Kapitel 1399: v2 Chapter 1399： Altar of the devil
Harry was not willing to take advantage of Dumbledore, and his heart was like a pot. He didn't understand why Dumbledore would be such a reaction? He was instructed by Snape to explore Malfoy's movements. Has he heard what he said from Snape's mouth? Or is he actually worried, just pretending to be a casual one?
"So, sir!" Ha said in his polite, calm voice, "You still trust..."
"Well, Harry, I have answered this question with tolerance enough." Dumbledore said, but the tone is no longer tolerant. "My answer has not changed. Now, I think we should put our focus back on our eyes. Things are going on."
Harry stared at Dumbledore and looked back at Evan, hoping for help.
The implied meaning in Dumbledore's tone is that this topic ends here. He does not want to discuss whether Malfoy assassinated him or whether Snape is worthy of trust.
undefinedOf course he trusts Snape and knows Malfoy's behavior very well. This is beyond doubt.
To be honest, Ai Wen wanted to ask Dumbledore what he was going to do.
But in the end, I still didn't say anything. When I saw Dumbledore's expression, I knew that I wouldn't answer this question. Now is not the time to say such a thing.
In the few minutes after the end of this topic, the atmosphere was a bit dull.
The surrounding environment also makes everyone not want too much speech, for fear of disturbing the rest of these dead elves.
In this way, they finally stopped in front of the shelf of the incomplete home elf head.
Here is the entrance to the altar of the devil. The skin of the head of the house elf on the shelf presents a strange pale blue, more or less missing an organ or being damaged, like the face of a Mad-Eye, they are squatting Scary light bulb-like eyes, screaming at Evan.
The heads on the shelves are not only hurt, but they also have some kind of unforgettable hatred on their faces.
This kind of expression should not appear on the creatures that are admired by the elves at home. Now it appears to be extraordinarily weird.
No one spoke, even Harry didn't think too much about Dumbledore and Snape or Malfoy.
The nervous heartbeat, the uniform breathing sound, in the quiet and awkward atmosphere, is very clear.
"These house elves have suffered before they were born!" Dumbledore whispered, "Okay, back, we need to crack the magical institutions that are left here."
He said, took out his wand and knocked on the head of a house elf.
砰, 砰, 砰, seems to be knocking on the door, the elf's closed eyes slammed open...
It looked at the six people in front of them, their mouths open and closed, as if they were going to eat them alive.
Elaine screamed low and hurriedly grabbed his mouth and hid behind Hermione.
Because she had been there before, Hermione was prepared, and her stiff body still sold her.
Ai Wen is used to it. Harry and Ron's face next to him are very pale.
At the moment when the eyes of the elf's head were raised at home, their heart rate increased rapidly, but they could persist. But when the group of sinister green wildfires appeared in front of them and attacked them, Ron couldn't help but yell.
Dumbledore swung his wand and all the fires disappeared.
"Interesting and interesting." He whispered, and seemed to find something interesting.
"What is interesting, professor?" asked Ai Wen.
"Do you know what magic is this? Do you have an impression of the magic just now?" Dumbledore asked.
"No impression, Professor." Ai Wen thought for a moment and said, "It just feels weird."
That's right, it's weird.
When he came last time, he felt very strange, whether it was the fluctuation of the surrounding magic or this magic.
"Of course it's weird, because this is not the magic cast by the wizard," said Dumbledore.
Not the magic cast by the wizard, what do you mean?
Is it the magic of the house elf? Or is it the magic of the devil below?
After a hearty sound, the entire shelf slides to the right to reveal the rear space. They walked in and Dumbledore was the first person. His right hand with his sorrowful mantra held his wand high, and his wand made a dazzling white light, dispelling all the darkness.
Behind him, followed by Harry, Ron, Evan and Hermione, and Elaine at the end.
The stairs are always down, and the ground, the two sides of the deputy and the surrounding walls are large black rocks.
The rocks are black, cold, and extraordinarily sinister. They seem to blend together and absorb all the light.
But Dumbledore's right hand holding the wand is steady, and the end of the wand is getting stronger and stronger.
Although the darkness was driven away, the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and it could not be blocked.
Soon, they will spray a white mist when they breathe.
It is already near the center of the altar of the devil, and the ground is covered with a thin layer of ice.
It's not just the ground, it's all about a quirky pale cyan luster.
This is the color of the frost, here is the world of ice.
Ai Wen couldn't help but guess that the source of cold air in the cold storage of the ingredients is not this place.
Although it is December, everyone's robes are very thick, but this cold seems to reach the heart.
Ai Wen's wand swept through himself, Hermione, Elaine, Harry, and Ron, using magic to warm.
Dumbledore did nothing, he didn't seem to feel the cold, and he was looking at the end of the stairs.
There, everything is sparkling, the black rocks are covered by thick ice, and the ice makes up strange shapes.
It was an ice wall, accompanied by a strong magical fluctuation, and the blue-blue halo behind the ice wall flashed from time to time.
"Be careful!" said Dumbledore, and went on.
The passage that Avon entered last time was covered by ice again, and no traces were left.
Dumbledore's wand at the end of the white mist, and soon, the thick ice wall was melted out of an entrance.
Inside, the demon altar is full of blue brilliance and seems to be made entirely of frost.
The altar is made up of dozens of huge stones, forming a concentric shape that looks extraordinarily magnificent.
Each stone is a huge rectangle, standing upright on the ground, about 10 feet high. The adjacent stones are connected by another rock that is horizontally at the top. The number is different and the directions are different. Or across two fast, or three to four, the combined groups are arranged together into a strange pattern.
The stones are not smooth and complete, and the grooves with different shapes are irregularly distributed.
Each groove is inlaid with gems, which are divided into cyan and blue, giving off a faint glow.
Close to some can see clearly, there is a light blue complex magic line between the stones, from time to time there is a flash on it
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