Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Oh, is this side falling?”

Through the passages hidden in the paintings in the gallery, Marx finally came to the dark Spirit Pavilion hall in the underground black market. As soon as he came in, he saw the stone pillars that were dumped, the damaged walls, and the broken bricks scattered everywhere.

Of course, due to the fog, he still couldn’t see how far it was, so that there was no way to confirm the extent to which this originally crowded office was damaged.

However, just like the galleries outside the passageway, it seems that the dark Spirit Pavilion, which is crumbling everywhere, obviously has the same trace of Goblin magic. Therefore, the scenes he sees are real, not illusions, but in reality they are mostly from Goblin’s own hands.

So, where are the Goblins who are clever and clever, where are they hiding now?

When I thought of it, Marx suddenly turned his head and looked at the direction of the counter inside the moving side. Although I couldn’t see the counter inside the hall, Marx still remembers that there is a whole row.

And in the passage behind the counter, it is the entrance to the underground Vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion… and that is naturally the only exit.

He stood in the spot and thought about it, then turned and walked there.

“I felt it when I passed the passage…should it be the magic of the detection class? So, those Goblin should know if Hermione has come or not.”

This underground black market is not small, and the terrain is especially complicated. If you want to find someone here, it is not much easier than finding someone in London.

So, in order not to waste too much time, Marx decided to ask Goblin to ask.

“…I hope those guys can match it!”

It must be said that he did not expect that he actually had a day to visit the Dark Spirit Pavilion Vault again.

I wanted to sneak in and sneak in. He was an Animagus variant and a Polyjuice Potion. It took a lot of effort.

But today, the original almost completely closed counter is like a ransack, and a considerable hole has been broken in the middle. Not to mention him, even if Hagrid comes over, I am afraid I can walk straight in without even bending.

After crossing the counter, Marx walked deep down the central main channel.

It can be seen that the destruction of the Dark Spirit Pavilion by Goblin is still very thorough. Even the transport lanes in the counters, at least one and a half have been blocked by the collapsed masonry, and even those that have not collapsed, the passage walls are covered with scary cracks.

However, blocking these channels does not really make much sense in itself, because those channels lead to various transaction rooms, which are usually used to transport large or large access items to Goblin.

So, Goblin, by the way, also collapsed them a bit, completely to cover the ruins of the deepest part of the main channel.

When Marx reached the end of the main channel, he found that the entrance to the vault had been completely obscured by the bricks. It is just standing here, and it is impossible to imagine the original appearance of the front, because it is still a stone in addition to the stone.

“Trouble let one get -“

While saying this at the same time, I saw that Marx stretched out his staff and lifted it. Suddenly, the large and small stones that piled up in front of him immediately rolled up from the middle to the sides, revealing a huge circular metal cover embedded in the ground.

It is worth mentioning that the whole thing has been coated with a thick layer of gold, which perfectly highlights the vulgar and greedy hobby of Goblin race.

When the Marx came, the metal lid was still open, because at that time the Dark Spirit Pavilion was still open, and many Goblin were coming in and out here.

But now, this one after another entrance has been completely covered by a heavy metal cover, and a large variety of magic is applied to it.

That’s right, not only does Goblin’s magic be on the cover, but the magic of the wizard, Marx, even sees an inscription of ancient runes on the edge of the metal cover.

Obviously, the age when this gadget was cast is probably some years away from today.

But when Marx saw the inscription on the circle, he couldn’t help but slightly smack his lips, revealing a subtle smile.

I have to say that this big cover is still quite difficult to deal with. If Marx has to be hard today, perhaps it will not consider the go with this overlapping and overlapping protection.

Compared to this “standard entrance”, he would rather start to dig the floor next to it – although the floor is also attached with magic, and the stone is obviously not ordinary, at least better than the golden light glittering Wang Ba shell. It’s much easier.

However, when there is more inscription on the cover, everything is different.

“铛铛-“

The end of Marx’s scepter slammed the gold-plated big iron scorpion, and then used the sound-melting spell loudly said:

“Hey! I know you are hiding inside… If you don’t want me to take this big cover off, just open the door for me! I ask two questions and leave!”

In order to make the sound penetrate the past as much as possible, Marx also specifically restrained the sound of the enlarged sound spell, letting them all concentrate on the underground.

However, even if Marx could feel that there were several magic power sources, he walked back and forth under his feet. One of them left after he shouted twice, but the big cover still had no need to open.

“If you wait any longer, you might as well go straight to someone.”

In a matter of minutes, it is enough for the principal of the Dark Spirit Pavilion to know about it. And since there hasn’t been any movement until now, this shows that those Goblin are obviously going to be “not at home” when they are nesting below.

