Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Oh, did this also collapse?"

Through the passage hidden in the paintings in the gallery, Maca finally came to the hall of the Dark Pavilion in the underground black market. As soon as he came in, he saw the fallen stone pillars, the damaged walls, and the broken bricks scattered everywhere.

Of course, due to the fog, he still couldn't see how far, so that he couldn't confirm to what extent the original rushing office hall was damaged.

However, just like galleries outside the aisle, this seemingly shaky Dark Pavilion is also marked by fairy magic. Therefore, although the scenes he saw were all real and not an illusion, in fact, most of them came from the hands of the fairies themselves.

So, where are those goofy fairies now hiding?

Thinking of this, Maca suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the counter inside-although you can't see the counter at the innermost part of the lobby here, Maca remembers that in fact, the entire row is .

And in the passage behind the counter, this is the entrance to the underground vault of the Underworld Pavilion ... and, of course, there is only one exit.

He stood there for a moment, then turned around and walked over there.

"I just felt it when I passed the passage ... It should be detection magic? So it seems that the fairies will know if Hermione has been here."

This underground black market occupies a large area and the terrain is particularly complicated. It's not much easier to find someone here than to find someone in London above.

Therefore, in order not to waste too much time, Maca decided to ask the fairies.

"... I hope those guys can cooperate!"

It must be said that he had no idea that he had one day to visit the vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion again.

In order to sneak people in, he took an effort to transform Animagus and drink compound decoction.

But today, this counter, which was almost completely closed, seems to have just been ransacked, and a quite large hole has been broken in the middle. Not to mention him, even if Hagrid comes over, I'm afraid he can walk straight in without even bending his waist.

After crossing the counter, Maca went deeper along the central main passage.

It can be seen that the destruction of the Dark Pavilion by the fairies is quite complete. Even at least one half of these extensive aisles in the counter have been blocked by collapsed masonry. Even if there are still unsaved ones, the walls of those aisles are covered with scary cracks.

However, blocking these channels does not make much sense in itself, because those channels lead to various transaction packages, and they are usually used to transfer large or large items to the fairies.

Therefore, the goblins shattered some of them by the way, just to cover up the ruins in the deepest part of the main channel.

When Maca reached the end of the main aisle, he found that the entrance to the vault had been completely hidden by bricks. Just standing here can't even make people imagine what the front looks like, because in addition to the stone in front of them, it is still a stone.

"Trouble to let go--"

While uttering this sentence casually, I saw Maca holding out her staff and gently lifting it. Suddenly, the huge stones piled up in front of him immediately tumbling and rolled from the middle to both sides, revealing a huge circular metal cover embedded in the ground.

It is worth mentioning that the whole thing has been plated with a thick layer of gold, which perfectly highlights the vulgar and greedy hobby of the fairies.

When Maca came, the metal lid was still open, because at that time the Dark Pavilion was still operating normally, and many fairies were coming in and out.

But now, the only entrance has been completely covered by a heavy metal cover, and a lot of various magic has been applied to it.

That's right, not only the magic of the fairy, but also the magic of the wizard-Maca even saw a circle of ancient inscriptions on the edge of the metal cover.

Obviously, the era when this stuff was minted is probably some years away today.

But when Maca saw the circle of inscriptions, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a delicate smile.

I have to say that this large lid is quite difficult to deal with. If Maca had to break through today, maybe he wouldn't consider competing with this heavy overlapping protection stuff.

Compared to this "standard entrance", he would rather start digging the floor next to it-although the floor is also enchanted, and the stone is obviously not ordinary, at least it will be more difficult than the glittering Wang Ba shell too much.

However, when that circle of inscriptions was added to that lid, everything was different.

"Dang Dang—"

Maca struck the end of this staff with a strong gilded iron tassel, and then used a loudspeaker to speak loudly:

"Hey! I know you're hiding inside ... If you don't want me to take this big lid off, just open the door for me! I ask two questions and leave!"

In order to allow the sound to penetrate as far as possible, Maca also deliberately restrained the sound amplified by the sound reinforcement spell, so that they all focused toward the ground.

However, even though Maca could feel that there were several sources of magic moving around at her feet, one of them left quickly after he shouted two times, but the big lid still didn't mean to open at all.

"It's better to wait for someone to wait."

In a few minutes, it was enough to let the person in charge of the Dark Pavilion know this. And since there hasn't been any movement so far, this shows that the fairies obviously intend to hide underneath and be "not at home".

