Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1185: Enter the underground vault again
"Oh, is this side also collapsed?"
Through the passage hidden in the paintings in the gallery, Maca finally came to the dark hall of the underground black market. And as soon as he entered, he saw the dumped stone pillars, damaged walls, and broken bricks scattered everywhere.
Of course, due to the fog, he still couldn't see that far, so that there was no way to confirm the extent of the damage to the originally crowded office hall.
However, just like the gallery outside the passage, this dark spirit pavilion, which seems to be crumbling everywhere, obviously has traces of fairy magic. Therefore, although the scenes he saw were real and not illusions, most of them were actually made by the fairies themselves.
So, where are those fairies who love to play tricks now hiding?
Thinking of this, Maca suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the counter inside. Although the counter located in the innermost hall is not visible here, Maca still remembers that, in fact, there is a whole All rows are.
And in the passage behind the counter, is the entrance to the underground vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion... and that is naturally the only exit.
He stood there thinking for a moment, then turned and walked over there.
"What I felt when I passed the tunnel just now...that should be detection magic, right? From this point of view, those fairies should know if Hermione and the others have been here."
This underground black market occupies a lot of land, and the terrain is particularly complicated. Looking for someone here is actually not much easier than finding someone in London above.
So, in order not to waste too much time, Maca decided to ask the fairies.
"...I hope those guys can cooperate a little bit!"
It must be said that he never thought that he would have another day to visit the Dark Ling Pavilion vault.
Thinking that in order to get people sneaking in, he was deformed by Animagus and drank compound decoction. It took a lot of work.
But today, the counter, which was originally almost completely enclosed, seems to have just been looted, and a considerable hole has been broken in the middle. Not to mention him, even if Hagrid comes over, I am afraid he can walk in without even bending his waist.
After crossing the counter, Maca walked deep along the main aisle in the center.
It can be seen that the destruction of the Dark Spirit Pavilion by the fairies is still very complete. Even the conveying passages extending in all directions in the counter have been blocked by collapsed masonry at least half of them. Even if there are still those that have not collapsed, the walls of those passages are covered with scary cracks.
However, blocking these passages does not make much sense in itself, because those passages lead to various trading booths, and they are usually used to transport large or large items to and from the fairies.
So, the fairies also collapsed part of them by the way, completely to cover up the ruins in the deepest part of the main passage.
When Maca reached the end of the main aisle, he found that the entrance to the vault had been completely covered by bricks. Just standing here, you can't even imagine the original appearance in front, because besides the stone, it is still stone.
"Thank you for the trouble--"
While uttering these words casually, Maca stretched out his staff and waved it slightly. Suddenly, the piles of large and small rocks in front of him were tossed from the middle to the sides, revealing a huge circular metal cover embedded on the ground.
It is worth mentioning that the whole thing is covered with a thick layer of gold, which perfectly highlights the vulgar and greedy hobby of the goblin clan.
When Maca came back, this metal lid was still open, because at that time the Dark Spirit Pavilion was still open for business, and many goblins came and went here.
But now, this only entrance has been completely covered by a heavy metal cover, and a lot of magic has been applied to it.
Yes, there is not only the magic of fairies but also the magic of wizards on this lid-Maca even saw a circle of ancient magic inscriptions on the edge of the metal lid.
Obviously, the age when this thing was cast may be some years away from today.
But when Maca saw the circle of inscriptions, he couldn't help but curl up his mouth slightly, revealing a subtle smile.
I have to say that this big lid is still quite difficult to deal with. If Maca insisted on breaking through today, maybe he wouldn't consider competing with this pile of protections.
Compared with this "standard entrance", he would rather start to dig the next floor-although the floor also has magic attached, and the stone is obviously unusual, it is at least comparable to this golden shell It's much easier to make life difficult.
However, when there is an extra circle of inscriptions on the lid, everything is different.
"Clang--"
Maca knocked the gilded iron tuo **** the end of the staff, and then used the sound reinforcement spell to speak loudly:
"Hey! I know you are hiding inside...If you don't want me to remove this big lid, just open the door for me! I ask two questions and go!"
In order to allow the sound to penetrate as far as possible, Maca also deliberately constrained the amplified sound of the sound reinforcement spell, so that they all concentrated towards the underground.
However, even though Maca could feel that there were several sources of magic power walking back and forth under his feet, and one of them quickly left after he yelled twice, the big lid still didn't mean to open at all.
"Wait, you might as well just go find someone."
A few minutes is enough time for the principal of the Dark Spirit Pavilion to know about this. And since there hasn't been the slightest movement so far, it shows that those fairies obviously intend to lie down and treat them as "not at home".