Shaking his head slightly, I saw Marx reverse the staff and walked along the metal cover for a whole week. As he walked, he also took the staff to choose the location of the circle of inscriptions several times.

After doing this, he immediately stepped back a few steps, then looked at the staff and looked at the ancient runes that he was lit one by one.

The next moment, I suddenly felt a sudden shock, and even the floor around the big iron cover cracked a lot of fine cracks.

It can be seen that the golden cover at the moment is slowly rising and unswervingly rising. The power is so great that even the ground with the magic is cracked by forcibly.

“Oh! It seems that this group of Goblin’s ancestors really saved their money… The amount of magic power stored in this big cover is far more than Voldemort’s Horcrux?”

This is not surprising to Marx, because if there is no such huge amount of magic power to provide energy, his changes to the inscription rules will not let the big cover rise directly to the ground.

Originally, he also planned to help himself with some help! Now that this effort is saved, he just needs to stand by and watch the play.

Not long after, I only heard a bang, and as the big iron cover continued to rise, the stone that was brought up suddenly rolled into the gradually opening Vault entrance.

On time, Marx heard several screams from the Goblins coming from the following – probably a few bad luck guys were thrown into the rocks.

He looked up and glanced at the large iron cover that was still rising and had started the hard-top 2nd-layer floor. This stepped over from the round entrance and stepped onto the magic. The book flew inside the Vault.

And that is, not long after he entered, the metal cover that had just cracked the slab above it seemed to suddenly have no upward momentum, and the ground fell.

“boom–“

With a loud noise falling from the heavy object, the big cover was almost covered and returned to its original position, only a little lower than before. And the inscriptions that were lighted up by Marx have once again faded.

This is not because the magic power is exhausted – there are still many heads there! This is only because Marx’s temporary changes to the inscription have been silently and automatically removed…

It’s probably more than ten minutes later! On the street outside the main entrance of the Dark Spirit Pavilion, a carriage that was almost identical to what Hermione had encountered suddenly stopped at the door, and then two figures came out of the carriage.

“Norman Young Master, you go ahead! I will collect the carriage first -“

“Ah.”

Although it is called “Young Master”, that silhouette is obviously no longer young, and even some of it is slightly white.

However, since Father has always occupied Patriarch’s position, his man, who is nearly half a hundred years old, still has to be called “Young Master.” This feeling makes him feel a bit ironic.

“The Goblin of the Dark Spirit Pavilion is really fast enough,” Norman looked up slightly, and moved toward the building in front of him, whispering. “I don’t know where to go to take refuge… Is it Gringotts?”

“Well… it’s Goblin, enough Pukwudgie, and when I feel that something is wrong, I immediately fled the broken place… I hope they can survive this disaster safely!”

It can be seen from his seemingly vicissitudes of his face that his usual days are not very good. Do not say eat and drink, at least the pressure is certainly not small.

But even so, he still has this worry for Goblin.

Of course, at this moment, he must have no time to continue thinking more. After waiting for the family’s old management package, both of them went into the dark Spirit Pavilion hall and went straight to the passage to leave the underground black market.

From the beginning to the end, neither of them noticed that there has been a big change in the depths of the dark Spirit Pavilion.

……

In this day when everyone seems to be busy, only one person feels very idle. Needless to say, this person is obviously Harry who knows almost nothing about the outside world.

After Kingsley left, he wandered around the castle again, and seemed to want to see if there was really only one person left in the school.

The result of “patrolling” everywhere is obvious – there are a lot of spiders in the castle, but he can’t find anyone other than himself.

“password.”

“Madam, do you think it is necessary to say password? I think you know, there is no other person in the school except me…”

Harry stood outside the Gryffindor common room and looked at the portrait of the fat lady who kept him at the door and was full of helpless.

“…no, not just people!” Waiting for the fat lady to answer, he couldn’t help but continue. “Even if it looks like ‘people’, there is no magic portrait like me.” say something!”

It seems that Harry is thinking of the ghosts that have been seen everywhere in the past, but now they can’t find them.

“Oh! Poor Mr Potter!” Fat lady slammed Harry’s high-handed cup at Harry’s raise, and the red wine swayed in the cup. “I can understand your mood. After all, I was also hanging on the second floor.” At the end of the day, I really couldn’t see it for a while, and it made me feel like I was drunk every day…”

As she said, she saw her lips twisted more than red wine, and then said:

“But you have a wrong sentence – you have to say that ‘the looks like a person’ in the school, but there is also a Peeves! It has not been very good these days. If you feel lonely, maybe you can Go and see it… um, although I think I should ignore it!”