The Death Knell

The elevator ran silently and quickly, and soon sent the two of them deep underground. The only pity was that there was no scenery along the way, only the faint sound of friction, and the sound of 'ding' after arriving at the station.

The mirror-like elevator door opened, and in front of it was a spacious hall, which was about the same size as the Hogwarts Great Hall, but the architectural style was completely different.

The ceiling and walls here are like dark blue velvet, dotted with shining stars, giving people a mysterious and gorgeous feeling.

And in the center of the hall is a circular depression, some like a deeper dance floor, and some like a swimming pool without water.

On the other side of the sunken area, in the distance is a wall made of blue stained glass, which should be the story of the establishment of Hogwarts, and beside the pool, there are still four giant picture frames, which can only be seen at this time. As for the background of the painting, there is a library, a laboratory, and it is probably the background of some figure paintings, but I don’t know where the people in the paintings went.

"It's beautiful here, Professor?"

Hermione looked up at the starry ceiling, but she didn't let her guard down. She had already held the shotgun and the wand in her left and right hands respectively.

After all, any danger in the secret room is unpredictable.

"It's okay, I'm here." Su Ming stepped forward, the armor on his body trembled spontaneously, shaking off the water drops like a small animal: "This is the so-called ancient magic trial field, and it will appear in this portrait later Four people, they will ask some questions and give some answers, I want to see if you can obtain ancient magic, of course, it doesn’t matter if you can’t, we can go on and find those sealed emotions directly.”

"Understood, but ancient magic should be a kind of talent, right?" The witch tapped herself with her wand, and the robe on her body dried instantly: "It's like only one person in millions of Muggles has the talent to learn magic. So out of millions of wizards, only one has the talent to learn ancient magic?"

"Theoretically speaking, this is the case. If you want to use a certain power, you must first obtain certain concepts or authority." The professor smiled and nodded. He stood at the end of the circular depression and waited for the portrait. Someone came out to pick up the guests: "But if you just want to use those negative emotions, I have a way. Maybe after mastering those emotions, I can force you to awaken ancient magic."

Hearing his tone as if he was doing an experiment, Hermione rolled her eyes again:

"Sounds unreliable, aren't you afraid that I will become a lunatic like Isidora?"

"You won't, Isidora lives in an era without mobile phones, she doesn't have an inexhaustible bonanza in her hands, and now you want to collect negative emotions, just take out your mobile phone and surf the Internet, Heh, maybe you can try to **** the negative emotions of keyboard warriors along the network cable?"

Anyway, the idea of ​​Deathstroke seems a little crazy, and he doesn't see a bad thing in harnessing the power of emotions.

Hermione, who was a head shorter beside her, thought for a while, and was about to say something, but maybe Isidora's name was mentioned during the conversation just now. At this time, a portrait on the opposite side of the round pool came from outside the frame a figure.

It was an old mage with a white beard, who looked very thin, with an octagonal hat lying limply on the top of his head, and his eyes looked very complicated.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

His voice was like dry bark rubbing against each other, constantly echoing in this dark underground space.

But Su Ming didn't answer him right away, but looked like he was teaching, and said to the girl beside him, "Have you seen this master? He is Professor Percival Rackham, who lived at Hogwarts 1100 years ago." Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Isidora's teacher."

"Pitiful…"

Hermione sighed a little and looked at the old man in the portrait with sympathy, because she still remembered that in that story, the professor was killed by his blackened apprentice.

The communication between the two ignored Rackham, but the old man was not angry. He deserved to be a teacher, but his expression looked a little lonely, and he muttered to himself:

"

It has been more than a thousand years since that incident, so it has been four hundred years since the time of that child..."

"My student, don't be sad about the fact that Professor Rackham was killed by his own students, because otherwise, he might not appear in the portrait here, as a guardian has been protecting the secrets of Hogwarts , Naturally, it will be difficult for us to find him to communicate with today.”

Death Bell rubbed the student's head, hugged her and came to the center of the circular dance floor. He looked up at the giant oil painting that was as tall as seven or eight people:

"Okay, Professor Rackham, let's make a long story short. My student is a little interested in ancient magic. I can make a deal with you and teach her what you know, and then I can bring four portraits of you and your friends back to the school. Get to the surface so you can bask in the sun once in a while in this state."

Su Ming thought the offer was quite reasonable.

These four portraits are the guardians of the secret treasure house. If Hermione takes away all those sealed emotions today, then they will have nothing to guard. If they stay here, they will be covered by history forever in the dark.

Why not make a deal, let everyone have a win-win situation, so that they can also go to see the current wizarding world, although it can only be in a picture frame, but hanging in Hogwarts Castle, compared to putting it in these hundreds of Wouldn't it be much better to have a basement where no one comes down every year?

"Portraits cannot be exposed to the sun, it will destroy the color in the paint, this is something that even Muggles know." A wizard walked into another painting frame, and it could be seen from the color of the skin that it was a Ah San: "Is the level of Hogwarts professors so bad now? They don't even know about such things?"

"Ouch~www.NovelMTL.com~ Look at his deadly appearance! That is to say, I am in a good mood now, and I am too lazy to argue with a painting. If Wade is here, he can argue with a painting all day long! "

Su Ming tilted his head, Hang Shou automatically lit a cigarette for him, he took a puff leisurely, and said to the apprentices beside him:

"This is the Indian who attacked Isidora from behind with the death curse, and recorded the stripping curse in the book, which led to Voldemort's inspiration." "No sneak attack! Don't talk nonsense!"

It's easy to talk about other things, but this professor seems to be particularly concerned about whether to attack or not. The expression on his dark face at this time is obviously angry.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, no." Deathstroke flicked the soot aside with a perfunctory look, then turned to Hermione and said, "Don't pay attention to him, this Indian does nothing but make magic curry Expertise, our trading partner is only Professor Rackham, and it doesn’t matter what other people say. In the future, when you encounter a messy person like him, just follow the example of my teacher and fool me, and get rid of it, have you learned it?”

"Yeah, I've learned, Professor." Hermione nodded quickly with a smile. Although this does not conform to British social etiquette, it is still a way.