Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 169 Ghost Castle Death Castle

The ghost castle can also be called the castle of death.

At the beginning, Toby and Al only found this place based on folklore. They only thought that there would be some zombies, ghosts and the like at most, and didn't take it too seriously. As a result, they didn't meet Toby until later in his archaeological career.

The biggest crisis in history almost killed him, leaving him with only seven days left.

It is worth mentioning that the cursed armor also came from the old castle. Of course, it is no longer cursed. The black magic has long been removed by Dumbledore himself and became Toby's spy in Hogwarts.

He also followed Lockhart many times.

The Ghost Castle has been shrouded in thick fog that lingers all year round, and no matter what time of day, the area around this area is covered with clouds, with no sunlight able to penetrate.

Viewed from a distance, the castle's appearance is not as exquisite as Hogwarts'. Instead, it looks more like a square building, all painted black, like a strong prison.

Al took a deep breath, took out a small flying carpet from his belly pocket, jumped on it, then waved his paw and commanded: "Yeah!"

So, the silver armor clenched the long ax in his hand, resisted the huge Pharaoh's coffin on his shoulders more steadily, took heavy steps, left deep footprints on the wet ground, and followed behind Al

, getting further and further away from the Yeqi carriage, and his figure was gradually swallowed up by the mist.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Al heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the castle. He immediately stopped the armor and saw a dim oil lamp floating out of the thick fog, as if it was being carried by some invisible person.

It was caught and left clearly visible footprints on the ground.

This invisible "person" has five legs.

The transparent visitor stopped not far in front of Al. The other party seemed to be confirming the number of visitors. The oil lamp moved slightly closer to them. Al immediately floated back a short distance in disgust.

There was a low muttering sound from above the head more than ten feet high. I didn't know what language it was. Al looked up. Although he already knew the result, this time it was still like the last time and found nothing.

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No matter what method is used, there is no way to break the "Disguise Curse" of the oil lamp visitor. This is something Al and Toby have tried long ago, let alone what is so weird about this invisible "butler" of the castle.

biology.

Just like the ghost castle itself, it is full of mystery.

The oil lamp turned back in a circle and gradually floated in the direction of the Ghost Castle. Al and Armor then continued to move, following behind the oil lamp.

The closer we get to the castle, more and more trees appear on both sides of the road in the mist.

They walked among the woods. Both Al and Armor ignored the branches that were slightly tilted towards them, silently enduring the gaze of "them" in the mist.

Al didn't know who "they" were, and Toby never took the risk to explore them. He originally planned to come to the archaeological site later, but he might never come again.

This time, if Toby's life was not in danger, and if he could be completely controlled by the Pharaoh Mask at any time after losing consciousness, or even replace his original soul, Al would not risk coming to the Ghost Castle, and only

Armor is such a helper - at least it belonged here before.

Gradually, the castle is getting closer and closer. Only when you reach the foot will you realize the oppressive momentum, which is as shocking as the first time you see Hogwarts Castle.

The transparent butler pushed open the oak door that was more than ten feet high. Behind the door was a dark hall. It looked almost as big as the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but it looked empty, with almost no decorations.

, some burnt torches were hung on the walls on both sides of the hall, but they were unable to transmit the light to a few steps away.

There was a table in the center of the hall. The transparent butler walked to the table. Al saw a heavy book placed on the table. The paper was opened page by page, and he almost stopped at the end.

, and then showed traces of being pressed on the paper, slid over line by line, and selected a target. There was another vague grunting sound several feet above the head, and the oil lamp continued to float towards the corner of the hall.

Float away.

When passing by the table, Al glanced at the book and saw a bright red eyeball emerging on the opened paper. The eyeball turned quickly, staring at Al for a while, then looked at the armor, and finally

Focusing on the pharaoh's coffin, it finally disappeared into the depths like it was in the water and disappeared.

Al shivered all over. He took out a small shovel from his belly pocket and moved himself closer to the armor. It seemed that only in this way could he feel more secure.

The oil lamp led them to the stairs in the corner. The heavy footsteps of the armor covered up all the noises, including howls coming from nowhere and the sounds of biting and eating.

Al tried his best to restrain his curiosity and walked upstairs intently. Fortunately, this was a corridor leading directly to the roof, so there was no need for him to visit the entire castle.

Unfortunately, they are getting closer and closer to the roof.

