Chinese students at Hogwarts.

It smells bad, smells bad, like fermented swill, with a hint of spiciness in the sour smell.

But this smell gradually woke up my groggy head.

Neville's nose twitched twice. He did not open his eyes immediately or get up. Instead, he tried his best to maintain the previous state.

Silently feeling the surrounding environment, the memory still lingers on the moment in the circus waiting for the opening with his friends, but it is obvious that something unexpected happened.

The ground was uneven and it hurt my back, but what was more uncomfortable than the ground was the environment here. It was cold and damp, and the cold air seemed to penetrate into people's bones.

This should be by the water? Or in a cave?

Feeling the slightly turbid air and musty smell, a word jumped out of Neville's mind - underground!

The most likely possibility is that it is underground that has been sealed for a long time.

What about the rest?

Neville suddenly thought of Zhang again. If Zhang was here, he would have woken up earlier than him, right?

After all, in the few months he spent in Wudang, he also had a certain understanding of Chinese Taoism. Although he was an orthodox Taoist cultivator of both life and life, his master, Master Zhou, scorned the Heavenly Master in words.

He is even called an old donkey, which means that he is like an old donkey, tirelessly dragging the door forward.

But there were a few times when he expressed his admiration for the Golden Light Spell of the Tianshi Mansion. Moreover, the wizard had no wand. Thinking of this, Neville hurriedly and carefully stretched his hand to the position he was most familiar with.

Sure enough, the wand was gone.

This is also what I worry about. A wizard without a wand is like a lion without claws, but Taoism is different. Their most powerful weapon is themselves.

The unpleasant smell in the mouth and nose became stronger and stronger. At this moment, disordered breathing suddenly came from the surroundings, followed by a mess of screams and moans:

"Head hurts--"

"where is this?"

"Is the circus over?"

"Is this a new show? Something like Slytherin's escape room?"

"Please, use your brain, we've obviously been kidnapped!"

The last words with a sense of helplessness seemed to come from beside him, and Neville immediately heard it. It was Malfoy's voice.

Malfoy is there too? Is that one also there?

Neville opened his eyes and sat up with his hands on the wet ground.

This seems to be a cell, no, it should be a circle of cells.

These cells are arranged in a semicircle. After a rough count, there are actually hundreds of them.

The little wizards who had just woken up held the iron bars of the cell, put their heads on them, and looked outside eagerly to figure out what was going on.

The cell he was in was not big, and could only fit a few people in it at most.

In fact, it was exactly like this that Neville saw Hermione who was rubbing her head with a painful look on her face, Malfoy who seemed to be thinking with her eyebrows knitted together, and Ron who looked confused.

Malfoy, Hermione, Ron.

"It seems that the cells are divided according to distance?"

Malfoy suddenly whispered.

Ron stared at him, as if trying to figure out what Malfoy meant. Neville just listened silently, and he suddenly felt that Malfoy seemed to know a little more.

"Both Zhang and Harry are not here -" Hermione put down her hand, shook her head vigorously, and said with a sense of joy in her tone, "Zhang should have escaped."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Ron finally couldn't help it anymore, he moved forward and asked in a low voice.

Neville was still silent. He had such a taciturn temperament to begin with. Even if the Daomen released his shackles, Neville was still more willing to be a listener than a talker.

"Zhang came to us at that time and said that there was a problem with the circus and that Harry was missing. But before we could say more, we fainted inexplicably——"

Malfoy was groping for himself as he spoke. His small satchel was still there, with an anti-theft charm on it. It was not easy to take it off easily, but the wand was missing.

Hermione recalled it carefully and said with some uncertainty:

"Water of life and death? But that's not right."

The little witch seemed to have encountered some problem and couldn't help but stand up, holding her chin and thinking desperately:

"The smell I smelled before was very similar to the water of life and death, but the water of life and death can only have an effect if you drink it. Its smell must be very close to have a sleeping effect, but it only stimulates sleepiness and cannot make everyone All unconscious.

So why-"

"Hermione, now is not the time to think about this problem." Neville finally spoke, his voice was low and he spoke very slowly, as if he was thinking while speaking: "Should we first figure out where we are? Should we wait for rescue or find a way to escape?"

The three little wizards turned to look at Neville, and this look made him a little embarrassed.

Hermione nodded heavily:

"You're right. No matter what choice you make, understanding your situation first is definitely the most important thing."

She simply got up and walked around in the small cell. Malfoy and Ron also followed her and explored around the cell, trying to find some useful clues.

More than three hundred little wizards were scattered in dozens of cells, making the entire dungeon noisy like a cafeteria.

There were cries, shouts, and even chatter, and it could only be said that there were very few cells like theirs who had sorted out their thoughts very quickly and prepared for self-rescue quickly.

It can't be said that there isn't, because in another cell, Cedric is also trying to comfort his "commate", and Qiu Zhang is doing the same thing.

These are what Zhang Xiao has been doing, cultivating the young wizards' ability to face emergencies, and now it seems that both Harry and others have finally put them to use.

In the dark cell, only the burning torches outside provided a little light. The room was dark, except for the thick soil and moss, and only the small puddles in the corners reflected the firelight.

Hermione looked around and could only come to the cell door with the best light, hoping to get something useful. In fact, she also found it here.

"here!"

The little witch's eyes widened and she greeted several people in a low voice.

"Look - the patterns here, and the words on them."

Malfoy squinted at the firelight for a while, and sure enough he discovered that there were exquisite and complicated patterns on the lock. This was very rare because there were moss and dust everywhere in the cell, but the lock was as clean as new, even like Some people wipe it every day.

And this pattern always feels a bit familiar.

"What does this mean? What is it written about?" The role of the questioner always seemed to be played by Ron, but he didn't think it was anything, because with Hermione around, few people would use their own brains.

If you raise a problem directly and someone solves it, then most people will choose to throw the problem out.

Malfoy identified it carefully for a while and said uncertainly.