "Chinese territory".
The sender's signature read "Qiu Zhang," which seemed to be a young woman's name.
After seeing the postman off, Penny held the package and hesitated for a long time before finally handing it to Dobby, who was standing to the side.
"Go and give it to Harry, Dobby."
"Yes, Madam!"
Dobby responded, snapped his fingers, and instantly appeared in front of Harry's door.
He straightened the tea towel on his chest, respectfully knocked on the door knocker, and announced loudly:
"Mr. Harry Potter! You have a package from China!"
As soon as Dobby finished speaking, the door burst open.
Harry took the package and hurriedly untied it to look inside. Sure enough, it was the book "Jin Ping Mei"!
It was the item he had asked Cho Chang for during the previous Quidditch match.
Harry moved the book aside, revealing a letter underneath. Unfolding it, the ink was delicate and graceful, clearly Cho Chang's own handwriting:
I'm sorry, Harry, I haven't been able to find an English version of *Jin Ping Mei*, and my English level isn't good enough to translate the book perfectly, so I think you'll probably need to find a translation scholar who is proficient in Chinese.
If you have any further questions, please write to me.
By the way, you'd better not read this book when there are other people around.
Harry read the letter, then folded it up and tucked it aside. He reached out and picked up the copy of "Jin Ping Mei," first examining it from head to toe.
Dear reader, what does that book look like? It's utterly tattered and worn, with the frayed edges of the pages curled up like a crow spreading its wings, clearly an old object that has weathered more than a decade of wind and rain.
When he opened the book, he found it filled with simplified Chinese characters, all of which were obscure and left him completely bewildered, unable to decipher them at all.
Harry thought to himself: I have often heard that writing is like a river, flowing endlessly for thousands of years. Some of the characters in front of me are recognizable, while others are like celestial script. They must be the form that the Middle Chinese script has evolved over thousands of years.
Not knowing this, he went to the library and brought back a translated book.
From then on, he studied diligently by lamplight every day, holding the original scroll in his left hand and the book in his right, scrutinizing and pondering every word and sentence.
He stayed up day and night, so engrossed in the words that seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye.
Blackburn was a fiery and impulsive man who couldn't stand being alone.
He came looking for Harry time and again, wanting to take him on a ride. But every time he bumped into him, he found him buried in books, oblivious to his surroundings.
No matter how much he tried to urge him, Harry remained as still as a meditating monk.
Blake was extremely bored and had nowhere to go, so at night he would take Dudley Flying Sky, who was eyeing his motorcycle, for a ride, which was better than nothing.
Unexpectedly, after visiting twice, Dali refused to come again and suddenly started losing weight.
As Kreacher prepared a table laden with delicacies, the fat man just stared with his bull-like eyes, gritting his teeth as he gnawed on the broccoli.
Why, you ask? Well, that night while we were out for a drive, Dudley's body was so fat and heavy that it crushed the levitation spell attached to the motorcycle!
If it weren't for Black's high level of magic and quick reflexes, Harry, the black-haired man, would probably have been sent to deliver the hairy dog.
While Black and Dudley were having a great time, Harry was also studying the entire 100-chapter version of "Jin Ping Mei" word by word using a dictionary.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the last line of the scroll, "It's no wonder that Jinlian suffered such a terrible fate, leaving a stench that will be passed down for a thousand years." He remained silent for a long time, as if he were an old monk in deep meditation.
He thought to himself: This book is really strange! It clearly remembers the origins and deeds of my eldest and second brothers, but it can't find a trace of me. Could it be that I am beyond the reach of destiny?
Moreover, the book even details the secret dealings of my two older brothers that are not for outsiders to know. Such detailed accounts could not possibly be fabricated by ordinary storytellers based on gossip.
As he was pondering this, he suddenly heard the portrait of Salazar on the wall above his bed speak:
"This book is good."
Harry was taken aback and turned around in surprise, asking, "Brother, you actually know this Chinese?"
"I don't understand it, but doesn't the book have illustrations?"
Harry's face darkened with anger. He ripped off the page from the book depicting Ximen Qing and Wu Yueniang's passionate lovemaking, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at her.
"Brother, please enjoy this!"
"Don't rush."
Salazar, unperturbed by the blow, floated over to Harry's side and said, "The contents of this book seem to have a lot to do with you."
Harry ignored him and sneered, "Brother, you have the audacity to bring up this matter today. Aren't you afraid of the divine retribution of the law of equilibrium?"
I wasn't asking a question, I was stating a statement.
Harry grew even more impatient upon hearing this and said, "Brother, if you're willing to explain the whole story clearly, then please speak frankly; if you're not willing, then don't keep beating around the bush."
"This has truly enraged me; I'll have no choice but to ignite my Samadhi Fire and send my brother on his way to the Yellow Springs!"
"See, he's in a hurry again." Salazar shook his head. "Let's make a deal, Harry."
Halemi squinted, "What kind of business does brother want to do?"
"I can tell you some more subtle things indirectly, which will help you find the truth and even kill that bastard Tom."
Harry listened to his drawing of such a large pancake, but his expression remained calm. He simply said, "What do you expect me to offer in exchange?"
"Help me find the Deathly Hallows."
"You've probably heard the story of the three brothers and Death, right? Either the Elder Wand or the Resurrection Stone will do."
Harry asked curiously, "Judging from Rowena's methods, I imagine yours are no less capable. Why then do you want to keep this damn Deathly Hallows company?"
Salazar shook his head. "I'm just a little confused about how the Invisibility Cloak and your Animagus have become one."
He floated in front of Harry, and the ink lines on the manuscript paper transformed into spells and stick figure-like drawings.
"Ever since I learned about your Animagus, I have been trying to predict the consequences of transforming into human form while wearing an invisibility cloak, but I have never been able to survive."
"So I'm really curious, how did you manage to succeed?"
Harry found it uninteresting, thinking, "I guess I'm just lucky."
Salazar shook his head. "One is one, and two is two. There's no such thing as luck that makes one and two equal."
"I only believe my conclusion: there is no possibility of survival for someone who transforms into an Animagus while wearing an invisibility cloak."
Harry was even more annoyed by his long-winded, cryptic remarks, and simply exclaimed:
"Brother, stop beating around the bush! Just say what you want to say!"
Salazar continued, "I believe the Deathly Hallows are real, but I think it's only because the Peverell brothers were three extremely powerful wizards, and the Deathly Hallows were their creation."
"You should know that throughout my life since leaving Hogwarts, I have been dedicated to searching for the existence of God."
"However, my answer before I died was: There is no God in the world."
"But your Animagus called Mirage has given me a new idea."
"You wear an invisibility cloak, which isolates you from Death's perception, allowing you to live and transform into Animagus."
Thinking of this, Salazar's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Perhaps these three Deathly Hallows were really exchanged between the Peverell brothers and Death."
(End of this chapter)