After the transparent butler stopped, Al was very sure that he had reached the top floor. At this time, even the things in the Pharaoh's coffin began to feel uneasy, and they kept banging on the lid of the coffin, making a banging sound.

"ah"

Al said weakly, as if he was questioning whether he could change to the floor below.

But it didn't get a reply. Oil lamps were floating in the corridor on the top floor. It was a long corridor, pitch black, and there weren't even torches on either side of the wall.

On the left side of this corridor are unique doors, not only different in color. Some look like rotten branches, and some look like they are made up of a lot of masks, with a ray of light emitting from the eye holes.

The dim light stared directly at the "guest" whom he finally saw.

On the right side of the corridor, under the dim illumination of the oil lamp, you can see a pair of strange portraits hanging opposite each door. They are not as active and enthusiastic as the Hogwarts portraits, but they are obviously OK.

He moved and spoke, but everything in the portrait was forced to remain still. Occasionally, a figure appeared, but his gaze was scarier and deeper than that of the masked door.

Al put all his attention on these portraits. He didn't even notice that the oil lamp had stopped. He accidentally flew forward a short distance, and then he seemed to have fallen into some greasy, disgusting state.

It was like jelly inside, and its movements became very slow. It wasn't until the armor hooked it out with a long ax handle that it gasped for air, floated directly to the armor's head, and refused to take another step forward.

At this time, they finally arrived at their "residence".

On the left was a wooden door. Countless hands stretched out from the door, some of which were still moving slightly. Not all of them belonged to wizards, but also had animal claws. Al was horrified to see that among them was the Sniff.

As for the right side, on the wall opposite the "Hand Gate", there is also a portrait hanging in the background of a study room. In the center is a gorgeous sofa chair with a lady dressed in bright red sitting on it.

A woman in a long skirt. The woman wears a big-brimmed hat with a huge brim, with a pile of colorful feathers standing on it. A thin layer of red veil is placed under the brim, and bright red eyes are looking straight through the veil.

Staring straight at the uneasy Al, his eyes were exactly the same as those shown on the pages of the register.

The transparent butler left with the oil lamp.

Al looked at the "hand door" on the left, and on the right at the woman in the red dress in the portrait. He suddenly picked up a small shovel and yelled "yeah" crazily at the portrait twice, as if to encourage himself.

The woman in the portrait remained motionless, even though she could obviously move. She could only follow Al's body back and forth with her eyes twice, her eyes always fixed on it.

"Yeah! Yeah yeah!"

Al suddenly started spitting out sweet fragrance, and it yelled angrily for a while. It didn't understand why the other party thought it was the best one to bully, otherwise the woman wouldn't have been staring at it after patrolling the hall.

It held a small shovel in one hand and a magic ball in the other. Then it kicked the longest arm in the "hand door" with a "yeah" kick, and kicked the "hand door" open, revealing the dark hole inside.

s room.

"ah!"

Al began to command again, and the armor calmly moved forward, carrying the pharaoh's coffin into the darkness.

Then Al took one last look at the woman in the portrait, staring at her as if demonstrating, and then——

Al kicked the door shut, but it didn't actually enter the room, but turned around and ran away!

The closed door became an unknown switch. The woman could finally stand up from the table and chair. She roared crazily. The arms on the "hand door" extended outward one by one, as if they had endless lengths, entwined with each other.

Together, we keep chasing Al who is running away!

"Yah-yeah!"

Al proudly used the flying carpet to create a drift, and quickly flew downstairs at the entrance of the stairs, flying to the corridor on the next floor. Then he passed through the strange doors in this corridor, facing the walls.

The gazes of the portraits came to a heavy armor room door, all made of dark armor.

Al controlled the magic ball and quickly formed a magic circle on the armor door, allowing it to effortlessly push the door open, rush into the darkness, and block the pursuing arms from the door.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Countless arms beat frantically on the armored door, but they couldn't open it.

There is also a portrait hanging on the wall opposite the armor door. The background is a warehouse filled with weapons and armor, covered in bloodstains and scratches.

After a while, Al suddenly appeared in the portrait in the warehouse. It was sitting on a flying carpet and slowly floated in front of the portrait that looked like a window. It looked contemptuously at the arms that turned towards the portrait, and stretched out a clenched fist towards them.

, and then the middle finger slowly stood up.

This is the room where the armor once stayed, and it was also the place where Toby almost died. Now it has become the only safe place in the ghost castle. There is no way these arms can cope with the weird rules in the castle, and they forcefully drag Al

Come out, even destroy this portrait.

