Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 653
  "Walking around with a bloody dog ​​in hand——"

Ron swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with difficulty,
  "Is this an honor? Merlin's beard, what's wrong with you?"

Ron complained about what Harry and Hermione wanted to say, especially Hermione. What happened made Hermione realize that even though she had tried hard to understand the house elves, she still seemed to know nothing about them. She knew, and she still ignored the difficulty of changing them.

"I'd like to see--"

Harry's eyebrows were still raised high, his voice was filled with anger, he clenched his wand and walked forward first.

Under the attention of many house elves, Rika took Dom to a remote corner of the kitchen. There was a stove that looked like it had not been used for a long time. The stove was dark without any sparks or even sparks. The outer mouth is also covered with spider webs.

For a house elf, the size and location of the stove were just right. Rika stepped in without bending as soon as she raised her legs. Dom also followed in without much hesitation, holding her head carefully.

"What does it mean?"

These elves brought them too much confusion tonight. Ron looked at Hermione at a loss.

"They cut off the heads of their dead peers just to burn them separately?"

"You misunderstand, sir. Its head will not be burned off, but will be preserved forever-"

Dobby said to Ron, his high-pitched voice filled with excitement from the longing in his soul.

"Keep it permanently?"

Harry repeated, then looked at Hermione, the meaning was self-evident.

"I want to go in and have a look!"

Hermione said firmly that the answer she gave did not exceed Ron and Harry's expectations.

"I knew it--"

Ron muttered softly. He was looking awkwardly at the stove, which was not much bigger than a dog hole. Hermione had already made a move. She took off her wizard robe, rolled up her sleeves and followed Dom in. . Harry didn't hesitate much. He made the wand glow fluorescent, then held the wand in his mouth and climbed into the stove.

"There won't be any danger inside, right?"

Ron looked at Dobby hesitantly, but before Dobby could answer, he whispered "Forget it" and followed Harry.

Except for Dobby, the other elves did not follow. They stood at the entrance of the cave for a while, and then gradually dispersed and went about their own business. For them, the death of a similar person was over, and more importantly, they served the wizards in the castle.
  boom!
  The kitchen is just as busy late at night as it is during the day, or even more busy. House elves also need to rest, but in order to support the wizards in the castle, they cannot go to bed collectively at a certain point in time, so things like shift changes naturally arise.

About half of the elves go to bed between [-] o'clock and [-]:[-] am, and the rest of the elves sleep between [-]:[-] and [-] am.

The flames in the stove in the kitchen never stop, because the manpower is reduced by half, and each elf has to take care of at least two or more stoves to ensure a breakfast table for the little wizard and the staff in the castle the next morning. There is plenty of room for choice.

When the panicked Rega appeared in the kitchen with Amosta Brain, the orderly and busy elves immediately fell into chaos. They panicked and woke up their companions who were sleeping on the four long tables. They, then, all rushed to Amosta.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Dear Professor Brain?"

Many elves were saying this, and Amosta, who looked solemn, waved his hand to signal the elves to give way.

"Mr. Blaine, over here—"

Regina quickly ran across the four long tables, while Amosta strode to follow. Soon, he came to the stove where Harry, Ron and Hermione had climbed in before.

"Tell me what happened in as simple and clear a language as possible, Ruijia--"

Amosta said in a deep voice. Just now in the office, as soon as he heard that the three little guys were in danger, Amosta immediately ordered Ruijia to take him to the place where the accident happened, before he had time to ask what happened.

While listening to Ruijia's panicked narration, Amosta knelt down and squinted his eyes to observe the stove.

Obviously, this stove is not that simple. The deep stove opening is far larger than a normal stove. The stove opening itself is connected to a space that has been expanded many times by magic.

Rega's narration was not over yet. After studying it carefully for a while, Amosta stood up and shook out his wand.

With the complex and swift casting movements, the dark space surrounding the stove mouth fell into distortion, as if there was an invisible big hand disturbing the calm water. As the distortion intensified, the stove mouth was quickly blown away like a balloon. Blow it up into a space that adults can normally pass through.

"Talking as we walk--" After saying these words, Amosta took the lead in stepping into the black hole.

Amosta walked quickly, but his body moved much faster than his footsteps. The extremely compressed space made Amosta seem to be shrinking into inches. Every step he took, the space was shrinking. Whistling in my ears.

This is a dark corridor with no end in sight, and the space carrying the corridor has obviously been manipulated. Otherwise, you would not be able to find such a long corridor even if you cross Hogwarts.

As soon as he stepped into this place, the cold air squeezing around him made Amosta, who had great magic powers, shiver unconsciously. He felt as if he had walked into a cold storage. As his eyes glanced around, he I also understood why Ruijia didn't directly lead him to apparate here.

There is a strong resistance to magic within the scope of the Hogwarts campus. Apparition is simply not possible, and the corridor in front of you does this even more thoroughly. It is hidden in the void, but it is powerful and connected with the environment. The ancient magic not only prohibited the wizard's disembodiment, but also the house elves' teleportation method. Amosta even suspected that Fox's skills would not be effective here.

"Let's go--"

Amosta threw a fluorescent ball into the air, glanced at Rega who was following behind, and took the lead to move forward.

To be honest, Amosta had never seen such a terrifying place in Hogwarts.

The stone walls on all sides of the spacious corridor are dark black. On the hard stone walls on both sides, wooden frames are nailed at regular intervals. On each wooden frame, there is a head of a house elf. Some of the heads of these little elves have been here for hundreds of thousands of years. Even though the low temperature here is conducive to preservation, these heads have shriveled up and are almost mummified!
  There are dark brown marks on the stone wall under each wooden frame that spread all the way to the ground. This is the trace of the blood that has not yet dried up when the head was just placed here. The rancid smell in the air reminded Amosta of the underground world of Knockturn Alley.

At a glance, there was no end in sight. The head had a humble smile on its face. Amosta looked at it for a while, then looked away and sighed slightly.

Not only for these pathetic house elves, but also for Harry, Hermione and Ron.

It is conceivable that the three of them should be frightened when they see what they see in front of them. As a young wizard, the most sensible thing to do at this time is to stay away quickly, and these three stubborn little guys insist on finding out.

Amosta has visited many ruins in the years since he graduated, including many cruel corpse pits and seas of blood. The scene in front of him gave him a feeling that was not as good as the small tunnel he had seen underground in Azkaban. A road with elves' palms as stairs and heads as handrails was not as good as the Lake of Inferi created by Voldemort in the hidden cave by the sea. Soon, he left these heads behind and strode on.

Tick ​​tick
  Twenty minutes later, Amosta had reached the very depths of the corridor. The head of the elf on the stone wall on the right was still dripping blood into the ground. There is no head on the wooden frame.

"Right ahead, Mr. Blaine--"

Ruijia whispered, suppressing the eagerness in her heart.

After another ten minutes of hurried walking, the corridor was filled with chill. Waves gradually began to appear in the dead air. A cold wind blew from the front. Moreover, the further we went, the stronger the cold wind became. Until the blow made Amosta's gray hair dance wildly on his head.

Finally, half an hour after entering the corridor, an ice-like stone wall emitting a faint blue light blocked Amosta's path.

(End of this chapter)