Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 436
Despicable Hai Erbo - for Sirius, this is just an ordinary name, although there is a separate record of him in the history of magic, in the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts, there are also many books on black magic on the title pages , engraved with this name, but, what is there to care about a black wizard who died 2000 years ago?
But following the memory of the two founders of Hogwarts to this point, Sirius knew that he was very wrong!

Horcruxes, split the soul to gain eternal life, can the soul be cut?
Sirius didn't quite understand what Gryffindor said, but the fact that the dementors were those wizards who over-divided their souls still frightened him a lot.As for what Rowena Ravenclaw said, the house-elf was probably created by Haierbo to create a race of intelligent life with magic. Sirius could no longer imagine that this guy's strength has reached the point of life!

"Amosta?"

They finally stepped on the ladder with the house elf as the bottom. Walking on such a path, no one can look good. They try to avoid looking at both sides of the ladder, and even after death, they still maintain humility and flattery. face, silently descending.

Sirius suddenly said with a gloomy face, "You have been chasing Hai Erbo, right?"

Amosta was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and after a long silence, he nodded slightly.

"But—could it be said!" Sirius wanted to ask urgently, but he suddenly heard the conversation between the two founders of Hogwarts when he was on the top, and immediately showed a horrified expression,

"This guy is still alive?!"

"I guess so." Amosta said blankly, looking not in a good mood.

"Live for 2000 years?!" Sirius' voice was distorted, "Also, when we just came in, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor mentioned Merlin, what happened?"

But this time, Amosta didn't give any answer, his eyes were focused on the surging magma, and he seemed to find something.

"All right--"

Realizing that Amosta obviously didn't want to answer these questions, Sirius closed his mouth resentfully, but within a few seconds, he couldn't help mumbling again,

"Looking at the situation here, I now feel that Voldemort is not so dangerous."

There were indeed some things floating in the magma, which were the bones of some creatures after their flesh and blood had been burned away. Most of them could no longer be identified, but Amosta was still able to find that one of them should belong to a fire dragon.The remains of this fire dragon were much thicker and more ferocious than the ones he had seen before, and probably belonged to the ancestor of fire dragons.

Haierbo should regard this magma lake as a garbage incinerator. Several people found some wreckage in the boiling magma, most of which are incomplete, but considering that the remains of these creatures have been soaked in the magma for more than ten centuries They haven't been completely burned yet, so it's amazing how amazing they are when they're alive.

They descended to the level of the magma, and the surging magma was only separated from them by a thin layer of magic shield.As the magma flowed, the bones of creatures that could not be melted continued to hit the barrier with the fire waves. Even though they knew that there would be no problems, it still made people feel extremely depressing.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were not communicating with each other either. They stepped forward and finally stood in front of a dark door under the lava lake 10 minutes later.

This is a huge black stone door, and there are several giant pythons winding and circling on the door. The pythons look down with lifelike eyes, and they open their big ferocious mouths with chilling fangs.

"The basilisk--"

Amosta murmured softly, without thinking too much, he also knew how to open the door.

hiss--
Ravenclaw used Parseltongue again, and Amostar's eyes flickered, and he carefully recorded the weird tone.

Hum——
Amidst a heavy rumbling sound, the gloom blooming in front of his eyes quickly swallowed up the dazzling brilliance of the magma.

A door separates two worlds. The room they are in is like the entrance hall in front of the Hogwarts auditorium. There is no trace of heat in the tall and dark room, and there is even a trace of warmth in the humid air. The chill, this chill was stored in the memories of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and made Amosta and Sirius feel like they were in the same place.

"There are dementors here!"

More than ten years of imprisonment in Azkaban has done too much harm to Sirius. As soon as he felt the familiar chill, Sirius shrunk his body subconsciously, swayed non-stop, and even wanted to become an Anima Gus form.

Clang!

After they all entered the foyer, the door closed automatically, and there was no light source around, only the faint starlight radiating from the dome.On the opposite side is still a tall stone door, and the cracks in the closed door and the cracks in the ground are constantly blowing out white silky cold smoke.

Looking directly at the gate, everyone felt a sense of enlightenment in their hearts. They had probably touched the core of this underground ruin.

When they approached, the door opened automatically, and a room that was not much worse than the temple hall on Avalon Island finally appeared in front of them.

Gryffindor raised his sword for the third time after going to the island, but this time, he was still stopped by Ravenclaw.

"It doesn't make sense, Godric—"

There was a gloom in Ravenclaw's beautiful face, she said wearily,

"We've tried and we can't destroy this creature."

"What the hell is this?"

Sirius' eyes were full of bewilderment, he stared at the hall, his thoughts were chaotic and he couldn't make any rational judgment.

call--
Amosta sighed deeply, his face was heavy,
"Probably. This is the 'processing workshop' of the dementors—"

In the huge hall, from the stone gate they entered, to the other side beyond the sight, every few steps, there was a beautiful white halo floating a few feet above the ground.Like a dizzying nebula suspended in a cold and lonely universe.

The nebula gave birth to stars, but in the halo in front of them, there was an incomplete silhouette of a human figure.

Gryffindor's palm brushed over those halos, and those scattered light sands floated in the dark air, like stars playing.

"Is this the spiritual power that the creatures in the nearby sea area have been deprived of?"

Gryffindor asked in a heavy tone, and after getting this conclusion from Ravenclaw, Gryffindor shook his head and sighed,
"A beautiful heart has become a breeding ground for evil. Haierbo must prevent this guy from descending, otherwise, all magical civilizations and the Muggle world will face catastrophe."

Ravenclaw seemed to see a deeper connection, she also sighed,

"These psychic powers come from the dementors we saw above. They kill life, and the power they absorb is conveyed here, giving birth to more companions."

Sirius looked pale. At a glance, there were thousands of dementor embryos in the hall. If all these dementors were conceived, not to mention other things, this alone would be a disaster for the magic world.

The further they go inside, the broken souls in the halo are closer to the form of the dementors they are familiar with. When they reach the innermost part, the black shadows in the halo have already been swimming around in the 'eggshell'. They sensed the proximity of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and couldn't wait to hit the hotbed that bred them.

Ravenclaw stopped in her tracks and stopped in front of an embryo that was about to mature. Her icy blue eyes continued to analyze the root of the dementor, but as the observation continued, her face became more and more gloomy.

"Helbo—he cultivated those souls that had lost their color into indestructible creatures in this way, and eventually created such an evil and special group of life."

Ravenclaw turned his gaze to Gryffindor,
"As far as we are concerned, we must destroy all the individuals of this group, leaving only one, then we will fail--"





(End of this chapter)