Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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"Mr. McLean, why are we here?" Ens looked at the surrounding debris and clogged graves, and couldn't help asking Maca. "And, it must go so far. Somewhere to go? "

Yes, the problem is here-if you just want to find an inaccessible place to study the Mirror of Consumption, there are more places for Maca to choose from. And so, why do you have to come to this underground palace that once sealed Haierbo?

However, I did not expect Maca's answer to be extraordinarily simple.

"Isn't it just to dig up his soul wooden coffin?" Maca, who was walking in front of him, waved away the rocks and dirt blocking the road, and said casually, "This is what you told me! Isn't it? "

"what!"

Ens heard that he nodded suddenly.

That's right, because Haierbo and him mentioned that Slytherin used to seal his wooden coffin material from the special tree soul tree planted by Hitchpatch himself. That's why Maca decided to come here for a trip.

Soulwood is a rather rare kind of magic tree. In this era, he has never seen it in places other than some ancient hand-painted illustrations, not once.

Therefore, if you want to get the soul tree, it seems that you can only come to this place.

Right now, Maca is constantly clearing the tomb, and taking Ens deep into the earth palace-he had been here many times in order to study the enchanted monument. Although this underground palace is quite large, and many graveyards are now collapsed and destroyed, he still knows exactly how to get to the main tomb room where the confusing monument was originally stored.

"Boom--"

Perhaps when the huge rock was opened, the supporting structure was accidentally damaged, and this section of the tomb suddenly fluttered. As several of the remaining stone pillars suddenly broke, a large amount of bricks and sand suddenly fell from above the two men's heads.

"Be careful ... floating."

I have to say, Ens was still very **** the training of curse. When he saw many bricks falling from the top, he almost conditionedly pulled out his usual wand and cast a floating spell upward.

"Oh, thanks."

Just wanting to see the maca that was blocked by the falling rocks, he immediately smiled at Ens, and then suddenly raised his hand to the top.

Immediately, the blocks of masonry and soil that had fallen frequently just now stopped for a few moments, followed by the rise again, and were pushed back directly by a huge force.

Before long, this section of the tomb that had collapsed so badly was repaired by Maca in a somewhat "rude" way.

"Well, move on!"

After all this was done, Maca waved her hand and moved on. Behind him, Ens hurried to follow.

"Mr. McLean, why don't you need to repair the curse?" Ens followed not far behind Maca, reached out and touched the wall of the new graveyard, which had been compacted by Maca, and asked with some doubt.

"Because it's not necessary," Maca said, "I'm just here to pick up things, but I don't plan to renovate it like my new home."

A few moments later, as Maca continued to open in front of the road, the two men who had not stopped at their feet quickly reached the end of the main grave road.

As Maca said before, Ens has seen many burial chambers that are still intact, and has not collapsed because of the violent shaking when Haierbo broke through the seal.

Especially this very large main burial chamber, because it was originally necessary to store a large volume of confusing monuments, so this burial chamber is not only quite large, but also without stone pillars at all.

The reinforcement magic here still maintains their due effect. Except that some areas can't resist the huge power of Haierbo when it came out from the ground and collapsed, it still maintains its original appearance.

"Well ... but if you have to say it, maybe it's a good choice to change it into an underground shelter." Maca said softly as he walked in. "At least, the guy from Haierbo probably won't be in this life. Want to come here again! "

"Really?" Enz frowned when he heard that. "That guy's thoughts don't seem to be normal all the time, maybe he won't mind?"

When Maca heard the words, she shrugged.

"I just said it casually," he said, "However, it is estimated that even Haierbo, who is different from ordinary people, would not be willing to 'revisit' once in such a place-you know, he was The seal has been underneath the ground for thousands of years! Changing people is afraid that it has already gone completely crazy. "

Of course, Maca was just talking about nothing, he would not really use this underground palace as a refuge.

While having a chat with Ens, he has started to clean up the area in the middle of the main tomb.

I saw him waving his backhand, sweeping away all the rocks scattered on the ground, and then saw a large cave that was still dark under the light.

After discovering this burrow, Maca didn't seem to intend to enter, but suddenly suddenly waved deeper into the cave.

The next moment, Ens saw a large amount of mud mixed with gravel spewing from the ground, all piled up under the control of Maca.

As the earth and rocks rushed for a while, Maca suddenly felt something, raising her eyebrows slightly. Immediately afterwards, he and Ens saw that some pieces of wooden boards began to be mixed in the soil and turned up. To himself, he was accurately received in his hands.

"Huh?" Maca glanced back and forth, suddenly wondering, "This is the soul tree?"

To be honest, if you look at it from ordinary wood, this piece of wood has been buried under the ground for nearly a thousand years, and it can be regarded as rare in the world without decay.

However, the fluttering hands are quite dry and loose, as if using more force will be twisted into debris. Is this state really useful?

Or ... in the final analysis, is this really the soul tree?

With such doubts, Maca beckoned again and continued to dig deep into the ground. After waiting for him to finally pull out an intact coffin siding from the ground, he was completely determined. The wood in his hand seemed to be able to be smashed. Part of the coffin.

"Just this thing, it's enough to label a fragile product!"