Chapter 465 Be Careful

It was unknown how much time had passed. Since the priest was engulfed by the flames, the divine patterns in the flames had been moving constantly.

The priest kept trying new combinations, and the flames on the stone wall began to become unstable.

Perhaps they would release something extraordinary by doing this. Fan Lin's mind was a little confused. He felt a kind of power in his body that was ready to move, as if he had sensed something. Even though Fan Lin used magic to calm it down, the chains in his body kept emitting that kind of cold magic.

This was magic of the same nature as his. Fan Lin knew very well where this magic came from. He relied on the magic stone to gradually recover, and the chains that needed to be restored were also constantly absorbing power. As early as when he was in Beauxbatons, Fan Lin felt that the chains had recovered.

Finally, the priest found a feasible combination, and the flames rose violently. Then, in front of them, a vortex of flames seemed to devour everything.

"Come in, I'm here, and this flame won't hurt you." The priest said, and after receiving the supplement of divinity, the priest seemed to have fully recovered, and his face, which was originally a little pale, became ruddy again.

"Of course, I'm not worried." Dumbledore nodded, holding the bone-setting wand in his hand, and then he stepped in.

Fanlin felt a little cold inside. After the door was opened, the coldness emitted by the chain became more obvious.

He knew that they had to destroy this thing. It had already appeared in their lives, so there was no possibility of avoiding these things.

They were wizards, so they had to let Muggles deal with it?

Fanlin thought his idea was a little ridiculous.

He gently touched his chest, and the ice wheel staff appeared in his hand completely. He was in the best condition now.

It is worth mentioning that Nicolas Flamel's design was still very considerate. Fanlin could use this staff as a weak wand. After all, the clumsiness of the staff was well known, and it was really too strange.

For some reason, Fanlin thought of Hermione.

He left the wand with the trace silk with Hermione, which should not cause any accidents.

Fan Lin was thinking randomly, all of which were trivial matters. He needed to relax. Having too many images in his head didn't seem to be a good thing.

Fan Lin took a deep breath. Sirius had already walked in, and the priest was waiting for him at the door.

"A little nervous?" the priest asked.

"No, I completely believe you. I just feel a little irritated." Fan Lin said, and he stepped straight into the vortex of flames.

In fact, it was like a teleportation array, or a flying powder. Fan Lin only felt a little warm on his face, and then his feet touched the ground.

Compared with the fire outside, several people seemed to have returned to the time when they just arrived in this world.

These gods are really interesting. Their means of sealing is to enclose one space in another space, relying on countless layers of space barriers, and then engraving exclusive runes.

This is also a piece of land, like a bubble, but fortunately this space is not very large.

The joining of the priest brought light to everyone, and his right hand was still burning with the flame of divinity.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded gently, and then a ball of fire burst out from the bone-setting wand.

Dumbledore made a light stroke, and the flame burned around the small space.

"Flame is the first thing that humans mastered to bring light, and it is also extremely powerful and can drive away darkness and beasts." Dumbledore said.

The flame quickly grew larger, as if there was something burning on the ground.

However, no one paid attention to these changes, and Fan Lin's eyes were completely attracted by the temple in the middle.

"Welcome to the Parthenon." The priest said that the temple here is no different from the Parthenon Temple built by wizards later. It can be said that the temple outside is a replica of this place, and the Parthenon Temple here is more gorgeous and ancient.

Dumbledore's flame seemed to have some problems. A breeze blew from somewhere, and the flame burning around the small world became flickering.

This is not a normal phenomenon. Here is an absolutely dead space like the outside, and this wind is obviously created by someone.

Could it be that the thing is not dead?

Fan Lin was slightly stunned, and then he felt that his idea was really ridiculous. If this thing is dead, then what are they doing here?

"From now on, even I may not have time to take care of your safety." Dumbledore said seriously, "Although this is irresponsible, I still hope you can protect yourself."

"Please rest assured, Professor," Fan Lin nodded, "If there is anything wrong, I believe Sirius will definitely take me away from there as soon as possible."

"Of course..." Sirius said.

"Don't use Apparition unless it is a last resort," Dumbledore said, "The space layer here is the stone wall of fire outside. If you Apparate rashly, you will easily be trapped inside. Fan Lin knows the power of those divine runes."

"I will remember it." Fan Lin nodded, he looked at Sirius, he had not had time to learn Apparition, when he needed to hide, he obviously had to rely on Sirius.

"Let's go in." The priest said, his right hand just holding the scepter, Fan Lin felt a kind of power constantly bursting out from the priest's body, or more precisely, from the priest's arm.

Dumbledore's bone-setting wand did not react this time. It was just a weapon, a powerful weapon, and naturally, it had to be controlled by the wizard.

Several people walked cautiously towards the central temple. They were very careful, fearing that they would touch something they shouldn't touch.

Everyone's steps became very slow, as if they were old. The brilliance of magic was hidden on their own wands, and everyone was accumulating strength.

In fact, the Parthenon did not have a gate. To be precise, the black hole that was not lit by the fire was like a giant beast that devoured everything.

Fan Lin always had an illusion that he should stop. The further he walked, the stronger this thought became, and Fan Lin's back was wet with sweat.

"Be firm in your beliefs." Dumbledore said, "You know better than anyone what that thing is. It should be said that you have destroyed part of it, the invader from the void. I think we must fight." (To be continued)