Start at Marvel's Hogwarts Hoo

"Wow…"

"What's wrong dad?"

"Nothing...we're here."

Putting the task behind him for the time being, John gently jumped down from the top and began to fumble awkwardly behind the statue.

"Are you sure the switch is on the statue and not the walls around here... Well, I think I found it."

pat...

The bearings rotated, and with the sound of gears jamming together, the secret door behind the statue slowly opened.

John walked in.

The corridor is very narrow, with some rusty chandeliers hanging on the top, and the ground underfoot is only moist soil... It seems that the priest has no idea of ​​decorating the place properly.

"Dad, there are two guards at the corner ahead, the one closest is facing this way..."

After entering the corridor, the radio wave detection became more accurate, and the entire underground structure was also displayed in a very three-dimensional and detailed manner.

As he approached the corner, John suddenly increased his speed and rushed out quickly. Relying on his Sharingan and his abnormal physical fitness, he eliminated two guards who had not yet understood the situation.

"They are all clergy of this church...why do they all have this purple tattoo on their face?"

Confused, John took a close-up of their faces with his mobile phone and sent it to Ellie.

"Help me find out the origin of this pattern."

"Received, sir."

According to the three-dimensional map, there is a two-story hall next to the corridor, which is about as wide as the church above, and the internal structure is not complicated.

It doesn't look like a laboratory or a terrorist base... the structure inside is more like a replica of the church upstairs, like a parliament hall.

And except for the two guards just now, the rest of the red dots are all concentrated in the hall at the bottom, and the green dots are just behind the door in front of John... in an unguarded state.

He dug out the small camera Ginny gave him from the system space, and John held it up with one hand and pushed open the heavy door with the other...

Children, men, women, old people.

Lying quietly on the wet ground, their deep breathing proved that they were all still alive.

"Look at these..."

Turn on the camera and carefully capture the scene here.

"What do they look like to you?"

"I don't know, dad...maybe...a tribute?"

"I have browsed many religious records in human history, and living sacrifices are not uncommon..."

John casually opened the top button of his suit, trying to free his somewhat tight throat.

"Maybe...it seems we need to have a good chat with the priest..."

With the dim light from the top, John found the stairs leading to the next floor in the room. A faint purple light spread up from the ground... Somehow, John felt something familiar.

After looking back and making sure that they were all asleep, John walked away with a smile.

...

Purple lines covered the ceiling and walls of the second underground room like blood vessels. Subtle vibrations came from John's feet... It was chilling. Whenever a vibration came, the lines on the wall would also gently Agitate...as if they were alive too.

There is no lighting equipment installed here...no electric lights, no candles or torches.

In fact, purple light filled the entire room...and, of course, the piercing howl that came from the front every now and then.

They sounded as if they were coming from a very far away place, and the sounds that were supposed to be sharp sounded faintly low to John's ears, like the whispers of some lost ancient god.

However, he is very sure that Marvel may have many gods, but there is absolutely no such thing among them...

Thinking about the few ancient books on the history of magic that he had read in his mind, John saw the fanatical believers headed by the previous priest...The expressions on their faces made it easy for John to identify their identities.

Thanks to the purple light, which only allowed people to see slightly clearly, John touched the sides of the group of people without being noticed... Of course, it might also be because they were praying very seriously.

After taking a look at the crowd kneeling on the ground and seeing that there were no tied up sacrifices inside, John was ready to wait and see, waiting for action.

He calmly approached the large pillars standing on both sides of the room or hall, and carefully looked at the pictures carved on them... These things all looked like products of modern industry, not original items unearthed from ancient tombs... maybe It's because they don't choose the god they worship, or maybe this god doesn't have any ancient history.

Anyway, from John's point of view, except for the glaring light pollution, the rest of their prayers today were quite inferior... They were not even willing to build a cell for those guys upstairs who were tentatively designated as sacrifices by John. Or 'circle'.

The carvings on the pillars are also quite ugly, and they don’t look like the work of a master…

"They look more like children's scribblings than the totems of a sect."

"Yes, it's a totem... This one-eyed monster with many tentacles should be the god they believe in..."

"I think so too... Do you mind getting acquainted? I guess they may have to kneel down for a while. We can't just chat awkwardly for a long time, right?"

John turned his head when he heard the sound, trying to see who he was talking to... However, he failed... Also because of the purple light, he could only see a black figure hiding in the shadow of the pillar.

emm...Is there a possibility...that this guy is a dark person?As black as a shadow…

"I always feel like you are thinking of something rude... My name is Nick Fury, an FBI agent..."

The black shadow walked out from behind the pillar... As expected, it was not the Sharingan that caused him to be unclear about his appearance!

"What about you? Are you an agent? A captured sacrifice? Or are you just a curious American?"

John carefully looked at the man in front of him with his bald head reflecting purple light and the blindfold on his left eye, and kept trying to recall the time when Project Pegasus took place...

"Um, man, how old are you?"

"What? What the **** question is this?"

"Don't be nervous, buddy, my name is Severus Snape...and I was just curious. If you feel like I've hit a sore spot, forget it..."