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Chapter 130 The Fairy's Underground Command
It's not safe to wait outside until night.

Moreover, the dirty old man seemed to be a very cautious person, and it could not be ruled out that he took other protective measures for his shop after closing.

So directly opening a room in this bar is undoubtedly the safest decision.

They walked into this dirty and messy bar. After entering the door, they could clearly feel that the light suddenly dimmed, and the air was obviously filled with a smell like goat's body.

In the lobby of the bar, there were a few wizards sitting here and there, most of them covered their heads and covered their faces. Silk's attire has become the norm here, while Sherlock has become an outlier.

The Pig's Head Bar is not noisy at all, it's very quiet inside, even if there are wizards talking, the voice is deliberately kept low, so that no third person will hear it, and it looks out of place with the bustling street outside.

After Sherlock and Silk entered the door, they walked directly to the bar, and the dirty old man who was wiping the table with the rag after wiping the glass looked at them.

"What would you like to drink?"

He obviously didn't recognize that Sherlock and the others were the ones he drove out of the backyard two months ago.

Sherlock didn't answer his question, but looked sideways at Silk.

"One room or two?"

The dirty old man's eyes suddenly became subtle when he looked at them, he laughed twice, and then recommended.

"I also have a couple suite here, the price is not expensive, as long as"

Before he could finish his introduction, Silk had already thrown a Sickle on the counter.

"One room per person."

The dirty old man smacked his lips, and tightened the Sickle under the counter.

"Room number three, ma'am."

Then he turned his gaze to Sherlock.

"One Sickle is only enough to pay for one room."

Shrugging, Sherlock also took out a silver Sickle from his pocket.

"Room No. [-], be careful not to disturb the guests in Room [-]. He has a bad temper. I don't want you to make trouble in my shop."

The dirty old man took their money with a grunt, then went on to wipe his bar.

Sherlock and Silk walked up to the hotel on the second floor together, and in front of the doors of rooms [-] and [-], they made an appointment in a low voice.

"One o'clock in the morning, or later?"

"I find you,"

"Okay, then I wish you Hugh."

"Oh!"

Seeing the door being closed forcefully, Sherlock couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"It's rude."

He complained, and pushed open the door of room two.

Just like the environment of the bar outside, the whole Pig's Head Bar is only looked after by the dirty old man. You can't expect a person who wipes the table with a rag to wipe the wine glass to clean the room so clean.

The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, but this did not require hands at all, the wizard could do it with a wave of his wand.

Of course, these quilts must have been treated with a cleaning spell, but Sherlock still didn't want to touch the bed, but brushed the chair in the room several times to remove the layer of old dirt on it. , sit on it and close your eyes to meditate.

Time gradually passed, and it gradually became dark every day.

The streets outside Hogsmeade were no longer noisy, and the students had all returned to the castle before six o'clock.

Today is not only Hogsmeade Week, but also Halloween.

And at the Halloween dinner that Sherlock didn't attend, the students still had fun.

Harry had spent the afternoon with Lupine in his office after Sherlock had left, and he had seen Lupine drink the potion Snape had concocted for him.

This made Harry really sweat for him.

Everyone in Hogwarts knew that Snape had always wanted to take a position in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Harry and the others could clearly see that when Snape looked at Lupine, the hatred and disgust in his eyes were fundamental. Unabashedly.

Ron and Hermione brought Harry a lot of candies from Hogsmeade and told him about meeting Sherlock on Hogsmeade Street.

"Hermione guessed right at the beginning of the semester. The other things that Professor Forrest will be busy with this semester are related to that witch." Harry said confidently.

He and Hermione talked about what they had encountered in the castle, and the three of them discussed for a long time without discussing why, so they went directly to the auditorium to attend the Halloween dinner.

Although there are dementors patrolling around the castle, and Black's threat has not been resolved, but this semester has not had any problems since the beginning of the semester, so that the students and the professor are very relaxed.

So everyone had a great time at the dinner, but this kind of happiness only lasted until the end of the dinner.

But since Harry Potter entered school, the annual Halloween dinner at Hogwarts seems to be the beginning of a year of turmoil.

The monster broke into the castle in the first grade, and the first attack occurred in the second grade, and this year's third grade is no exception.

