Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

As Quirrell's wand fell, all the wool wrapped around Jodi's feet melted.

The soil around the thread was washed away by the elements, and soon a circle of clear liquid surrounded Jodi.

Along the wool, the water droplets flow upward.

At the same time, a breeze surrounded Nico Flamel, and flames played at Hagrid's feet...

The earth element flows without deviation along the route marked by the wool, and the lines eroded by the elements turn into dust and are dismantled in circles.

The waterline in front of Jody's eyes was relatively more beautiful, and the wool turned into countless snowflakes as it scattered in all directions.

The four series of elements circled around the ruins, and the elemental creatures that were originally running around were attracted by the elements and shuttled back and forth in the network that coiled half of the sky.

Jody made sure he heard their laughter correctly.

And in the sky illuminated by the elements, a huge black shadow is slowly taking shape.

"coming!"

Following Quirrell's warning, the elements on the ground sprang up and spread upwards, climbing on everyone's clothes.

Quirrell stretched out his arms and seemed to be pulling downwards towards the sky.

The elemental threads merged into one body in contact with each other, and the hovering elves made a large circle under the colorful disk.

Jody could hear the chorus of the elves. The ancient syllables seemed to be able to mobilize emotions in the human body, as if something was about to break through the chest.

In the excitement, the black shadow in the sky kept falling, and finally hit the colorful disk.

The disc shattered, and a rain of light began to fall.

Jodi saw a leaf of light drifting past in front of his eyes, and followed it down with his eyes. When he looked back, the huge building had already appeared in his sight.

The pure white temple floated above them, and with the appearance of the Holy Spirit Palace, the surrounding elves fell silent.

Most of them threw themselves into the white light above the Holy Spirit Palace, while a few hurriedly escaped and fled into the darkness where the light could not affect them.

"Is this the Palace of the Holy Spirit?" Jodi was confused and subconsciously hid the wand in his hand.

"What you see is just a carrier. The real Palace of the Holy Spirit is in the white light above." Quirrell explained, and some of the sundries he had taken out before were gathered together and submerged into his handbag under the guidance of the wand, "So there is no need to do this

nervous."

‘Hahaha, look at you, it’s like you’re worried about your candy being stolen!’ the Sorting Hat laughed loudly in Jody’s head.

In short, there is nothing wrong with being cautious.

So now that the Palace of the Holy Spirit has appeared, what appears in the middle of the ruins is naturally the location of the legendary trial.

"What is this?" The courtyard wall enlarged in front of his eyes, and the strong sense of familiarity made Jodi a little confused.

The handwriting on the dilapidated tombstone is difficult to read, and the collapsed tomb reveals what was buried inside.

Some remains have even been exposed to the outside.

Maybe some naughty elemental creature causing chaos?

"Cemetery?" Quirrell was also a little confused, but then he was relieved, "It is said that Rowena and Helga are very good friends. Maybe this place was set up by Ravenclaw to commemorate their friends?"

"Are you guessing whether there are any treasures in these tombs?" The Sorting Hat muttered in Jody's ear maliciously, "In our time, there was a tradition of carrying funeral objects.

After all, before and after the Year of Shenyin, as long as the soul is not broken, it can be saved. No one knows whether a friend who died the day before can overcome death and return to the body."

Jodi forcibly averted his gaze to prevent himself from imagining rummaging through a tomb.

As long as it is a game, there is a setting of opening boxes to find loot, but this is reality after all, and the people buried in this place should be the ancestors of the school. It seems not worth losing your moral integrity for something that is hundreds of years ago.

Everyone walked towards the chapel deep in the cemetery.

Hagrid suddenly fell one step behind and guarded Jody. Professor Sprout was on guard. But Master Flamel just stretched his neck out of curiosity.

Quirrell suddenly looked strange. He walked forward quickly, raised his wand, and burned whatever was hanging on the church door.

"What is that?" Quirrell's movements were so fast that Hagrid couldn't see clearly what the black curls were.

Quirrell waved his wand to disperse the ashes on the ground, then raised his head and explained to the people behind him, "That's a piece of snake skin, maybe left by Salazar. It's normal for pure-bloods to have resentment against the Seven Doors..."

"

Jodi was a little confused, what kind of snake skin could be kept for so long without rotting?

Master Flamel stepped forward to observe, "Time has taken away my sensitivity in magic perception. If I see it correctly, there are restrictions on this door to prevent some people from entering. It should be someone who was refused the door."

It’s probably the ill will left by foreign students..."

"Then...shall we go in?" Quirrell asked tentatively.

"No! I think we should take a break to eat something, or even take a short nap!" Sprout objected firmly, "It's already very late according to the time, don't forget that there are still first-year students here!"

"No, I'm not trapped, Professor." Jodi said loudly to show that he was still holding on.

It's a pity that the professor has no intention of adopting his opinion, just like grandma thinks you are cold, you are cold.

As he spoke, Sprout had already begun to set up camp.

However, after resting, everyone's spirits were obviously much better.

After reorganizing his formation, Quirrell stared at the door with a gap open in a daze, while Jody was wondering how this door, which looked like the chain was missing, restricted the entry of others.

After all, Quirrell raised his hand and pressed it on the door frame.

The next moment, Jodi felt a large amount of mist pouring in from outside his eyes and into his sight.

The sky was covered with darkness, and a full moon appeared above Jody's head.

Under the moonlight, the Holy Spirit Palace was lit with fire, and the sound of singing hymns kept coming.

When he came back to his senses, all the elders around him were gone.

"Modrea?" Jodi quickly called the two resident souls in his mind.

"Where is this place?" Mordria's voice sounded normal.

"Eh? I thought you couldn't get in?" The Sorting Hat looked in disbelief, "Logically speaking, a young wizard of this age is absolutely not qualified to enter the Soul Sacrifice Temple."

"Do you know where this place is!?" Jodi and Mordrea asked in unison.

The Sorting Hat then clapped on Jodi's head, "Of course, I watched it being built bit by bit. In the centuries after Helga's death, I often followed the first generations of principals to visit her grave."

"So where is this place?" Jody asked, but without any hope.

This cheap bastard probably won't give a quick answer.

"Didn't I just say it, the Temple of Souls! Some poor wizards who died in Hogwarts and had nowhere to go are placed here. There are also many people who have dedicated everything to Hogwarts and regard this place as their hometown. Of course

The main thing is to remember Helga Hufflepuff."

"Then I won't be in any danger, right?" Jody helped the Sorting Hat grasp the key points.

"Hehe, then I don't know." The Sorting Hat decisively threw away the important point in his hand, "This is a trial for the gatekeepers, and only those who are approved can enter the Hall of Remembrance.

By the way, passing here is equivalent to gaining preliminary approval from Ravenclaw. So the trial is not easy at all."

Upon hearing this, Jody couldn't help but be eager to give it a try.

"But just have fun. This is a temple that only priests and above are eligible to enter. Don't do anything out of the ordinary in order to break through the restrictions and injure yourself."

Jody didn't answer, all his attention was on the church door in front of him.

The crack in the door that Quirrell had pushed open a little wider was completely pushed open by him.

In the pure black room in front of him, blue flames exploded on the top of the stone pillars.

Right in front, a familiar old man was waiting for him.

Jody looked surprised when he saw the man's face clearly.

"Professor Binns???"