Sirius had just mentioned that there were many spells left behind by Grindelwald in this land and told them to be careful.
Ten seconds later, they encountered one. It seemed that Grindelwald was really active in this area in the past, leaving behind many traces.
But what was the use of this spell? Why would there be a Viking warship and so many arches? What was the point of this?
Looking at the mist of light in front of them and recalling what Harry had just said, Elwyn deduced an answer.
He felt that it was possible for them to take the warship through one of these arches and enter that special building.
That place might have once been Grindelwald's secret base, but because of its secrecy and safety, Voldemort had taken a liking to it and used it as a place for him to split his soul and create new Horcruxes. The dying Keresis was also currently waiting for rescue inside.
It seemed very simple. Enter the right arched door, defeat the Lord Voldemort and the statue of the Evil God, and rescue Keresis.
But there were so many arches that Elwyn could not tell the difference between them.
Choosing the right arched door was really difficult, almost impossible!
"Yes, yes, the Door of Valhalla!" Dumbledore's face showed an even more interested look. He carefully looked at these arches, his blue eyes shining brightly. "We have to choose carefully. There is only one door that leads to where we want to go."
"What will happen if we enter the wrong door?"
"The other doors correspond to the other side, Alasto, we will welcome death and reach the Kingdom of the Dead." Dumbledore said calmly as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "There is only one door to reach the Glorious Land. The choice of life or death, the chance is only one in 54."
"One in 54?!" Harry, Sirius and Moody all looked at Dumbledore in shock.
They silently counted and found that there were indeed fifty-four arched doors that had appeared.
"This spell is not complete. The difficulty has been lowered. There are 540 real Valhalla gates." Dumbledore said, "I didn't expect him to leave such an interesting spell here. It's very much in line with the ancient traditions of this area. He gave us a chance to choose, and now the decision is in our hands!"
"Sounds good!" Moody said in a disdainful tone. "That's the guy's style."
What Dumbledore said was the same as what Elwyn had speculated. Grindelwald had left such a spell in this deserted place. If they entered the right door, they would arrive at the building that Harry had just seen and continue the rescue. However, if they made the wrong choice, they would die immediately. There was only a one in fifty-four chance.
And from what Dumbledore had said, this was a version with a reduced difficulty, which was only one-tenth of the complete spell.
Lord Voldemort could let the victims try one by one until they cracked the spell, but they could not.
Since there were not that many victims, and Keresis was seriously injured, there was no time for them to crack the spell.
Even if the vitality of a vampire was far beyond that of an ordinary person, and it was difficult for them to die, it still depended on who his opponent was.
Harry made it very clear that this was Lord Voldemort's new soul vessel. The terrible evil god in the statue wanted to take the initiative to eat him.
Could it be that the sacrifices of flesh and blood were not to its liking, and it wanted to start eating living people?!
"Harry, do you remember the position of the Viking warships that you saw?" Dumbledore asked softly. "The position of the warships, the moon, and the golden gate. I think they correspond to each other."
It had not been ten minutes since Harry woke up from his dream, and the position of the moon had not changed much.
However, there was a premise, and that was that the building was also here. Otherwise, there would be no point in comparing.
Dumbledore obviously thought so. Elwyn sensed the surrounding magic, and more or less found some traces.
In that case, the building that Harry saw was superimposed on the space in front of him. The unimaginable magic …
For example, the Traceless Stretch Spell was the simplest application of spatial magic, but it was already a very difficult magic.
The use of the Traceless Stretch Spell could expand a fixed space countless times, but the appearance would not change. That was why Elwyn's cloth bag could hold so many things, and the car that Mr. Weasley modified could also hold so many people.
This was the simplest spatial magic. To create a perfectly superimposed space in real space was much more difficult than to use the Traceless Stretch Spell on a fixed object. It was almost impossible. Just based on the information that was revealed here, it could be inferred that Glyndwr was very powerful.
Dumbledore still did not look at Harry. He was still looking at the arches that were formed by the fog of light in front of him.
Harry was also a little afraid to look at him after the last time they looked at each other.
He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and start attacking the principal. That kind of hatred was too terrifying.
"It seems to be this place!" Harry hesitated for a long time. He looked up at the moon, and then at the Viking warship. He pointed in a direction with uncertainty, corresponding to an area, and hurriedly added, "But I can't be sure. I only saw the silhouette of the warship from afar.
Although it had not been long since the horrible nightmare ended, Harry felt that his memory was rapidly fading.
He could not be sure at all, and he could not make such a hasty decision. It was a choice that would almost determine his life and death.
Although he was disgusted, he forced himself to try hard to remember.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could only recall some vague images.
After all, in the dream, he was just a statue, and the position was not very good. What he could see was limited.
Needless to say, there was no light in the room except for the hazy moonlight.
Moreover, it was meaningless. There were too many arches formed by the blue mist, so many that it made him dizzy.
"It's too risky, Dumbledore, it's too risky. We can't go in!" Moody immediately said. "We can't be sure which door is the right one. Any door is possible. If this is a plot by the Lord Voldemort, we may all die here. He doesn't even need to do anything."
The mad-eyed man's worries were reasonable. This could be a plot.
The Lord Voldemort deliberately used Harry to lure them here, and then used the magic left by Grindelwald to kill them.
Dumbledore did not say anything. He carefully looked at the area that Harry was pointing at, as if he was making a choice.
The full moon in the sky was once again shrouded by dark clouds. The voices gradually quieted down, and the fear grew stronger in the silence.
Elwyn, Harry, Sirius, and Moody all looked at Dumbledore, waiting for his choice.
Anxiety and anxiety shrouded everyone. If they entered the wrong door, they would die immediately. Everyone was thinking about this.
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