The Death Knell

The elevator ran quickly and silently, and soon the two of them were sent deep underground. The only pity was that there was no scenery along the way, only the faint sound of friction, and the 'ding' after arriving at the station.

The smooth and mirror-like elevator door opened, and in front of it was a spacious hall, which was about the same size as the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but the architectural style was completely different.

The ceiling and walls here are like dark blue velvet, dotted with shining stars, giving people a mysterious and gorgeous feeling.

In the center of the hall is a circular depression, which looks a bit like a deeper dance floor or a swimming pool without water.

On the other side of the sunken area, in the distance is a wall made of blue stained glass, which should be the story of the founding of Hogwarts. And beside the pool, there are four giant picture frames, which can only be seen at this time. As for the background of the painting, there is a library and a laboratory. It is probably the background of some figure paintings, but I don’t know where the people in the painting went.

"It's quite beautiful here, professor?"

Hermione looked up at the starry ceiling, but did not relax her vigilance. She had already held the shotgun and wand in her left and right hands.

After all, the dangers in the secret room are unpredictable.

"It's okay, I'm here." Su Ming stepped forward, the armor on his body trembled spontaneously, shaking off water droplets like a small animal: "This is the so-called ancient magic trial ground, and soon this portrait will appear Four people, they will ask some questions and give some answers. I want to see if you can obtain ancient magic. Of course, it doesn’t matter if you can’t. We can continue and go straight to find those sealed emotions.”

"I understand, but ancient magic should be a talent, right?" The witch tapped herself with her wand, and her robe dried instantly: "It's like only one person among millions of Muggles has the talent to learn magic. So among millions of wizards, only one has the talent to learn ancient magic?"

"Theoretically speaking, it's like this. If you want to use a certain kind of power, you must first obtain certain concepts or authority." The professor smiled and nodded. He stood at one end of the circular depression and waited, waiting for the portrait to appear. Someone came out to pick up the guest: "But if you just want to take advantage of those negative emotions, I have a way. Maybe after mastering those emotions, I can force you to awaken the ancient magic."

Hearing his tone as if he was conducting an experiment, Hermione rolled her eyes again:

"It doesn't sound very reliable. Aren't you afraid that I will become a lunatic like Yin Sidora?"

"You won't. Yin Sidora lives in an era that doesn't even have mobile phones. She doesn't have an inexhaustible 'bonanza' in her hands. But now if you want to collect negative emotions, just take out your mobile phone and go online. , Hehe, maybe you can try to suck the negative emotions of the keyboard warriors along the network cable?"

Regardless, Deathstroke's idea seems a little crazy, and he doesn't think harnessing the power of emotions is a bad thing.

Hermione, who was a head shorter next to her, thought for a moment and was about to say something, but perhaps Yin Sidora's name was mentioned in the conversation just now. At this time, in a portrait opposite the round pond, a figure walked from outside the frame. A figure appeared.

It was an old mage with a white beard. He looked very thin. The octagonal hat on his head was lying softly on the top of his head. His eyes looked very complicated.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

His voice was like dry bark rubbing against each other, echoing in the dark underground space.

However, Su Ming did not answer him immediately. Instead, he looked like he was teaching and said to the girl next to him: "Have you met this master? He is Professor Percival Rackham, who taught at Hogwarts 1100 years ago." Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Yin Sidora’s teacher.”

"Pitiful......"

Hermione sighed a little and looked at the old man in the portrait with sympathy, because she still remembered that in that story, the professor was killed by his darkened apprentice.

The exchange between the two ignored Rackham, but the old man was not angry. He was worthy of being a teacher, but his expression looked a little lonely, and he murmured to himself:

"Has it been more than a thousand years since that incident... Then four hundred years have passed since that child's time..."

"My students, don't feel bad about Professor Rackham being killed by one of his students, because otherwise, he would not necessarily appear in the portrait here, and he has been protecting the secrets of Hogwarts as a caretaker. , naturally it will be difficult for us to find him to communicate with him today."

Deathstroke rubbed the student's head and carried her to the center of the circular dance floor. He looked up at the giant oil painting that was as tall as seven or eight people:

"Okay, Professor Rackham, let's make a long story short. My student is a little interested in ancient magic. I can negotiate a deal with you and teach her what you know. Then I can return with four portraits of you and your friends. Get to the ground so that you can occasionally get some sunshine in this state.”

Su Ming thinks this quotation is quite reasonable.

These four portraits are the guardians of a secret treasure house. If Hermione takes away all those sealed emotions today, then they will have nothing to guard, and remaining here will be forever covered by history in the darkness.

Why not make a deal, a win-win situation for everyone, so that they can also see the magical world today. Although it can only be in the picture frame, hanging it in Hogwarts Castle is worse than hanging it here among hundreds of people. It's not necessarily much better to have a basement where one person doesn't come down all year round, right?

"Portraits cannot be exposed to the sun, as it will destroy the colors in the paint. Even Muggles know this." A wizard walked into another picture frame. You can tell from the color of his skin that this is a wizard. Ah San: "Is the level of professors at Hogwarts so bad now? Don't you even know about this kind of thing?"

"Hey, young man, look at him looking for death! That means I'm in a good mood right now and don't want to argue with a painting. If Wade were here, he could argue with a painting all day long!"

Su Ming tilted his head, and Hangsha automatically lit a cigarette for him. He took a leisurely puff and said to the apprentice beside him:

"This is the Indian who used the killing curse to attack Yin Sidora from behind and recorded the stripping curse in the book, which led to Voldemort's inspiration."

"There was no sneak attack! Don't talk nonsense!"

Everything else was fine, but the professor seemed to be particularly concerned about sneak attacks. The expression on his dark face was obviously angry.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, no, no." Deathstroke looked perfunctory, flicking the cigarette ashes to the side, but turned to Hermione and said: "Ignore him, this Indian has nothing but making magic curry. Specialty, our only trading partner is Professor Rackham, it doesn’t matter what other people say. In the future, if you encounter someone like him who is messy and arrogant, just follow the example of teacher and me and make fun of him to get rid of him, have you learned?"

"Yeah, I understand, Professor." Hermione smiled and nodded quickly. Although this was not in line with British social etiquette, it was still a way.