Chapter 1469 Demon Altar

Harry stared at Dumbledore unwillingly, feeling as if a pot had boiled over in his heart. He didn't understand why Dumbledore had such a reaction? Did he instruct Snape to find out Malfoy's movements, and has he heard what he said from Snape? Or was he actually worried and just pretending to be nonchalant?

"Then, sir!" said Harry in what he hoped was a polite, calm voice, "you still trust..."

"Well, Harry, I have answered this question leniently enough." Dumbledore said, but his tone was no longer lenient. "My answer has not changed. Now, I think we should return our focus to the present question. things."

Harry looked at Dumbledore blankly, then looked back at Ivan, hoping for help.

The implication in Dumbledore's tone was that this was the end of the subject, that he didn't want to discuss things like Malfoy's assassination of him or whether Snape could be trusted.

Of course he trusted Snape and knew what Malfoy was doing, there was no doubting that.

To be honest, Ivan wanted to ask Dumbledore what he was going to do.

But in the end, he still didn't say anything. Looking at Dumbledore's expression, he knew that he would not answer this question, and now was not the time to talk about such things.

In the few minutes after this topic ended, the atmosphere was slightly dull.

The surrounding environment also made everyone refrain from speaking too much, for fear of disturbing the rest of these dead house elves.

And so they stopped at last at the rack of mutilated house-elf heads.

This is the entrance to the Devil Altar. The skin of the house elf heads on the shelf is a strange light blue color, and they are more or less missing a certain organ or damaged, just like the face of a mad-eyed man. The scary bulb-like big eyes stared at Ivan and the others fiercely.

The heads on the shelf were not just hurt, they had a certain haunted hatred on their faces.

This kind of expression shouldn't appear on such a submissive creature as a house elf, but now it appears, it looks extraordinarily weird.

No one spoke, and even Harry stopped thinking too much about Dumbledore and Snape and Malfoy.

The sound of nervous heartbeat and even breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet and treacherous atmosphere.

"These house-elves suffered in their lifetime!" said Dumbledore softly. "Okay, stand back, we need to decipher the magic mechanism left here."

As he spoke, he took out his wand and tapped it on the mummified head of a house-elf.

Bang, bang, bang, as if knocking on the door, the elf's closed eyes suddenly opened...

It looked ferociously at the six people in front of it, opened and closed its mouth, as if it wanted to eat them alive.

Elaine gave a low scream, covered her mouth hastily, and hid behind Hermione.

Because she had been here before, Hermione was prepared in her heart, but her stiff body still betrayed her.

Ivan is used to it, and the faces of Harry and Ron beside him are very pale.

The moment the eyes of the house-elf's mummified head opened, their heartbeats also sped up, but they persisted. However, Ron couldn't help shouting when the groups of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps appeared in front of them and flew towards them.

Dumbledore flicked his wand vigorously, and all the will-o'-the-wisps disappeared.

"Interesting, interesting." He said softly, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"What's interesting, Professor?" Ivan asked.

"Do you know what kind of magic this is? Do you have any impression of the magic just now?" Dumbledore asked back.

"I have no impression, Professor." Ivan thought about it carefully and said, "It just feels weird."

Yes, it's just weird.

When he came last time, he felt very strange, whether it was the fluctuation of the surrounding magic power or this magic.

"Of course it's strange, because it's not wizard magic," said Dumbledore.

It's not magic cast by a wizard, what do you mean?

Could it be the magic of house elves? Or the magic of the demon below?

After a heart-rending sound, the entire shelf slid open to the right to reveal the space behind. They walked in one by one, and Dumbledore was the first person. His right hands covered with strange spells held the wand and raised it high. The wand emitted a bright white light, dispelling all the darkness.

Behind him, Harry, Ron, Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine walked last.

The stairs went down all the way, and the ground, the deputy on both sides, and the surrounding walls were all large black rocks.

The rocks are dark, cold, and extraordinarily gloomy. They seem to merge into one, absorbing all the light.

But Dumbledore's right hand holding up the wand was very steady, and the light from the end of the wand became stronger and stronger.

Although the darkness was driven away, the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and it was enveloped unstoppably.

Soon, they will exhale white mist when they breathe.

This place is already close to the center of the demon altar, and the ground is covered by a thin layer of ice.

Not only the ground, but everything as far as the eye can see has a strange light blue luster.

This is the color of frost, this is the world of ice.

Aiwen couldn't help guessing whether the source of the air-conditioning in the food cold storage above was this place.

Although it is December and everyone is wearing thick robes, the cold seems to reach the heart.

Ivan's wand passed over himself, Hermione, Elaine, Harry, and Ron in turn, using magic to keep warm.

Dumbledore didn't do anything, he didn't seem to feel the cold, he was looking at the end of the stairs.

There, everything was shiny, black rock covered with thick ice, and the ice was formed into strange shapes.

It was an ice wall, and with the strong fluctuation of magic power, the blue halo behind the ice wall flashed from time to time.

"Be careful!" said Dumbledore, and went on.

The passage that Ivan entered last time was covered by ice again, leaving no traces.

White mist rose from the end of Dumbledore's wand, and soon the thick wall of ice was melting to create an opening.

Inside, the Demon Altar glows blue and seems to be made entirely of frost.

The altar is made up of dozens of huge stone blocks, forming a concentric circle shape, which looks extraordinarily magnificent.

Each stone is a huge rectangle, standing upright above the ground, about ten feet high, and adjacent stones are connected by another rock across the top, in different numbers and in different directions , or spanning two pieces, or three to four pieces, the combined groups are arranged together to form a peculiar pattern.

The stone is not smooth and complete, and grooves of various shapes are irregularly distributed on it.

Each groove is inlaid with precious stones, which are divided into cyan and blue, emitting a faint brilliance.

It can be seen clearly when you get closer. There are light blue complex magic lines between the gems, and light flashes across them from time to time...