Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1469: Demon Altar

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Harry stared at Dumbledore unwillingly, feeling like he was boiling. He didn't understand, why is Dumbledore such a reaction? Did he instruct Snape to find out the trend of Malfoy's, and have heard what he said from Snape? Or was he actually worried, just pretending to be casual?

"So, sir!" Harry said in his polite, calm voice, "You still trust ..."

"Okay, Harry, I have answered this question with tolerance." Dumbledore said, but the tone is no longer forgiving. "My answer has not changed. Now, I think we should put our focus back to what we are Things. "

Harry looked at Dumbledore blankly, then looked back at Ivan, hoping to get help.

The implied meaning in the tone of Dumbledore is that this topic ends here. He does not want to discuss whether Malfoy assassinated him or whether Snape is worthy of trust.

Of course he trusts Snape and knows Malfoy's well, which is beyond doubt.

To be honest, Ivan wants to ask what Dumbledore intends to do.

But in the end, nothing was said. Looking at the expression of Dumbledore, you know that you will not answer this question, and it is not the time to say such a thing.

In the minutes after the topic ended, the atmosphere was slightly dull.

The surrounding environment also makes everyone do not want to talk too much, for fear of disturbing the rest of these dead little elf / pixie(s) souls.

That's it, they finally stopped in front of the row of incomplete home-filled little elf / pixie(s) heads.

This is the entrance to Demon Altar. The skin of the head of the domestic little elf / pixie(s) on the shelf shows a strange light blue color, more or less missing an organ or damaged, just like the face of Mad-Eye, they stare scary The big bulb-like eyes stared at Ivan fiercely.

The heads on the shelf are not just hurt, they also have some kind of unforgettable hatred on their faces.

This look should n’t appear on the surviving creature little elf / pixie(s), which is home-grown, but it ’s now appearing strangely.

No one speaks, even Harry no longer thinks too much about Dumbledore and Snape and Malfoy's.

The sound of a tense heartbeat, even breathing, is extremely clear in a quiet and treacherous atmosphere.

"These domestic little elf / pixie(s) suffered during their lifetime!" Dumbledore whispered, "Okay, go back, we need to crack the magical institution that stays here."

He said, took out wand(s) and knocked on the head of a domestic little elf / pixie(s) mummy.

Bang, bang, bang, as if knocking on the door, little elf / pixie(s)'s tightly closed eyes suddenly opened ...

It looked at the six people in front of him in a terrible manner, with his mouth open and closed, as if to eat them alive.

Elaine screamed low, and hurriedly covered her mouth, hiding behind Hermione.

Because she had been here before, Hermione was prepared in her heart, and her stiff body still betrayed her.

Ivan is used to it. The Harry and Ron's beside him are very pale.

When the eyes of the head of the corpse keeping little elf / pixie(s) at home opened, their heartbeats also increased rapidly, but they could still hold on. But when the dark green ghost fire appeared in front of them and flew at them, Ron couldn't help shouting.

Dumbledore swung wand(s) hard, and all the ghost fires disappeared.

"Interesting, interesting." He said softly, as if he had found something interesting.

"What is interesting, Professor?" Ivan asked.

"Do you know what magic is this? Do you have any impression of the magic just now?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

"No impression, professor." Ivan thought for a moment and said, "It just feels weird."

Yes, it ’s weird.

When he last came, he felt very strange, whether it was the magic power fluctuations around him or this magic.

"Of course it is strange, because this is not the magic cast by wizard(s)." Dumbledore said.

What's the meaning of the magic cast by wizard(s)?

Is it the magic of domestic little elf / pixie(s)? Or the magic of that Demon below?

After a disturbing sound, the entire shelf slides to the right to reveal the space behind it. They walked in in sequence. Dumbledore was the first person. His right hand full of weird spells held wand(s) high and wand(s) emitted a bright white light, dispelling all darkness.

Behind him, Harry, Ron, Ivan and Hermione, and Elaine came last.

The stairs are all the way down. The ground, the off-hands on both sides, and the surrounding walls are large black rocks.

The rock is black, icy, and extremely gloomy. They seem to merge into one, absorbing all the light.

But Dumbledore's right hand holding wand(s) is very stable, and the light from the wand's tip is getting stronger and stronger.

Although the darkness is driven away, the surrounding temperature is getting lower and lower, and it ca n’t be stopped over.

Soon, they will emit white mist when they breathe.

This place is close to the center of Demon Altar, and the ground is covered with a layer of thin ice.

It ’s not just the ground, everything that touches us is a weird pale cyan gloss.

This is the color of frost, here is the world of ice.

Ivan couldn't help but guess whether the source of air-conditioning in the cold storage for the ingredients above was this place.

Although it is now December, everyone's robe is very thick, but this cold seems to reach the soul.

Ivan's wand(s) swipes over oneself, Hermione, Elaine, Harry, and Ron in turn, using magic to keep warm.

Dumbledore didn't do anything. He didn't seem to feel the cold. He was looking at the end of the stairs.

There, everything is shiny, the black rock is covered with thick ice, and the ice layer forms a strange shape.

It was an ice wall, accompanied by the strong magic power fluctuations, and the blue-blue halo behind the ice wall flashed from time to time.

"Be careful!" Dumbledore said, and went on.

The last passage that Ivan entered was covered with ice again, leaving no trace.

The the wand's tip of Dumbledore emits white mist. Soon, the thick ice wall melted out of an entrance.

Inside, Demon Altar glows blue, and seems to be made entirely of frost.

The altar is made up of dozens of huge stones, forming a concentric shape, which looks extraordinarily magnificent.

Each stone is a huge rectangle, standing above the ground, with a height of more than ten feet. The adjacent stones are connected by another rock on the top, the number is different, the direction Not the same, or across two fast, or three to four blocks, the group is arranged together to form a peculiar pattern.

The stones are not smooth and complete, with irregularly distributed grooves on them.

Each groove is inlaid with gemstones, which are divided into cyan and blue, giving off a faint light.

Close to some, you can see clearly, there are light blue complex magic lines between the gems, and from time to time light flashes on it ...