Hermione saw Sirius' downcast expression and turned her head to stop Kriche with a serious expression. "Kriche, stop talking about him!"
The house elf had no choice but to shut up under Allen's order, but he continued to stare at Sirius with disdain, emphasizing this fact with his own eyes.
Hermione seemed to feel that her tone was too harsh, which might make the house elf's impression of her even worse, so she explained slowly, "Didn't you hear what Allen said just now? This kind of poison is especially effective for people who have experienced inner pain. Sirius has suffered so much pain, and the illusions in his heart under the influence of the poison are even more terrifying. He has already proven his courage by drinking so much of it on his own accord. "
Kriche curled his lips in disdain, but he didn't say anything else. But the contemptuous look he cast at Sirius showed that his attitude had not changed at all because he had stopped mocking him.
Hermione comforted Sirius gently, "Sirius, so you don't have to be ashamed of it."
Sirius looked in the direction of the stone basin with his sunken eyes, and his haggard face was full of gloom. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Hermione's fluffy brown hair. He suddenly asked, "How's Crook Mountain recently?"
Hermione was a little surprised that he mentioned her cat, but her cheeks were a little hot. In terms of appearance, the only good thing about Crook Mountain now was that its fur was very smooth. Other than that, it was so fat that it was almost impossible to see its length and width.
"It's fine." Hermione's eyes flickered. She looked away for a moment, paused, and then reluctantly continued, "You're welcome to see Crook Mountain. It will be very happy to see you."
"This fat boy is a trustworthy companion." Sirius then glared at the house elf who was not pleasing to the eye. Thinking of the pain it had caused him, he couldn't help but spit, "Unlike this traitor."
Hermione remembered that when she was in third grade, her cat finally met Sirius Black and became friends with him, and tried to help him find Scabby. Although she didn't want Sirius to find out that she had fed Crook Mountain until it was almost a hill, it seemed that although Sirius's attitude towards the house elf was bad, at least he had some feelings for her cat because of the adventure they went on together.
In fact, Hermione was very proud of Crook Mountain's performance in this matter, except for the fact that it tried to help Sirius attack Allen. Before Crook Mountain met Sirius, it saw Peter Pettigrew as Scabby and knew that he was a liar. It kept attacking and chasing Scabby in Gryffindor's dormitory. Speaking of which, it was somewhat similar to Sirius. It liked Harry very much. It was often either lying lazily in the dormitory or sitting on his lap — although Harry could no longer tolerate its current size.
The Otherworld Gate appeared again. It turned out that Allen and the Death Knights he brought from the outside had entered the cave. In order to avoid the magical interference in the cave that would cause the teleportation to fail, Allen took the trouble to run out and summon the Death Knights.
When they arrived at the pedestal, the three Death Knights who were emitting the aura of death automatically dispersed. Allen held his staff and walked towards the stone basin. Knowing what he was going to do next, both the wizards and the house elves let him get closer.
"Wait a few minutes. I have to understand the principles of this base. Otherwise, I won't be able to restore it."
"Why do you want to restore it?"
"I'll explain it to you later. I don't want your brother's efforts to be in vain."
For a moment, the cave was very quiet. Only the sound of Allen touching the base echoed in the cave as he tried to understand the effects of the distance spell.
Allen closed his eyes for a few seconds, and used his staff made of the burning skull of a pit fiend to lightly touch the base that extended towards the bottom of the stone basin. At the moment of contact, the mana that was circulating within the base was released by the power of the arcanist's staff. The entire cave was filled with a violent but brief buzzing sound, which was like an electric current that irritated the mind. Fine streaks of white light gathered above the stone basin, forming various distorted patterns. Then, a strong light shone in all directions, and everything returned to normal.
Allen picked up the crystal shell on the stone basin, scooped up the venom in the stone basin, and then successfully poured it on the ground. The transparent venom flowed into a pool on the ground, and did not return to the stone basin because of magic.
Sirius staggered to the side of the stone basin. Without any hindrance, he easily inserted his hand into the remaining liquid in the stone basin.
"What the hell is this? It can actually turn a magical item back into an ordinary item just by touching it? " Sirius was so shocked that he forgot about the torture he had just suffered. He pointed at the staff in Allen's hand and asked, "I thought this was something like the madman who hid his staff in his walking stick, or something you learned from Demstrand. I saw their performance in the Goblet of Fire …"
"Perhaps you've heard of an ancient wizard called Mordenkainen? He invented a spell called Mordenkainen's Disintegration, and I've placed it in this staff. " Allen deliberately asked Sirius about a spell that he did not know about. He then proudly explained the specific effects of the spell, "As long as my spellcasting ability is greater than the mysterious man's when he made the base, I can break the spell he placed on it just by touching it."
"What if the mysterious man's spellcasting ability is greater than yours when he made the staff?"
"In that case, I'll personally cast this curse and give it a try."
Sirius glanced at Allen who was pouring the remaining poison into his canteen with a shell. The white-haired wizard's current strength was much stronger than the black-haired wizard's impression of him during the battle with the Ministry of Magic last year. He could not help but compare the white-haired wizard's strength with the mysterious man, Dumbledore. After a few seconds, Sirius realized that he could no longer judge based on his own experience. He shook his head and gave up the idea. "A counterspell that's more powerful than Disintegration of All Curses? You also placed this spell in the so-called Ravenclaw Temple? "
After pouring the last bit of poison into the canteen, Allen and Hermione, who knew the inside story, looked at each other and said, "The knowledge behind this spell is very profound. If your knowledge and talent are enough for you to learn it, you can learn it in the Ravenclaw Temple." If you don't read the Netherese Scroll, you won't have enough knowledge to understand and cast this spell.
At this moment, the violent churning of the lake stopped their conversation in time. They looked at the surface of the lake and saw white heads and hands everywhere. Large numbers of dead bodies emerged from the dark water. The sunken eyes of the zombies floating on the water had no pupils. Their expressions were gloomy and creepy, which made people's hair stand on end.
The zombies, who had lost control and were aimlessly swimming in the lake, were attracted by the breath of the living and the Death Knights. They began to approach the rocks in the water, and their dry, pale fingers climbed up the rocks. The sound of paddling in the lake, the only thing that could be heard was the scratching of the rotten fingers on the rocks, and the dragging of the footsteps … More and more noises were heard in the cave, and soon the whole cave was filled with noises.
The zombies opened their empty, misty eyes, their tattered clothes soaked in water dragging behind them. Their sunken faces were expressionless, and they did not feel anything. They closed in on the wizards step by step, reaching out their withered hands. Relying on the instinctive hatred of living things left in their bodies, they intended to devour the wizards together with the high-level undead.
He stared unblinkingly at the group of Yin Corpses that surrounded him. Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, he could tell that there were men, women, old, and young just by looking at their bodies. Moreover, judging from the remnants of their clothes that hadn't completely decayed, they were all Muggles.
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