Chapter 604: The Frozen Passage

In the eyes of the goblins, house-elves are cowardly traitors not to be forgiven.

Their cruelty and miserable lives are entirely their own fault.

In the eyes of human wizards, house-elves are mere slaves, belonging to the wizard's private property.

They have the right to dispose of their own house-elves, even to kill them, regardless of what they think.

After the Goblin Rebellion, the house-elves lived another very miserable, very dark life.

The only good news is that with the end of the era of pure blood glory and black magic, the status of house elves has been improved to some extent.

Although they were still slaves to wizards, there were very few instances of inhuman persecution.

However, judging by how Dobby was treated at the Malfoys' house before, they were still mistreated.

The scary thing is that both pure-blood wizards and house-elves take these things for granted.

Aiwen hopes that Hermione's House Elf Rights Promotion Association can change this situation, although this is unlikely.

After walking fast for five minutes, he came to the end of the room.

The head of the house elf was no longer on the wall in front of it. Instead, there was a stone staircase extending downward.

At the end of the stone ladder, it was tightly closed by a thick iron gate.

"Where does the door lead to?" Ivan asked, looking around carefully, feeling something was wrong.

The entire room was unobstructed, and only this passage continued forward, but he always felt that things were not that simple.

"I don't know, Master Aiwen, Dobby has never been here!" Dobby replied, looking at the dark corridor in fear.

"We can go in and check it later!" Ai Wen paused, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Wait a minute, since this cold storage can maintain such a low temperature, there must be a magic at work, but I didn't feel it here magic."

On the contrary, the temperature near this corridor seems to have picked up.

Ivan closed his eyes, felt the magic changes in the air, and led Dobby back.

He took a few steps and stopped before a shelf full of mutilated, persecuted house-elf heads.

The heads of the little elves on the shelf were all missing some organ or damaged in some way, just like Moody's face.

In addition, they present a strange light blue color, which looks extraordinarily eerie.

These mummified heads stared at Ivan and Dobby viciously with scary bulb-sized eyes.

Ai Wen didn't know what kind of abuse they had suffered in front of them, which made them look so horrified with such an expression of hatred on their faces.

It stands to reason that this look should not appear on such a submissive creature as a house-elf.

Even if the masters killed them, they probably wouldn't show this expression...

Dobby groaned and closed his eyes again.

Aiwen ignored it directly. When he just passed by, he thought it was because of a problem with the antiseptic potion formula that made the heads of these house elves so weird. Now it seems that this is not the case at all. Full-bodied, what should be said.

Enduring his nausea, he used his wand to knock the heads of the blue house elves on the shelf one by one.

"Master Aiwen!" Dobby looked at him worriedly, not knowing what he was doing.

When Alvin's wand fell on the head of the third house elf on the left with a missing nose, the elf's closed eyes suddenly opened.

He looked at Ai Wen ferociously, as if he wanted to eat Ai Wen alive.

Aiwen took a step back subconsciously, and saw three groups of eerie green magic fires appearing in front of him.

The magic fire rushed towards Aiwen quickly. Amidst Dobby's screams, Aiwen hurriedly lowered his head and passed the magic fire.

He cast a protective magic on himself at the fastest speed, and the remaining two flames hit the protective shield, making a suppressed sound.

A few seconds later, Ivan got up from the ground, looking at the shelf in front of him with lingering fear.

I didn't expect to encounter an attack. Fortunately, I reacted quickly...

It seems that no matter where you are, you can't take it lightly.

He cast another protective magic on himself, and continued to try to crack the mechanism.

This time he was lucky, and when his wand fell over the head of the fourth house-elf, the whole shelf shuddered and slid to the right to give way to a secret downward passage.

Dobby screamed again, staring in surprise at the sudden secret passage.

For Ivan, who has rich experience in castle exploration, he is already familiar with this scene.

In Hogwarts, secret passages can be hidden anywhere, even bedrooms or the headmaster's office.

"Let's go in and take a look!" Ivan said.

He remained vigilant, heightened the light of his wand, and dragged Dobby down the stairs.

This passage extends downwards, and the sides and ground stairs are paved with the unique large black rocks of Hogwarts Castle. It is dark and cold, and looks extraordinarily gloomy, as if To absorb all the light.

The temperature gets lower as you move forward. I don't know when it started. Aiwen found that white mist would be sprayed out when he breathed.

The ground is slippery and covered with a thin layer of ice.

Under the fluorescent light of the wand, Ivan could see that everything was glowing with a weird cyan luster.

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

He had a feeling as if he had entered some isolated ice cave of his own.

The low temperature of the cold storage above is transmitted from here, and I don't know what's underneath? !

"Master Aiwen!" Dobby said tremblingly, "Dobby feels very cold and uncomfortable..."

Ai Wen looked down and saw that the house elf was shivering at his feet, curled up into a ball.

He thought for a while, then tapped himself and Dobby lightly with his wand, warm current flowed in from the place where his wand touched, as if a stream of hot water swirled in his body, dispelling the surrounding cold, allowing himself and Dobby to than get warmer.

Uneasiness and fear were expelled along with the cold, and this dark cold storage seemed to be less scary.

The expression on Dobby's face gradually calmed down, but Aiwen secretly raised his vigilance.

He could feel that the strange magic that made the surroundings colder and lowered the temperature was gradually increasing.

Reminiscent of those house elves who were persecuted with hatred and the trap, facing the unknown environment in front of him, he had to be careful. (to be continued.).

a