The students left the auditorium chatting and laughing, and returned to their dormitories. The Gryffindor students discovered that a big hole had been torn in the fat lady's portrait, and their lounge had been forcibly broken into!
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall soon arrived at the scene, and the fat lady who had escaped was subsequently found.

The obvious one who had forced his way into the lounge was Blake.

Sherlock didn't know what happened tonight in Hogwarts.

He leaned back on the chair, twirling the wand on his fingertips in his hand boredly, while looking out the window at the night sky that was approaching the full moon.

The weather in the past two days has been pretty good, and the night is full of stars, which makes it easy to calm down.

Sherlock raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and he could clearly hear the soft snoring sound from Room [-] next door.

It's not how loud the people in Room [-] snore, but the sound insulation of the room is really bad, or the wooden board that can only block the view has no sound insulation at all.

Just when Sherlock was thinking about why he hadn't heard anything, someone knocked lightly on the door of his room.

He regained his energy, held the wand firmly in his hand, and opened the door lightly, and Silk stood outside the door.

Neither of them spoke, they just went out and down the corridor and down the stairs.

Late at night, the bar hall was pitch black, Sherlock waved his wand lightly, and cast a silent spell.

The tip of his staff lit up with a faint light, obviously the intensity of the Illuminating Charm deliberately controlled.

With the help of this point of light, they came to the front of the bar.

"So what are we going to do next?" Sherlock asked in a low voice.

Silk didn't answer him, but pulled out his wand, and tapped it on the ground under the bar, as if to determine the location.

Soon she found what she was looking for.

"catch me."

Sherlock reached out and grabbed her arm, and then Silk held his wand back, and gently drew a circle on the ground, while chanting a spell.

"Open Sesame."

This is an ancient lockpicking spell. Before the spell of Arahordong was invented, it was the only lockpicking magic for wizards.

However, because the method was too violent, it was later replaced by the more subtle spells "Alahoo Open" and "Door Open".

But after Silk finished using the spell, the circle her wand was aiming at did not respond at all.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, just when he thought that there was something wrong with Silk's steps, or that the spell was not working correctly.

His body suddenly twisted!
A feeling similar to apparition came, and Sherlock felt his body was spinning rapidly, as if being put into a drum washing machine.

This feeling only lasted for a moment, and the next moment he stepped on the solid ground.

It was pitch black, and Sherlock swung his wand again, using the Illumination Charm that had been interrupted during the teleportation.

A bright white light illuminated the space near him, and Silk stood beside him, Sherlock's other hand still tightly grasping her arm.

"When will you catch it?"

Hearing her speak, Sherlock came back to his senses, and let go of his hands in embarrassment.

"Feel sorry."

Although such an idea is very ungentlemanly, he still feels that it feels good in the hand, very soft and tender.

"Are we underground now?"

They were in a narrow and dark space, which looked like an underground passage, with a sealed wall behind them, and a deep darkness in front.

"Underground of Hogsmeade." Silk walked to the wall behind them, and there were still some vague words left on it.

Sherlock also noticed those words, and there are still a few paragraphs in which the meaning can be understood.

"Beware of the lies of wizard peace talks!"

"We will fight to the end!"

"Every goblin guards his treasure!"

These words are very in line with the meaning of the construction of this underground secret passage. During the goblin rebellion 200 years ago, this was their underground headquarters.

"Didn't you recite the unlocking spell just now? Why were we teleported instead?" Sherlock asked curiously.

Silke said a few words more rarely this time.

"The special device set up by the goblins violently opens the door they reserved underground through the unlocking spell, and the apparition magic preset in advance behind the door will be released, and the person who opens the door will be teleported underground, while no one will be left on the ground. Make a mark."

"Very delicate design." Sherlock praised.

Goblins have been skilled craftsmen since ancient times, and even the sword of Gryffindor was made by them. It is indeed in line with their craftsmanship to be able to create such a secret underground headquarters.

After simply resting at the entrance for a moment, Silk also used the lighting spell, and they moved forward together, heading for the depths of the secret passage.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something else, but the further you go inside, the darker Sherlock feels around.

The most notable change is that the visible range illuminated by the lighting spell is getting smaller and smaller.

After walking forward for about 10 minutes, Sherlock frowned and stopped.

"Something's wrong."

(End of this chapter)