Shaking his head slightly, he saw Maca invert her staff and walked along the metal cover for a whole week. As he walked, he held his staff in front of the circle of inscriptions and chose several places.

After doing this, he immediately stepped back a few steps, and then pestle the staff to look at the ancient runes that were lit one by one by him.

The next moment, I suddenly felt a sudden shock at my feet, and then I saw a lot of fine cracks in the floor around the big iron lid.

It can be seen that the big lid of Jin Chanchan is rising slowly and steadfastly now. The power was so strong that even the ground, which also had magic, was cracked stiffly.

"Oh! It seems that the ancestors of these fairies are really willing to spend money ... The magic power stored in this big lid is far more than Voldemort's Horcrux?"

This is not surprising for Maca, because without such a huge magic reserve to provide energy, his changes to the rules of the inscription would not have allowed the large lid to directly break open the ground and rise.

Originally, he planned to help himself! Now even this energy is saved, he just needs to stand by the side to watch the show.

After a while, I just heard "Ding Ding Dong" making a noise. As the large iron lid continued to rise, the carried stones suddenly rolled down to the gradually opened vault entrance.

At that moment, Maca heard several screams of screams from the goblins below-probably some unlucky guy was hit by a falling stone.

He looked up, glanced at the large iron lid that was still rising, and had begun the hard-top second floor. Then he stepped forward from the round entrance and stepped on magic. Books flew inside the vault.

And not long after he entered, the metal cover that had just cracked the floor above seemed to have suddenly lost the power to rise, and he fell back to the ground.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a loud sound of heavy objects falling, the large lid was almost completely replaced again, but it was obviously a little lower than before. And those inscriptions lit by Maca have faded again.

This is not because the magic is exhausted-there is still more there! This is only because the temporary changes to the inscriptions by Maka have been silently and automatically lifted ...

About ten minutes later! On the street outside the main entrance of Anling Pavilion, a carriage almost the same as Hermione stopped suddenly stopped at the door, and then two figures came out of the carriage.

"Master Norman, go ahead first! I'll pack the carriage first and then—"

"Ok."

Although known as the "master", the figure was obviously no longer young, and even slightly paled on both sides.

However, because his father always occupied the seat of the homeowner, this man, who is almost half a year old, still has to be called a "master". This feeling made him feel a little ironic.

"The fairies of the Dark Spirit Pavilion slip fast enough," Norman looked up slightly, glanced at the building in front of him, and whispered softly, "I don't know where I went to take refuge ... Is it the Gulin Pavilion? ? "

"Well ... it's a fairie, smart enough, and fled this broken place as soon as they felt something wrong ... I hope they can survive this calamity without any problems!"

From his seemingly vicissitudes, it can be seen that his daily life is not very good. Not to mention eating, drinking, and living, at least the pressure is certainly not small.

But even so, he still had the worry of worrying about fairies.

Of course, he must have no time to think about it at this moment. After the family members behind them were packed up, they both entered the hall of the Dark Spirit Pavilion and went straight to the passage to leave the underground black market.

And from the beginning to the end, neither of them noticed that no small changes had taken place in the dark hall of the Dark Pavilion.

...

In this day when everyone seems to be busy, only one person feels very busy. Needless to say, this man is obviously Harry who knows nothing about the outside world.

After Kingsley left, he strolled around the castle again, and seemed to want to see if he was the only one left in the school.

And the result of "patrolling" everywhere is obvious-there are quite a lot of spiders in the castle, but he can't find anyone other than himself.

"Password."

"Ma'am, do you think it is necessary to say the password? I think you know it. There is no one else in the school except me ..."

Harry stood outside the Gryffindor common room ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looking at the portrait of the fat lady who was standing at the door to keep him away, his face was helpless.

"... No, it's not just people!" He couldn't help but wait for the fat lady to answer, "Even those who look like 'humans' are gone, and only magic portraits like lady can you and me say something!"

It seemed that Harry thought of the ghosts that had been everywhere in the past, but now he couldn't find them.

"Oh! Poor Mr. Potter!" The fat lady raised Harry's feet up at Harry, and the red liquor shook in the glass. "I can understand your mood, after all, I was hung for a while At the end of the second floor, I could n’t see anyone during that time, so I was so worried every day that I was just drunk ... ”

As she was talking, she saw her lips more red than red wine twisted, and then said:

"But you have something wrong-you have to talk about 'looking like a man' in the school, but there is also a Pippi! It has not been a good day, if you feel lonely, Maybe you can check it out ... well, although I don't think it matters! "