Chapter 861 I Can Hardly See the Length and Width
"Kreacher, don't talk about him anymore!" Seeing Sirius' downcast expression, Hermione turned her head and stopped Kreacher seriously.
The house elf had to shut up under the influence of Allen's order just now, but he continued to stare at Sirius with disdain and then emphasized this fact with his own eyes.
Immediately, Hermione seemed to feel that her tone just now was too harsh, which might make the house-elf feel worse about herself, so she explained slowly, "Didn't you hear what Alan just said? This kind of poison is very harmful to experience." The effect is especially powerful for those who have suffered from inner pain. Sirius has suffered so much, and the visions produced in the mind affected by the venom are even more terrifying. He has proved his courage by being brave enough to drink so much on his own initiative. "
Kreacher curled his lips in disdain, but didn't say any more. But the contemptuous glance cast at Sirius indicated that his demeanor hadn't changed in any way since he was no longer sarcasm.
Hermione gently comforted Sirius and said: "Sirius, so, there is absolutely no need for you to be ashamed."
Sirius stared at the direction of the stone basin with sunken eyes, his haggard face was full of gloom, suddenly, he turned his head in a daze, looked at Hermione's fluffy brown hair and suddenly asked: "Crookshanks How are you?"
I was a little surprised why the other party mentioned his cat, but Hermione's cheeks were a little hot - in terms of appearance, the only thing Crookshanks can do now is that the fur is very smooth, other than that, it is already fat I can hardly see the length and width.
"It's okay." Hermione's eyes flickered, she turned her gaze away for a moment, then she continued with some reluctance, "You are welcome to visit Crookshanks, it will be very happy to see you. "
"This fat boy is a good and trustworthy partner." After finishing speaking, Sirius stared at the house-elf who was standing next to him, who looked so unpleasant, and couldn't help spitting out the pain caused by his little action just now. , "Not like this traitor."
Hermione thought of how her cat ended up befriending Sirius Black in her third year, and tried to help him find Scabbers, though unwilling to let Sirius find out that he had put Crewe Keshan is almost a hill, but it seems that although Sirius has a bad attitude towards house-elves, at least he has some affection for his cat because of the common adventure.
In fact, Hermione is still very proud of Crookshanks' performance in this matter except that it tried to help Sirius attack Allen. Scabbers became a liar and found him a liar, and kept attacking or chasing Scabbers in the Gryffindor dormitory. Speaking of which, he was somewhat similar to Sirius and liked Harry very much. He often didn’t lie lazily in the dormitory. sitting on his lap—although Harry couldn't stand it anymore in his current shape.
The door to another world reappeared next to it. It turned out that Allen and the death knights he brought had entered the cave. In order to avoid the transmission failure caused by the magical interference in the cave, Allen took great pains to run out to kill these dead knights. The knight calls.
When they came to the pedestal, the three death knights exuding the breath of death dispersed automatically. Allen walked towards the stone basin holding his staff, knowing his next plan, whether it was a wizard or a witch or a house-child The elves let themselves get closer.
"Wait a few minutes, I have to figure out the principle of this base, otherwise there is no way to restore it."
"Why restore?"
"I'll explain to you later, I don't intend to let your brother's efforts be in vain."
For a while, the cave was very quiet, only the sound of Allen groping for the abutment when he recognized and understood the magic effect of the distance echoed.
A few seconds after Allen closed his eyes for a short while, he casually touched the base protruding under the stone basin with the tip of his staff, which was made of burning skulls of abyssal demons. At the moment of contact, he was imprisoned in The magic power circulating in the base was instantly dissected by the ability of the Great Arcanist Staff,
Intense and short-lived buzzing sounds resounded throughout the stone cave, the sound like electric current is disturbing, thin stripes of white light converge, and various distorted figures appear on the top of the stone basin, and then the bright light shines everywhere , and then everything returned to calm.
Allen picked up the crystal shell on the stone basin, scooped up the venom in the stone basin, and then successfully fell to the ground. The transparent venom flowed into a pool on the ground, and was no longer retracted into the stone basin due to magic.
Sirius staggered to the side of the stone basin without any hindrance, and he easily inserted his hand into the remaining liquid in the stone basin.
"What the hell is this thing? It can restore a magical object that lost its magic effect to an ordinary item by touching it?" Sirius was so shocked that he forgot the torture he had just suffered, and pointed to the staff in Allen's hand asked, "I thought it was something like Mad Eye hiding his wand in his crutch or something you learned from Durmstrang, where they performed me in the Goblet of Fire Seen…"
"Perhaps you have heard of an ancient wizard named Mordencan? He invented a spell called Mordencan Disintegration, which I set in this staff." Allen asked Sirius knowingly what he would not I know the magic, and then I explained the specific effect with some satisfaction, "As long as my spellcasting ability when I made this wand is higher than the ability of the mysterious man when he made this abutment, I can break the magic that he planted just by this kind of contact." spell."
"What if the mysterious man has better spellcasting ability than you did when you made the staff?"
"Then I will cast the spell myself and try again."
Sirius glanced uncertainly at Alan who started to fill his own kettle with the remaining venom using shells. The white-haired wizard's current performance was better than the black-haired wizard's original impression of the other party during the Ministry of Magic war last year. It was much stronger, which made him unconsciously compare him with the impression of strength left by the mysterious man and Dumbledore in his heart. After a few seconds, he realized that Sirius, who could no longer judge by his own vision, shook his head and gave up on this. Plan: "Is there a counter-spell more powerful than the end of all curses? You also put this kind of effect magic in the so-called Ravenclaw temple?"
After pouring the last bit of poison into the kettle, Allen and Hermione, who knew the inside story, looked at each other and said: "The knowledge behind this spell is very profound. If your knowledge and talent are enough for you to learn it, you are in Ravenk You can learn it at the Temple of Labor." - You will not be lore enough to understand and cast this spell without reading the Nether Scrolls.
At this time, the violent stirring of the lake stopped their conversation in time. They looked towards the lake, only to see white heads and hands everywhere, and large pieces of dead bodies emerging from the dark water. The sunken eyes of the corpse floating on the water have no pupils, and the expression is eerie and creepy, making people creepy.
Losing control and swimming aimlessly in the lake, the ghost corpses were attracted by the breath of several living people and death knights, and began to approach the rocks in the water, with dry and pale fingers climbing onto the rocks. The sound of paddling the lake water, the screeching sound of fingers wrapped in rotten skin scratching the rock, the sound of dragging footsteps... more and more noisy sounds sounded in the cave, and soon resounded throughout the cave .
The infernal corpses opened their empty and misty eyes, and their rags soaked in water were dragged behind them. Their sunken faces showed no expression. They were ignorant, and they approached the wizards step by step. , stretched out a pair of dry hands, relying on the instinct of hatred of living things left in the mortal body, and planned to devour these living people together with those high-level undead.
He stared at the group of ghost corpses that surrounded his group without blinking. Although he still couldn't see their faces clearly, just by looking at their shapes, he could tell that there were men, women, old and young, and the only one left on his body that was not completely decayed Judging from the remnants of clothing, they should almost all be Muggles.