Chapter 305: Underground Ruins

When Fanlin returned to Hogwarts again, it was already very late, and the moon was just about to climb over the top of the castle.

The hands on the watch showed no sign of stopping.

It was already 10:12 at night. As Dumbledore said, they had better get back to the castle of Hogwarts at five minutes to twelve.

It seemed that there was still some time, and Dumbledore asked him to delay for a while before leaving.

Fanlin lowered his head, and he suddenly felt a little unreal, as if what had just happened was a dream, what Idun, what void creation, if his wand had not disappeared...

"Okay..." Fanlin murmured, no matter what, he had to go down there, because the tracking mark on Peter's body came from the bottom of the well. If Fanlin didn't take care of him, it was very likely that Peter would be trapped there forever and eventually die due to the loss of body functions.

However, Fanlin didn't think this method was very suitable for Peter. He should go to Azkaban, and the Dementors would treat him very friendly.

Fanlin sighed. He felt terrible, but he had to move forward because he always felt very strange when he lost his wand.

He walked quickly through the black soil and came to the edge of the well. Fanlin looked down and could clearly see Peter curled up at the bottom of the well.

It seemed that there was no danger except Peter lying there, at least that was the case now.

Fanlin jumped down from the well. He turned into an Animagus. The cat's body was obviously much more flexible than that of a ferret. Fanlin gently kicked the wall of the well a few times and landed lightly on the open space next to Peter.

Peter curled up and it seemed that he fell here. Although Idun told him that Peter would not wake up for a while, Fanlin decided to take Peter with him for safety reasons.

He took out a potion bottle from his pocket. This was the bottle of magic potion given to him by Dumbledore, and it came in handy now.

"Reducio (Shrink quickly)!"

Peter's body quickly shrank to the size of a beetle. Fanlin gently crushed Peter and threw him into the bottle. It seemed that Peter's legs were broken. His legs were bent in a weird way in the bottle.

Fanlin stuffed the bottle with Peter into his pocket. Peter would not die for a while. The air created by magic was enough for him to stay in the bottle for several hours.

Fanlin patted his pocket with satisfaction. Peter's successful capture made him feel good. Then the next part was the part of the void creation mentioned by Idun.

But Fanlin searched for a long time at the bottom of the well, and he only found a short hole. God knows why Voldemort went in, turned into a snake and crawled in from here?

But Fanlin still planned to go in and take a look. At least his Animagus form could just pass through.

Fanlin calmed down, and then he crawled in along the only hole at the bottom of the well that could move forward.

This feels terrible. This is not a passage for walking at all. Perhaps it was dug out by an unknown beast in the forbidden forest. In short, this passage is very crowded. Even if Fanlin turned into a cat, he couldn't move forward very smoothly. He could feel the sharp stone walls constantly rubbing against his body.

Fanlin wondered several times whether he had taken the wrong path or there was something wrong with the way he opened it, but after persisting for a while, his vision suddenly became wider.

Finally, he didn't have to suffer that kind of pain. Fanlin took two steps forward quickly, and then the space around him suddenly became wider, as if he had entered an underground cave.

Unlike imagination, the underground cave, which should have been dark, now exuded bursts of phosphorescence. Looking carefully, it was the phosphorus grass growing on the surrounding rock walls, which emitted a hazy yellow-green fluorescence in the dark.

These herbs are very precious things. They are used to make a kind of hallucinogenic potion, and they are very helpful to the spirit. If Professor Sprague was here, he would definitely like this place very much.

The growth environment of phosphorus grass is too harsh. It needs to grow in a closed and humid cave. If conditions permit, Fanlin doesn't mind picking some, but now is obviously not the time.

Fanlin continued to walk deeper, and the faint fluorescence emitted by the phosphorus grass illuminated the entire cave. The light was connected into one piece, just like fireflies on a summer night.

Fanlin didn't walk far, and soon he came to the end of the passage, where there was a stone door, as if something was locked, and it was covered with dense runes.

This is not the seal that Idun said. Fanlin gently touched the runes on the door with his hand. This should be the entrance to the magic ruins. Voldemort once entered.

Thinking of this, Fanlin was more curious about what was inside. He built such a stone door. Looking at the serpentine carvings next to it, it was no surprise that this was the masterpiece of the Slytherin family. After all, Hogwarts was originally the castle of the Slytherin family, and the development of the surrounding area was of course reasonable.

"But who should have built this underground secret room?" Fanlin thought, "Maybe Salazar Slytherin..." In fact, Hogwarts only recorded Salazar's memory about Slytherin. In the previous memory, it should be found in the genealogy of the Slytherin family, but it seems that the last person in the Slytherin family is Voldemort, who is not even a direct descendant. Obviously, Voldemort doesn't know much about the Slytherin family. After all, he grew up in a Muggle orphanage when he was a child.

Fanlin shook his head and drove this strange idea out of his mind.

He pushed the door hard, but the door did not open. At this time, he remembered the tradition of the Slytherin family. Parseltongue is a unique talent of their family, just like the special blood of other wizard families, which is a kind of inherited talent.

It is difficult for Fanlin to imagine how the first generation of the Slytherin family merged their blood into the blood of the basilisk, but the only advantage is that they like me to use this unique way to set some puzzles to pass the level, such as Salazar Slytherin.

But Fanlin doesn't know those weird Parseltongues, even though Harry often talks in his sleep. But he has some ways of his own.

It turns out that a magic pattern defense array cannot maintain its original efficiency in the long river of time. Maybe hundreds or even decades ago, this defense could still stop Fanlin, but now...

"Bombarda Maima (powerful blast)!" (To be continued)