Slightly shook his head, and saw Maca turn his staff upside down and walk along the metal cover for a whole week. As he walked, he held the staff against the circle of inscriptions and selected places several times.
After doing this, he immediately backed away a few steps, then rode his wand to look at the ancient magic texts that were lightened by him.
The next moment, I felt that there was a sudden shock under my feet, and then I saw that the floor around the big iron cover burst into a lot of fine cracks.
It can be seen that the big golden lid is slowly but firmly rising. The power was so great that even the ground that was also accompanied by magic was abruptly cracked.
"Oh! It seems that the ancestors of this group of fairies are really willing to pay for the capital... The magic power stored in this big lid has far exceeded Voldemort's Horcrux?"
This can't help Maca be surprised, because if there is not such a huge magic reserve to provide energy, his changes to the inscription rules will not cause the big lid to break through the ground and rise up.
Originally, he planned to help him out! Now he can even save this energy, he just needs to stand by and watch the show.
Not long after, I just heard a chaotic sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, banging, banging.) As the big iron lid continued to rise, the stones that were brought up suddenly rolled into the entrance of the vault that was gradually opened.
Immediately, Maca heard several screams of fairies coming from below-probably a few hapless guys were hit by falling rocks.
He raised his head and glanced at the big iron lid that was still rising and had begun to hard-top the second floor. Then he took a step forward and jumped down from the circular entrance. Step on the magic book and fly into the vault.
And not long after he entered, the metal cover that had just cracked the floor slab above seemed to have suddenly lost the power to rise, and fell back suddenly.
"Bang--"
With a loud sound of a heavy object falling, the big lid almost returned to its original position almost exactly, but it was significantly lower than before. And those inscriptions that were lit by Maca had already dimmed again.
It's not because the magic power is exhausted—there is more there! This is just because Maca’s temporary changes to the inscription have been silently and automatically lifted...
About ten minutes later! On the street outside the main entrance of the Dark Ling Pavilion, a carriage almost identical to the one Hermione and the others encountered suddenly stopped at the door, and then two figures walked out of the carriage.
"Master Norman, you go in first! I'll put the carriage away first and then come back--"
"Hmm."
Although he is called the "Young Master", the figure is obviously no longer young anymore, and it is even slightly pale on its temples.
However, because his father always occupies the seat of the head of the house, he, a man who is nearly half a century old, still has to be called "Young Master." This feeling somewhat made him feel a bit ironic.
"The goblins of the Dark Spirit Pavilion slipped fast enough," Norman raised his head slightly, glanced at the building in front of him, and whispered, "I don't know where they all went for refuge... Is it ancient? Ling Pavilion?"
"Well... you deserve to be a fairy, shrewd enough, and immediately fled this ruined place as soon as he realized something was wrong... I hope they can survive this catastrophe without incident!"
From his seemingly vicissitudes of life, it can be seen that his usual life is not very good. Not to mention eating, drinking, housing, at least the pressure is certainly not small.
But even so, he still has this idleness to worry about fairies.
Of course, he must have no time to think more now. After the veteran family steward behind him cleared up, they both entered the Dark Ling Pavilion lobby, ran straight to the passage and left the underground black market.
From the beginning to the end, neither of them noticed that a lot of changes had taken place in the deep hall of the dark spirit pavilion.
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On this day when everyone seems to be busy, only one person feels very free. Needless to say, this man is obviously Harry who knows almost nothing about the outside world.
After Kingsley left, he wandered around the castle again, seeming to want to see if he was really the only one left in the school.
The result of "patrolling" everywhere was obvious-there were a lot of spiders in the castle right now, but he couldn't find anyone other than himself.
"Password."
"Madam, do you think it is necessary to say a password? I think you know that, now there is no one else in the school except me..."
Harry stood outside the Gryffindor common room~IndoMTL.com~ looking at the portrait of the fat lady who was guarding the door to prevent him from passing, his face was full of helplessness.
"...No, it's not just people!" Before the fat lady could answer, he couldn't help but continue, "There are no more people who look like "people", only a magical portrait like you, Madame. To talk to me!"
It seemed that Harry was thinking of the ghosts that were everywhere in the past but can't be found now.
"Oh! Poor Mr. Potter!" The fat lady raised her toe glass at Harry, the red wine swayed in the glass, "I can understand your mood, after all, I also had a paragraph back then. The days when I was hung up at the end of the second floor, I couldn’t see anybody alone during that time, which made me worry about getting drunk every day..."
While she was talking, she twisted her lips, which were more red than red wine, and said:
"But you said something wrong-you have to talk about the'looking like people' in school, but there is also a Pepi ghost! It's not going well these days, if you feel it alone If you are lonely, maybe you can go and see it... Well, although I think it’s better to ignore it!"