Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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Confiscated illegal funds?

No!

Under the effect of the cleansing spell, the Gallons, shining with brilliant golden light, are completely innocent. The blood debts have been repaid, and as for the magical creatures that died due to poaching, if they were aware, they would agree that Harry deserves this reward. As he spends the money, Harry feels no guilt whatsoever.

"Ha, I'm a millionaire now."

Harry held two special magic crystal cards, placing the secondary card in Furong's palm. "So, Miss Furong, now that you're a millionaire, how does it feel?"

"Someone just tried to strike up a conversation with me." Furong blinked and smiled.

"Miss Furong, with your captivating beauty, you must always be the center of attention wherever you go." Harry, not at all jealous, wrapped his arm around Furong's slender waist and scanned the hall. "But a beauty like you can only be protected by a strong warrior like me."

"Just keep being narcissistic." Furong tilted her head and leaned on Harry's shoulder. "And don't the knights who rescue princesses always end up as miserable working men?"

"Good point. I'll quit being a knight then."

"Want to be a prince?"

"No, no, no, a prince sounds too weak and effeminate. I want to be the evil dragon who kidnaps princesses."

"What?! You're still thinking about other princesses?!"

"I'm just concerned about you."

"Huh? What does that mean?" Furong, who had intended to pretend to be angry, stared blankly at Harry. His answer left her a little confused.

"You're still young. You'll understand in a couple of years."

"Okay..."

Furong, full of questions and feeling something was off, couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, so she just hazily followed Harry out of Wen Chang Palace.

"You're finally out!"

Zhang Shanfeng, who had been waiting for over half an hour outside, waved at them. He was holding a rolled-up scroll with his other arm.

"I managed to draw this for both of you while I had a little free time. The quality's not great, so don't blame me if it's not up to your expectations."

Despite his words, the confidence in his eyes was unmistakable. With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Shanfeng unfurled the scroll, revealing two figures. The man wore a dark robe, his long sleeves flowing and his collar slightly open. He stood with his hands behind his back, poised and commanding, his gaze sharp as lightning.

Beside him was a girl with silver hair, her hair styled in a simple bun. She wore a pure white robe embroidered with silver cloud patterns, adorned with a turquoise jade pendant. The loose robe still highlighted her slender figure, and the belt cinched at her waist accentuated an astonishing curve.

"Perhaps you two are unaware, but Shattered Leaf City once produced a sword immortal who was unrivaled in his time, a peerless swordsman that only appeared once in a thousand years. Though this place is a key border entrance to Europe and Africa, its prosperity isn't solely due to that."

"Shattered Leaf City has always been a hub for the sword arts, a city of immortal swords. If you come here and don't wear our traditional clothes or ride a flying sword through the clouds, it would be a real shame."

"I saw you two as a perfect match, like a couple of immortals, so I couldn't resist drawing this for you. Even though you haven't worn these clothes yet, I think they would suit you both very well."

Harry's ancestors were Roman, and he was a true Roman descendant. Though his eyes were green, like his mother's, his hair was jet black. His facial features were European, but compared to those with blonde hair and blue eyes, Harry didn't look out of place in traditional Hanfu. Shattered Leaf City was located in the Western regions, and Harry's face actually blended in quite well here. If he spoke, he would sound even more local.

As for Furong, no matter what she wore, she always looked perfect. Even if she tried to cover up her radiance with makeup, her silver hair and blue eyes, combined with her stunning presence, made her the kind of woman who could capture everyone's attention wherever she went.

"I'm starting to believe that you haven't received a single bad review in three years. Truly impressive!"

Harry gave a thumbs-up and casually handed her a small pouch containing two days' worth of guide fees—twenty gold coins, roughly equivalent to eighty Galleons, enough to cover Mr. Weasley's monthly salary at the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go. Lead the way."

"No need to worry about the cost. Take us to the best place. We'll order two outfits first."

"Guess we're not in a rush to shop, huh?" Harry glanced at Furong, whose eyes sparkled with the brilliance of stars.

The best option was, of course, the custom-made attire. But the waiting time was far too long—starting at fifteen thousand, with a queue that extended a month and a half. Reluctantly, Harry paid the deposit for two outfits and settled for ready-made clothing instead.

Despite this, as they walked through the streets in their new clothes, they still drew the gaze of everyone around them. Although there were others dressed similarly, they couldn't compete with the imposing man and the ethereal woman.

Unfortunately, most people's attention was on the silver-haired, fairy-like woman, and the muscular man beside her barely registered.

"Of course, when you have a fairy like her, you need a bodyguard to accompany her!"

"Shattered Leaf City was founded in 679 AD, making it over 1300 years old. Throughout history, it has been a key stronghold in the Western Regions, an important supply point during the establishment of Changheng. However, the city's legendary status truly began with the peerless Sword Immortal."

"Since flying boats are prohibited in this airspace, I will slow down here. Please pay attention to your right. The flawless jade statue is the legendary Sword Immortal I mentioned—Qinglian Sword Immortal, Li Taibai, also known as the Dripping Immortal. A legendary figure in ancient sword cultivation, he created the Song Xing Sword Method and the Seven Absolute Sword Method. With his sword, he hid and nurtured divine power. Compared to the spells used by earlier practitioners, his sword-based techniques were unmatched, and his ability to combat the Demon Tribe of the Nine Hells was considered the strongest."

"Even today, there are still those who practice the ancient sword techniques he left behind. Anyone who embarks on the path of sword cultivation in this tradition is like an unshakable rock, standing firm in defense of the Tai Shi Celestial Dynasty. The Nine Hells Demon Tribe, the greatest enemy of the entire world, has never been able to extend its reach beyond the Nine Hells, and that is thanks to the unwavering resolve of these ancestors who stood guard until their last breath."

"Unfortunately, a thousand years ago, during an expedition to confront the Demon God of the Nine Hells, the nearly three-hundred-year-old Qinglian Sword Immortal drew his sword and ascended to the clouds, single-handedly defending the Sword Gate, one of the eighteen passes. He withstood the onslaught of the demon tide caused by the Demon God. But three years after the demon tide ended, he passed away, as if following the words of his own poem: 'The Sword Gate stands tall and perilous, one man guards it, and no army can break through!'"

"We are about to enter the restricted flying zone, so I will lower the flying boat here. This is the last point where we can overlook the entire scene from above."

(End of Chapter)