[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

Harry didn't feel any difference between tonight's cave and yesterday's.

But there were still a few crucibles and cooking utensils, and they all kept their original positions, and they were definitely not touched by anyone.At night, it was dark in this cave, and Harry looked suspiciously at Lucius, who was emitting fluorescent lights, and found that Lucius was also staring at him.

"Take out your wand," said the platinum nobleman, as flat as he was talking about the weather.

Harry shrugged slightly: "Next?"

Harry's wand was of course already in his hand, but he had no idea what to do next.

"What spell should I use? Quickly imprison and fly around?"

"No," Lucius shook his head and paused for a while, as if confirming his judgment for the last time, "Avada Kedavra."

"Why?" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Try it, it's just to confirm a guess." Lucius looked at the cave wall again, and pointed, "Facing the place where no one is, imagine how you felt during that decisive battle."

Harry scratched his scalp, as if to confirm that his ears heard correctly.In the end, he cast a killing curse against a cave wall, and the green light sank into the stone wall without a sound, and then there was no movement.

"What does that mean?" Harry frowned, ruefully remembering the regret of not being able to go to the bar.

At this time, they were supposed to have their last carnival in the Muggle village down the hill, regardless of whether Voldemort would appear in the Ministry of Magic in London's underground tomorrow, they should have drunk all the wine there and sang hoarsely.Just like Tom and Severus did that ordinary evening.

Lucius didn't answer, just continued to stare suspiciously at the place where the green light disappeared, Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to go forward, or what to do.During the 1-minute silence, several professors and Aurors who came with us reacted differently. Some began to whisper in doubt, and some seemed to be thinking.

However, a violent fluctuation of magic power suddenly swept everything.Everyone was surprised to see that the hard wall of the cave began to disintegrate from that place, as if a small hole was sunken there, and smoke-like things flew out of it piece by piece, which was enough to remind them of a scene that seemed familiar to them.

"Mr. Malfoy, how do you know this is just an illusion?" Flitwick was the first to conclude.

"I'm not sure, I'm just giving it a try." Lucius replied loudly, and the sound reached the ears of others with difficulty.

"Actually, you think the Dark Lord used Illusion at Hogwarts, and Harry's Disarming Charm just hit a phantom?"

"Maybe……"

Lucius tried to turn up the volume, but they couldn't have a normal conversation.The tumbling smoke quickly swept the entire cave with a powerful storm of magic power. Everyone's only task now is to ensure that they can barely stand on their own, instead of being blasted to the bottom of the cliff.No one cared about thinking about the illusion—they were busy casting various spells, and some tried to hold on to the cave wall for balance, but immediately realized that this was inappropriate—because, for some reason, the ground under their feet The cave was rapidly shrinking and moving inward, the people standing outside hurriedly used the floating spell, and the rest of the people had to run in quickly in order to keep up with the shrinking speed of the cave.

Then it all went away in a matter of minutes.

The smoke that flew away in flakes dispersed, but the intensity of the magic fluctuations was still quite large.Finally, the visitors stood up and identified a cave that was very similar to the cave just now—except that near the entrance of the cave, there was a field of Riverdale growing, and a candle was burning.At this time, everyone saw in horror that the blossoming golden Rivedale quickly turned black under the fluctuation of magic power, and then hung down, turning into a scorched and withered state.And among the black flowers, the originally black pollen turned white, popped out like small marbles, and scattered on a black robe one after another, quite eye-catching.

In just a few minutes, most of Rivedale has withered—not only the golden flowers, but also their broad leaves are constantly curling and withering, turning from oily green to pale, and even glowing like burnt flowers. Burning flaking sound.Under the faint light of the magic candle, the wands of the intruders confronted a gray-white wand. Tom Riddle, who had apparently just survived the magic storm, stood beside the clump of disabled Rivedale, about Think about what should be done.The intruders were also thinking about the same problem. They couldn't think about what magic Tom had cast on the cave, but everyone could see that another man in the blackened flowers was stroking his belly with one hand and He tried to prop up his body with one hand, and approached the former Dark Lord.

Severus looked weak.

"No, Tom... give it to me."

Severus raised one hand, caught the wand in Tom's hand, and with his fingertips dug at the other's palm, he took it into his hand with difficulty.

"What are you going to do?" Tom bellowed angrily, but Severus turned the tip of his wand and uttered an unheard spell with difficulty but clearly.

"Ultimate Teleportation!"

"Sev!"

Before Tom could finish shouting the name, he disappeared from the cave out of thin air.The man who seemed to have exhausted his magic closed his eyes tiredly, lowered his wand, and then fell headlong into the completely withered Riverdale.Under the ravages of the magic storm, the branches and leaves that make up the bed and the levitation spell failed, and Severus' body fell straight into the pile of broken leaves. A line of blood slowly seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and the dripping instantly became On rock-hard soil.