HP Magic Biography

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Abandon the floating corpse and move on, everyone became a lot more careful.

After all, just a title hailed as a death lord by a wizard in ancient times is enough to make everyone proceed cautiously.

You must know that the wizards of two hundred years ago were almost universally better than they are now. Of course, some abnormalities were thrown out, not to mention the situation about eight hundred years away from now.

And although the name of the death lord is a bit in the middle, at least, this is also an affirmation of the degree of terror.

Maybe Dumbledore and Nicole May finished playing in it?

If this is the case, no matter what kind of fierce key he is, Fanlin absolutely turned his head and left, never looking back.

Just kidding, whoever stops is...

Uh, it’s better not to ring someone’s name here, but instead it’s Harry here, thinking with his toes, Harry will force a rush of blood to the sky spirit cover, and then rush in with a magic wand to save Dumbledore. .

Of course, the final result is likely to continue to beat the street.

But what if a miracle happens?

It's better not to pin your hopes on bleak luck, which is probably the reason why both Fanlin and Hermione are more resistant to the prediction.

First of all, in terms of mentality, the two people have taken the lead in vetoing this kind of unmarginal thing.

Going all the way, slowly, the sound of the river has not become more and more distant, on the contrary, it has become clearer.

Perhaps this road leads to the source of the river?

But Fanlin was very curious, a small space fragment, so surely, it would make people find the margin.

When in Greece, Fanlin was fortunate enough to shuttle in this vast void, so what about this river?

Pour into the void, and then come out from the other end, endless loop?

If he had time, Fanlin would really like to explore along the river bank.

"There seems to be no way ahead..."

While Fanlin couldn't help looking around, trying to find some more useful information, Rutherford suddenly interrupted Fanlin's thoughts.

"No way?"

"Yes, I can smell the water, there may be other things." Rutherford said.

Fanlin didn't believe in evil and threw out a beam of light, and the beam moved straight forward to illuminate the surrounding space. After a while, Fanlin faintly saw some reflective spots.

"It's a lake," Fanlin said. "There is a lake in front of it."

"Shall we change the direction?" Hermione tried.

Then, the three people began to move in other directions, but as expected, there was water all around.

After crossing the bridge, they seemed to have come to an isolated island, and to make matters worse, even if they returned to the place where they started, Fanlin did not find any way out.

"What should we do?" Rutherford frowned, "If there is a boat..."

"Boat?" Fanlin exclaimed. He remembered his experience in a cave at the seaside, but when Fanlin tried to drag the boat up from the water like Dumbledore, Fanlin could not feel anything about magic. Of changes.

It was like the place where it started. The magic power here was a little stagnant. So far, except for the traces left by the use of magic by a few people in Fanlin, Fanlin could not find any hidden ships at all.

"This is a sealed site." Fanlin said helplessly, "Maybe the builder has no intention of coming back."

"I'll go and see." Rutherford said, under the change of Animagus, Rutherford flew out almost close to the ground.

However, this did not last long. Fanlin saw Rutherford's blood-red wings flap in the air from a distance.

"There is a rock wall..." Rutherford said, "We seem to be... trapped in a cave."

"The cave..." Fanlin looked up at the stone ridges hanging from the sky, Rutherford described it as no problem.

"Are there any other discoveries?"

"Nothing." Rutherford shook his head. "It's terribly quiet here, isn't it?"

"Oh, it looks like this." Fanlin nodded, except for the floating corpse, they didn't find anything moving in this space.

"But, if it's really quiet, where did these rivers... come from?" Hermione said keenly, "If it's really a closed space, I think there shouldn't be any possibility of flow."

"You mean, Quanyan?" Fanlin asked.

"Perhaps it is an underground river." Hermione said, "When I was studying geology, I had heard that many underground rivers would connect to places similar to caves."

"So, the exit is in the water." Fanlin was 100% sure of Hermione, "But, who knows there won't be anything in the water."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, and did not continue to speak.

Obviously, the corpse soaked in the water still makes Hermione somewhat unacceptable, especially the look of the corpse, the dark green bones, even if the water remains fluid, the corpse poison...

"Are there traces of Dumbledore's activities?"

"No." Rutherford said simply, "If they get into the water, I can't trace their breath at all."

"It looks like we don't have a better choice." Fanlin shook his head, then took out all the potions it contained.

"I think we can take some antidote first just in case, and, Hermione, you must follow me firmly." Fanlin said, taking out the medicine in his hand.

"Do we have to go into the water?" Rutherford frowned. Rutherford was still very resistant to diving.

After all, as a winged creature, the strength that can be exerted in the water is really limited.

"There is no choice, if you want to stay here forever." Fanlin said, shook his head, and Fanlin was not too concerned about Rutherford's worries.

The environment here limits Rutherford's play~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In fact, except for some hard work, Fanlin has no intention of Rutherford being able to help.

"I can give you a bubble head...you should be able to dive." Fanlin said.

"No problem." Rutherford shook his head and stepped into the lake before him first.

Just like the previous rivers, these currents eventually converged into the quiet and excessive lake in front of you.

For some reason, Fanlin suddenly remembered Regulus, Sirius' younger brother.

The taste of being dragged into the water by a group of corpses is not good. Fortunately, the dark lake water in front of me did not give any response, but Rutherford's body was swaying layer after layer in the lake water. The waves.

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