Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 239: The Last Supper
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The obscure and damp atmosphere will not disappear in this double secret room, and even breathing in it will give you a heavy and stagnant feeling.
The rotten black wood leaned loosely against the corner of the wall, barely supporting the bookcase to maintain the posture of a thousand years ago.
A corner of the desk has collapsed, revealing the slightly greenish old stone wall behind it.
Although there are traces of corruption and depravity due to time everywhere here, it is even more amazing why they have not silently turned into a puddle of black soil during these thousand years, rather than the passing of the emotive years.
The time has been long enough. If there is no magic protection, I am afraid not to mention Maca, even if I came here in Dumbledore's time, I would not have seen such a scene long ago.
"Perhaps it turns out that this place is protected by magic, but because Salazar Slytherin did not intend to keep this place for future generations, the magic time limit left is not that long..."
Maca thought to himself, stretched out his hand to pull the door of the bookcase, but unexpectedly the whole bookcase collapsed with a crash.
When he pulled out a book from the collapsed damp wooden board, he found that they were in worse condition.
All the pages of the book are glued together with some slippery substance. Even if one page is barely torn out to have a look, it is impossible to distinguish the writing on it.
As for the desk next to it, it is even more empty, except for two faint scratches on the desk that are meaningless, as if telling someone an unknown story.
In the secret room in this secret room, nothing of value seems to be left behind.
But even so, Maca is still carefully examining everything here. Since you can still see the phantom that Salazar deliberately left, there must be some clues here, but he hasn't found it yet.
Just as he was searching for something in the corner of this secret room, as if he felt something, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the wall behind.
There was nothing on that stone wall, no carvings, and no decorations, only wet brown moss spreading between the bricks. It looked greasy and a bit disgusting.
No, he did sense it just now, and there was an extremely subtle wave of magic power passing by.
After thinking about it, Maca stretched out his wand and pointed it at that location, a trace of magic power spreading from the tip of the wand. The next second, he raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded thoughtfully.
If he didn't guess wrong, a magic was solidified there, but the magic power used to maintain it has long been exhausted.
The magic power he sent just now is swallowed, which is the best proof.
After thinking for a while, Maca put the wand against the stone wall, and borrowed the principle of flashback curse to hand out a magical power, trying to make it work again.
With the injection of magic power, countless green light spots spewed out from the cracks in the stone bricks, gathered around Maca and swirled around...
Maca paid attention to these light particles all the time, but did not find any signs of danger, just circling around him unsteadily, like a group of tiny fireflies, circling silently.
He can feel that the consumption of this solidified magic is not high, and it is not a powerful thing.
When the magic power of Maca was injected to a certain level, the light particles suddenly floated away, as if repairing this stone room, covering everything here with a layer of illusion and reality. Light green phantom.
Looking at this, it looks very similar to the phantom of Salazar that I saw at the entrance before.
Maca put down his wand, turned around and took a look, and immediately found that a sometimes blurred and sometimes clear map appeared on the stone wall above the desk.
"The map of the world a thousand years ago?" Maca couldn't help grinning, "This is much more detailed than the nautical chart of Rowena..."
It's a pity that everything he sees now is just a phantom. When the magic power is exhausted, it will return to the previous state.
Looking around, he turned his attention to the map after finding that there was nothing suspicious.
This map contains a lot of information, but they are all various locations thousands of years ago, marked with ancient magic texts one by one, and Maca can roughly understand it.
To this day, the ancient cities and settlements have been ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of history. The locations on the map are completely meaningless, even if he looks at it, it is difficult to find anything worthy of attention. thing.
There was a red circle that made him look more.
As recorded in the "Book of Sin", there is Albania where the Bewitching Monument is now located.
Whether that was brought by Salazar Slytherin, at least now it is certain that he has definitely been there. It was just the note next to the red circle that made Maca stunned.
"Despicable... Helbo... tomb?"
The three vocabularies composed of ancient magic words, without any deep meaning, are simple and straightforward, but Maca couldn't help but take a breath.
