Chapter 735 Traces

Myrtle was not there, so Loren and others entered the secret room through the hole in the bathroom.

This is a renovated passage with copper metal water pipes twisting and turning. The moss and slime inside has been removed, so you don’t have to endure the pungent and disgusting smell. The forks of other water pipes connected to this passage have been blocked, making the journey smooth. Arriving cleanly into the tunnel below, Loren felt that this ride experience was much better than before.

Hagrid had some objections to this, but since he wasn't stuck in the middle of the pipe, he didn't care about the discomfort.

As magic power poured into the wand, several clusters of bright blue flames bloomed immediately, floating in the air, jumping and burning, releasing warm and stable light.

There are some slight differences between the scene under the pipe and the memory. Overall, there is no change. It is a dark stone tunnel, and the mud and sand accumulate on the soft and wet ground. Subtle footsteps echo in the tunnel, and occasionally there is a clear clicking sound, which is the sound of stepping on the tunnel. The bones of mice or other animals were found.

After walking through a fork in the flat stone slabs, Harry turned his head and looked at the surrounding walls, feeling a little emotional.

"Harry, do you still remember that there was originally a snake slough placed here?"

Harry turned his head and saw Ron standing next to him, looking around curiously, with an expression of excitement on his face: "At that time, we dragged Lockhart down and followed Crabbe and the others, but we were almost killed. This snake slough is scary..."

"..."

The two parties involved in the adventure began to recall the details of that year, and some memories came to Hermione's mind. She turned to look at someone beside her, with a glint in her eyes.

Someone knew about the secret room and the basilisk for a long time, but he conspired with the principal, causing them to be on tenterhooks for half the semester.

Loren avoided her gaze, but quickly remembered something. He opened his eyes wide and stared back confidently: "What are you looking at? This matter has been settled. What else do you want?"

Hermione didn't refute, she looked him up and down, her eyes scanning a certain part.

"..."

This woman has no manners.

Loren was silent for a moment, then turned and walked deeper into the tunnel.

Go through the fork and turn a corner. Not far ahead is a stone wall with snake-shaped carvings. Two poisonous snakes are entangled with each other, and their eyes are inlaid with shiny emeralds. The magic on it has been cancelled, and the stone wall has not closed the door. Opening a few feet wide, one can get in without a Parseltongue.

The layout of the secret room is like a magnificent palace. The interior is pitch dark. Only the gems inlaid on the stone walls emit a green and dark light. The blue flames pour into the illuminated entire room. It is wide in area, with a high dome and upright stone pillars to protect it. On both sides of the archway, there are statues guarding the deepest part of the chamber.

The old Salazar Slytherin stared ahead quietly, his cheeks distorted and thin due to black magic, but his eyes were very energetic, even stern, but they were not looking at the person who broke into the secret room, he was arrogant. His expression seemed to be looking through the barriers of reality into the distant and unknown void.

Affected by the strange magic power, Loren knew the next steps in his heart, and turned to look at Harry who was a little stunned.

Harry looked up at the statue, returned his gaze to the ground at the foot of the statue, took out the Mirror of Erised from the storage scales, and lifted the black curtain covering it. The smooth mirror shimmered, slightly dazzling, reflecting all the scenes in the dark secret room.

Harry saw himself in the mirror, with a dazed look on his face. Under the lenses were a pair of green eyes, and the scar on his forehead was exactly the same, but left and right were reversed.

He stared silently for a while, then took out all the items collected today from the scales. The pottery pot in Gunter's old house was covered with dust, the notes on making the Horcrux were neatly written, and Crouch's flesh and blood sludge was dark brown and sticky in texture. thick……

Loren and others were standing not far behind Harry. They could see Harry's back and reflection in the mirror, but they were not reflected in the mirror. This did not comply with the laws of optics, but no one was surprised.

When he saw those items appearing in the mirror, Loren couldn't help but frown.

Mirror Harry's complexion seemed to have turned pale. These items clearly did not have any magic power, but the mirror figure seemed to have absorbed some more secret substance from them, and subtle changes occurred that were difficult to detect.

…

Far across the Atlantic Ocean, Mount Greylock, Massachusetts.

There were four figures standing around the green snake tree, two of them were middle-aged people and the other two were elderly.

Newt Scamander stretched out his hand that was scratched by the Bowtruckle and picked off a leaf from the snake tree. The emerald green juice flowed along, spreading along the old man's wrinkled face and seeping into his wound.

Newt felt a pure vitality spread throughout his body. Not only did the cuts on his hands heal, but some of the symptoms of aging were alleviated. He held his breath unconsciously. The effect was outstanding. There was no curse. This plant juice was even better than Unicorn blood is even stranger.

"Don't think about it, the snake tree will not extend your life." Gilbert Fontana seemed to know what he was thinking and shook his head, "It can only relieve physical discomfort and make your rusty joints more lubricated. , to make your aging blood vessels more elastic, that’s all.”

"It's already very precious."

Newt looked at the top of the snake tree. Summer is the season of lush foliage. This tree, like other trees around it, has lush green leaves, but it was once a wand made by Slytherin himself. It should not be the same as the other trees around it. Like ordinary trees, it should be more luxuriant and more vigorous.

He couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "What did Voldemort do to it?"

Dumbledore also had the same doubts. He was slowly circling the trunk of the tree. His blue eyes looked particularly deep in the night. The roots and crown of the tree had been carefully inspected, and no problems were found. Even the land was carefully inspected. I've explored it and found nothing out of the ordinary.

He was certain that Snakewood had not been made into a living Horcrux.

"I have always had doubts about Horcruxes."

Egilbert Fontana looked at the two old men, "The Ilvermorny Library also has the book "Advanced Black Magic Revealed". I have carefully read the chapter on making Horcruxes. To be honest, the content is what I imagined." There has to be a big difference. The split soul is placed on different items, relying on the wonderful connection between the souls, so that the wizard can still stay in the world after death. This form is more uncomfortable than death... But why can Voldemort reverse the soul and body? Complete the resurrection? There is no such content in the Horcrux chapter."

"Well...Severus may be able to give you the answer to this question." Dumbledore didn't look back and continued to look at the snake tree.

Snape's expression was calm, and he was only thinking about how to collect snake tree materials. There was no wave in his eyes: "Voldemort followed the footsteps of Herbo and Slytherin, dug out the resurrection magic ritual from the ruins of history, and perfected it. Improve it and use it on yourself.”

"Can you be more detailed?"

"The God of Death is not a real god. He has no independent consciousness, cannot think, and cannot judge. There is a boundary between life and death. This boundary is not a barrier in conventional concepts, but more like..." Snapton After a moment, he seemed to be thinking about how to word it, "Like a certain positional relationship, all the traces in the world are threads. When they are intertwined and entwined, unique nodes can be identified, and magic potions are used along the nodes to build an empty body to fit the soul. You can... bring the dead back to life.”

Gilbert couldn't help showing an expression of approval: "Is Mr. Snape interested in becoming a professor in Ilvermorny?"

"No."

"It's not limited to Potions, other subjects are also possible."

"don't want."

"..."

Dumbledore looked up and saw the starry sky shining through the canopy of the snakewood tree. He repeated softly: "The traces are the threads, intertwined and twisted to determine the location."