Archeology is not only always accompanied by danger, but it is also a job full of wisdom.

Toby and Al have used similar methods too many times.

At this moment, the arms suddenly twitched violently, as if they were covered in needle holes.

At the same time, in the corridor on the first floor upstairs, the portrait opposite the "Hand Door" suddenly rushed in carrying the armor of the Pharaoh's coffin, and the woman in the portrait had completely changed, with tiny details appearing all over her body.

His arms were squirming like hairs in a disgusting manner, and his whole body turned into a monster with all four limbs lying on the ground, bending its body like a spider.

The first time Armor saw the woman, it swung its long ax vigorously, splitting the bookshelf open with one blow, and then rushed towards the woman carrying the coffin.

Just when the two were about to meet, the armor slammed the coffin to the ground, opened the lid with force, grabbed the woman's body and stuffed it into the coffin, even if her arms were wrapped around her body.

From the woman's throat came waves of low roars that were not like those made by humans. "She" easily pulled the armor in, pressing her body tightly against the cold armor surface, almost about to force the other person out of her body.

His arms are wrapped around him, and he is about to make the armor a new part of him.

At this moment, a pair of black eyes opened.

The woman's body suddenly stopped. She turned her neck stiffly and saw a golden face that was almost close to her face, like a mask, but lifelike. The expression was so vivid that even the corners of her mouth were grinning abnormally.

, it opened wider and wider, almost to the level of the ears.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

In an instant, countless rotten cloth strips extended from the edge of the mask. At this time, the cloth strips could no longer be dyed pitch black, and the person under the mask was no longer a black devil, but an unknown pharaoh.

The strip of cloth tightly wrapped the woman's head in the blink of an eye, and you could see tiny arms extending from the surface of the woman's face. Whenever the strip of cloth was pierced hard, more cloth would be removed.

The strips of coverage are like those arms extending out, endless.

The armor was finally able to escape. It fell backwards and fell to the ground. The non-existent eyes under the visor saw that the woman was quickly wrapped in cloth in a very short period of time, like a huge cicada, making bones crack.

sound.

The armor didn't even care about the long axe. It took this opportunity to grab the lid of the coffin, lifted it up, quickly covered the surface of the coffin, and pressed it firmly with its body to prevent it from being knocked away by the struggling woman, and pushed it away.

The other party was locked up with the monster in the coffin.

After an unknown amount of time, the flapping sound gradually disappeared.

Al flew back to the corridor on the top floor, floating opposite the portrait, taking in this scene.

"ah!"

Al suddenly shouted.

Even inside and outside the portrait, the armor immediately took action. It suddenly turned around, reopened the lid of the coffin, and saw the frozen monster. The arm girl had long since disappeared, leaving only the wide cap.

The hat remained in place and fell at the opponent's feet.

At the same time, the armor also saw something floating inexplicably opposite the monster - it was a feather, a black feather, exactly the same as the feather Toby used to make Pandora's notebook.

The armor did not move the feather. It stretched out its arm, grabbed the monster's body with force, and pulled hard amidst the crazy howling of the Pharaoh's mask. It moved backwards with difficulty, and the incoming cloth strip hit the surface of the armor.

It makes a sound like a drum, which can only be heard on the heroic battlefield.

Finally, the monster moved.

It fell downwards little by little, and the mask happened to hit the floating black feathers, and was soon forced to absorb them, falling to the ground together with the armor.

Al waited anxiously outside the portrait. It turned its head back and forth and saw all the doors in the corridor opening in an instant. The portraits on the opposite side no longer remained quiet, letting a lot of darkness inside the door.

There was a dull sound of footsteps, about to leave the room and punish their restless "guests".

This is a punishment from the castle. Unless you escape from the castle now, no one can avoid it.

"It's really rare."

Clear words came from the portrait opposite Al. Toby stood up slowly, his hood falling behind him, revealing his masked face.

Now, the mask is finally safe, only the expression has become much more fierce.

"I thought I was going to die. No, it was the mask that saved me. Otherwise, under the direct gaze of the basilisk, I would definitely die. It was the mask that protected my soul."

Toby lifted the armor up, revealing a body covered with black magic circles under the broken witch robe, emitting a dim and ominous light.

He looked at the delighted Al outside the portrait and said in a relaxed tone:

"There's no time to celebrate. Now, let's run for our lives together."

This is an ever-changing drama in the archaeological process.

This is also the journey that Toby and Al have been on.