"Despicable Helbo" is the oldest and most powerful dark wizard known in the literature. Almost all wizards learned about him through childhood fairy tale books.
But even if this dark wizard is a household name, there is no one who knows him.
If he hadn't checked it out specifically, most people would think that he lived in the same period as the Big Four at Hogwarts.
However, in order to understand the relevant information about the Horcrux invented by this old guy, Maca consulted a lot of information.
According to scattered records, the despicable Helbo was a dark wizard active in ancient Greece, at least a thousand years earlier than the life of the Hogwarts Big Four!
This is a veritable ancient monster!
"...Well...When did the heyday of magical development come?" When the name of such an old monster suddenly appeared, Maca began to feel a little guilty.
The loss of magic is so tragic that people have lost the basis for judgment. When later generations try to explore the traces left by their ancestors, they will inevitably shrink their hands to the point that they can't make progress.
Even Maca, who has been exposed to the power of rules, feels a little weak at this moment.
"Slytherin dare to go, I dare not go without reason..."
After continuing to check in this secret room, Maca, who had no other gains, glanced at the increasingly illusory map, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the phantom-shrouded room again. Stone room.
……
The time was not rich this time. After Maca cleaned up a little bit, he avoided the sight of others and set off for Albania non-stop.
In the United Kingdom, only Gatwick Airport has direct flights to Albania. In order to be efficient, Maca had to fly more than 30 kilometers at full speed on a broomstick, and was blown by the wind along the way. It's all numb.
But what's the solution? He is also desperate without Apparition!
It wasn't until the afternoon that he was able to board the plane to Tirana, the capital of Albania, and this time the long journey really began.
"...No, this piece should be placed here."
On the plane, the Muggles were bored doing things to kill time, such as reading, or...playing with puzzles.
A pair of father and daughter sit next to Maca. The father is about 40 years old, and the girl is about the same age as Maca.
Maca was sitting next to the porthole, and the girl was sitting...well, sitting next to the aisle, her father relentlessly occupied the center.
At this moment, the gentleman-looking uncle is trying to put together a landscape painting puzzle. Her daughter will occasionally give orders, but the two of them have worked together for more than an hour, but the whole painting is still Only one corner was spelled out.
Maca leaned against the porthole, folded his hands on his chest, lazily watching them fight, but thinking about other things in his heart.
The flight time of this flight is estimated to be about 4 hours. When it arrives in Tirana, it is estimated that it has just entered the night.
Another hour passed~IndoMTL.com~The father and daughter worked together to make trouble with each other, and finally completed the four corners and four sides. It can be seen that this has brought them a lot of confidence.
However, at this moment, the plane suddenly shook!
It's always a little frightening when an airplane encounters an air current, but Maca's side "poofed" and laughed unkindly.
Who can think of it?
It took the father and daughter more than two hours to put together a half and a half, but the plane shook, and the fragments on the puzzle board fluttered.
In the horrified sight of the two, their previous efforts vanished at this moment.
The girl stomped her feet with anger, and when she heard Maca's laugh, she didn't care what she was ashamed of, and stared at him harshly.
"Sorry, sorry..." Maca said cheerfully, "I also like puzzles, I'll help you!"
He helped pick up the jigsaw pieces scattered on the ground, then took the jigsaw puzzle board in the hands of the gentleman uncle, and put it together under the dubious eyes of the father and daughter.
No matter how complicated a puzzle is, it is far less difficult than constructing a rune pattern. This kind of boring task of finding a pattern, Maca, has long been used to it.
The corners and corners are indeed the easiest to put together, and they can also be used as benchmarks for subsequent puzzles. After he finishes all the laps, the jigsaw puzzles close to the edge can be judged according to the color blocks.
I saw him put it together in a silly mess, so that the father and daughter next to him were dumbfounded.
More than ten minutes later, a world-class masterpiece "The Last Supper" was displayed in front of the three of them.
"This is... so cool!" The girl's eyes flickered, incredibly authentic.
But Maca was holding the puzzle board, staring at the work of Leonardo da Vinci, a famous Italian artist, in a daze.