HP Approaches the Magical World

Shadow of Hogwarts.

A place where the light cannot be shrouded, but it is not a place without hope.

After all, those people are wizards, not the same as those in the Holy See.

This is only a medium-sized prison. If necessary, the "prisoners" in it can even be released-as long as the person who imprisoned them is still alive, or someone has mastered the release method set by the prisoner.

Or, like Jon, who has Helga's blood, in these secret places of Hogwarts, although he can't do anything, there are no restrictions on entering and exiting.

But even so, it would be difficult for him to get in.

Because there is no way.

Just like its name, the Shadow of Hogwarts is really something hidden in the shadow. Jon has clearly seen the edge of the place and the scene in it, but he cannot enter it.

But the scene there is really not very good-looking, even in a deep place where there is no sunlight, you can still see the mottled blood there, and the dark red is shocking to those who look at it.

Hundreds of years have passed now, and the original prisoners have basically been reduced to ashes, and the items on their bodies no longer shine with the faint blue light of magic elements. The dust turned into dust was blown up with the wind. Occasionally, two bones that had not been completely weathered and corroded were blown by the wind, and they played eerie and strange music like some kind of musical instrument.

It's like playing dirges for these dead people.

The reason why Jon was able to come up with such a description is entirely because these music sounds act on the spiritual level.

But it can't be called music, it's just that the magic elements that haven't faded from the bodies of these dead wizards still remain in their bodies. Although these magic elements have kept their bodies until now, they have also caused some other changes.

Of course it's not changing in a weird direction, it's just that these "music sounds" blown by the dark wind can follow the relationship between the magic element and the spiritual world and act on the spiritual level.

And in this world, ordinary wizards have no way to come here, and those who can come here are not simple characters.

Jon was probably the only exception over the years.

Since it is an exception, there are always other ways for him to appear here.

In the fluctuation of his mind, the illusory figure of the young man quietly condensed on the stairs here.

There can be no interference, but it is not difficult to just watch.

But such a huge and strict formation blockade still has a palpitating power, and the trajectory of this power, as well as the blockage force that is closely integrated with the magic element... each of them should not be underestimated.

Hogwarts on the ground can no longer see the appearance of a war fortress, but there are still traces of glory here, and that kind of majestic majesty, just standing here makes Jon feel pressured.

"Is there no way for people to enter?"

Jon frowned, but suddenly some kind of trace floated in his consciousness, giving him a little sober light.

in an instant,

He discerned a familiarity in the pressures around him, not from his ancestors but from his acquaintances.

It's the trace of Peeves.

After getting a little clue, the rest is not difficult. Even if he doesn't know what these things are at all, it doesn't prevent him from integrating these complicated breaths and the traces left by each generation of wizards, and then solve them them.

Then he found what he was most familiar with.

That is where the will that attacked him in the morning was located.

He took a few steps, but it didn't look like he had gone very far, but it seemed that something had touched him, and strange and chaotic light spots appeared in front of his eyes.

It is not the light emanating from the magic element, but an illusory image.

"Virgo?"

He murmured softly, and there was a little doubt in his voice, but he quickly reacted and felt that such a scene was logical.

The wizards at that time must have spent a lot of effort in creating this prison.

There has always been such a tradition in the Western occult world. The twelve constellations are an ancient culture here, and they have been used all the time. This situation is not uncommon in the world of wizards.

They symbolize attributes, wind, fire, water and earth, and they are also what the four houses of Hogwarts symbolize.

Eagle of sky and wind, lion of fire and sword, badger of earth and life, snake of sea and water.

But in the prison that no one has opened for hundreds of years, there is no trace of life here. Jon read such information from the magic elements here, but the information here is incomplete.

At least he didn't read the most important information from here.

There must be something closed here, otherwise the collision of consciousness would not occur.

And judging from the weak state of that will, it is obvious that that thing has been imprisoned for a long time.

But the creatures that can be imprisoned here are at least hundreds of years ago. Jon is also very aware of this matter. After all, if the life of a wizard does not have special assistance, no matter how powerful a wizard is, they will not live for more than a few hundred years. , but World of Warcraft has no such restrictions.

The life of animals is much longer than that of humans. Animals with magical powers have a longer natural life.

Jon didn't try to open the "door" in front of him. He started to walk here, using special temptations to find out how many doors still existed here.

If nothing else, there should be twelve gates here, corresponding to the twelve constellations, and these gates also represent twelve levels... No, why are there only nine gates here?

Jon raised his eyebrows and began to count down.

"Leo, Sagittarius, Aries, Capricorn, Taurus, Aquarius, Libra, Gemini, Virgo—where have all the water signs gone?"

He quickly realized that the cold stimulation he encountered before should have come from someone under the water sign.

That's Slytherin.

With such thoughts in his mind, Jon's consciousness suddenly dissipated from here, and he returned to his hut.

"What's the matter? I woke up suddenly and scared me."

Stephen was sorting out a certain manuscript opposite Jon, and he obviously had a strong expression on his face, as if he was watching some funny joke.

"I found out where the will came from? But this matter is a long story, I'm afraid it will take us a while to explain."

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