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Chapter 131 The wooden door with straw hanging

Sherlock and Silk stopped together.

According to the pace of the two of them, they had walked about two kilometers in nearly half an hour.

And it won't be so far across the entire Hogsmeade, which means that their location on the ground is no longer within the Hogsmeade area.

Sherlock frowned and looked at the shiny wand in his hand. The light range was still about five meters before, but now it has been shortened to two meters.

The sight range was getting shorter and shorter, and he was sure it wasn't a problem with his spell.

After the lighting spell is used, as long as the wizard does not interrupt it, its lumens will remain constant.

Therefore, there will never be a situation where the illuminating spell is weakened for no reason, it can only be that there is something wrong with the surrounding environment.

Silk canceled the Illuminating Charm on his wand, and then put the wand upright on the ground with the tip of the wand facing up.

"Show me the way."

She said softly, and then let go of the hand holding the wand, and the wand fell straight forward.

"We're heading south."

The front is still dark, as if it will never come to an end.

Sherlock was thinking about the map on the ground.

In this area, Hogwarts is to the southeast of Hogsmeade, and the Hog's Head is just to the north of Hogsmeade.

They had been heading south now, and this distance must have gone out of Hogsmeade and into the territory of Hogwarts.

It is not known whether the position above their heads was on the Quidditch pitch or directly below the castle.

"We've reached the range of Hogwarts." Sherlock rubbed his chin and looked around, "And there's something wrong with this secret passage."

Silk picked up his wand again.

"This proves that we have not made a mistake. Its destination is Hogwarts. The more problems there are, it proves that it has been here, or it is here now."

Her words made Sherlock subconsciously touch the cloth bag in the pocket of his robe, it was very thick, which made him feel a little relieved.

"Okay, we've come here, can you tell me now, does a normal spell work on that thing?"

Silke didn't spare words like gold at this time, she said carefully.

"Normal charms don't work on it, not even the Killing Curse, it can't be killed, never will, but it's afraid of the Patronus Charm."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds a bit like an enhanced Dementor."

"You can totally think so."

Sherlock moved his wrist and straightened his robes.

"Don't be afraid if you have weaknesses. You may not believe it, but the Patronus Charm is my strong point." He turned to look at Silk, "But you, with a straight face all day, can use this spell? "

Silk ignored him, but waved his wand, making it light up again, and continued walking forward.

Shrugging her shoulders, Sherlock sighed in his heart, as expected, German wizards are so boring, then walked quickly to her side, and walked forward side by side with her.

They walked on for about 10 minutes.

Not only was the darkness getting darker, the lighting spells in their hands had been eroded so that the visibility was less than one meter, and the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, as if it had already entered winter.

Neither of them were delicate people, and the cold was bearable, but the surrounding environment gradually became weird.

All sounds seemed to disappear, except for the sound of their footsteps on the ground and the slight breathing.

Even though it's underground, it's eerily quiet.

"Let's chat." Sherlock couldn't help but speak first as he walked.

Silk did not remain silent or refuse.

"Ah."

"I know that you may be used to this kind of quietness. I feel that you can probably sit for a whole day when you usually do divination."

"No one gets used to it at first."

"Since when did you know that you have a talent for divination? I remember that this kind of talent can only be inherited."

Hearing this question from Sherlock, Silk paused, but she still answered.

"7 is old."

"You already know that you have a talent for divination before going to the magic school? Did your ancestors have a master of divination?"

"I never went to magic school."

Sherlock was suddenly surprised.

"You haven't been there? I thought you graduated from Durmstrang, so where did you learn your magic?"

Silk wrapped his black robe tightly: "My mother."

"Family-style magic education? That's really rare. I remember reading a piece of information that said that after the establishment of Beauxbaton, the latest of the three magic schools, there was no family-style magic education in Europe. , after all, a person in a family, he can't know everything."

When Sherlock touched the subject, other things came to mind.

"Actually, the school of magic has remained the same since it was founded in 1000, and no progress has been seen. The education of wizards is a bit too focused on magic skills, and the guidance of ideas mainly depends on the family. The concept of students in the school is basically It's like the vines that no one takes care of, growing up along the mainstream thinking of the magic world, and there will inevitably be cases of crooked growth."

"You talk a lot."

For his tirade, Silk gave such a response.

Sherlock shrugged.

"In this atmosphere, well, it's like a little bit more than usual."

The temperature seems to have dropped to a certain point, but after getting used to it, it won't feel particularly unbearable.

It's just getting darker and darker.

The visible light of the illuminating spell has been compressed to less than half a meter. When you straighten your arms, you can't see your fingers.

The voice of Sherlock and Silk chatting became lower and lower until both of them fell silent.

For they had come to the end and came to a door.

Together they put their wands in front of the door and saw that it was an unpretentious wooden door.

The door is empty, there is nothing, the simplicity cannot be simpler.

But Sherlock didn't reach out to push it directly, but tentatively used an unlocking spell on it.

The wooden door didn't respond at all.

Even if it wasn't locked, a normal door would open itself under the influence of the Unlocking Charm, and this door was obviously not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Sherlock turned his gaze to Silk.

"According to the news you got, is this door built by goblins?"

"No." The lower half of Silk's exposed face was inexplicably pale, "They didn't tell me this."

Sherlock frowned, and he held out his wand, intending to tap the tip of the wand on the door to check its peculiarities.

However, before he stretched out his hand, Silk's voice suddenly sounded.

"Don't touch it!"

Sherlock stopped his hands and looked at Silk, who had stopped him. Her gaze, which was covered under the hood, looked directly above the door.
Her lips were bloodless, as if she had seen something unacceptable.

Sherlock followed her gaze, and at the edge where the light could illuminate, a yellow straw hung on the stone wall above the wooden door.

It was clearly hung on purpose.

Tied by a rough hemp rope, it hangs from the darkness where you can't see your fingers, and hangs above the door.

That weird feeling is like someone is using hemp rope as a fishing line, the straw is a hook, and the bait that attracts people to take the bait...is the wooden door in front of you!
Sherlock saw that Silk's state was wrong, and he asked solemnly.

"what happened?"

"It knows someone will find this place." Silk's voice was still cold, but her tone seemed to be trembling slightly.

"All it left on purpose was waiting, waiting for us to find it here."

Sherlock looked at the straw hanging by the hemp rope. From the outside, it looked the same as the two straws they picked up on the hill and in the backyard of the Pig's Head Bar before, ordinary and indistinguishable.

But the straw is definitely not that simple.

"so what?"

"If you want to go in, you have to go through this door." Silk's tone obviously became a little confused, "It's easy to open, all spells have no effect, but you just need to push it with your hands. But when you push the door At that time, that person will go through what he fears the most, and if he can bear it, the door can be pushed open."

She didn't say what would happen if she couldn't bear it, and Sherlock didn't ask.

Because this answer, even if you don't say it, everyone will understand it.

"Let's leave first. There must be more than one way to open this door. We can ask other people for help."

Sherlock said calmly.

Silk shook his head.

"There is only this one. I have watched it for five years and know its methods. It is not strong, but no one in its domain can change its authority."

"Maybe it's not in the door at all. The door is just a decoy. We can look for other clues and try again."

Sherlock still didn't want to take any chances.

Whether it is him or Silk, he feels that there is no need to take risks.

But Silk's thinking is obviously different from his.

"You must hold me down for a while."

When she said this, she calmed down instead.

Sherlock's brows knit together.

"I don't think it's worth the risk."

"I didn't catch it, so I'm going to grab it back." Silk said softly.

She handed Sherlock her wand and at the same time walked to the door, taking a deep breath.

"If I'm going to do anything self-harm, hold me down. Also, no matter what happens, don't talk."

With two wands in his hand, Sherlock was silent for a moment when he saw her stubbornness, then nodded slowly.

"I see."

After hearing his affirmative answer, Silk stretched out his pale and slender hand and placed it on the facade.

　Because some things are delayed, the next chapter will be updated in the early morning, if you can’t stay up late, go to sleep, and watch it tomorrow

　　
　
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