Harry glared at Dumbledore, his heart boiling. He didn't understand why Dumbledore would have such a reaction. Did he ask Snape to find out Malfoy's whereabouts, or did he hear from Snape about the situation? Or was he actually very worried and just pretending to be nonchalant?
"Then, sir!" Harry said in what he hoped was a polite and calm voice, "Do you still trust …"
"Well, Harry, I've answered this question generously enough." Dumbledore said, but his tone was no longer tolerant. "My answer hasn't changed. Now, I think we should focus on the matter at hand."
Harry looked at Dumbledore blankly, then looked back at Elwyn, hoping to get help.
Dumbledore's tone implied that the topic was over. He didn't want to discuss Malfoy's assassination or whether Snape was trustworthy.
Of course, he trusted Snape, and he knew Malfoy's behavior like the back of his hand. There was no doubt about that.
To be honest, Elwyn wanted to ask Dumbledore what he planned to do.
But in the end, he didn't say anything. Looking at Dumbledore's expression, he knew that he wouldn't answer the question, and now was not the time to talk about such things.
A few minutes after the topic ended, the atmosphere was a little gloomy.
The surrounding environment also made people not want to talk too much, for fear of disturbing the rest of the souls of the dead house-elves.
In this way, they finally stopped in front of the shelf full of incomplete house-elves' heads.
This was the entrance to the demon altar. The skin of the house-elves' heads on the shelf was a strange light blue, more or less missing an organ or damaged, like the face of a madman. They stared fiercely at Elwyn and the others with their big, scary, lightbulb-like eyes.
Not only were the heads on the shelves injured, but their faces were also filled with a deep-rooted hatred.
This kind of expression shouldn't appear on a creature like the elves that were raised at home. Now that it had appeared, it was particularly strange.
No one spoke. Even Harry stopped thinking about Dumbledore, Snape, and Malfoy.
The sound of nervous heartbeats and even breathing could be heard clearly in the silent and treacherous atmosphere.
"These house-elves suffered a lot when they were alive!" Dumbledore said softly, "Okay, let's move back. We need to crack the magic gears here."
As he spoke, he took out his wand and knocked on the head of a dried house-elf.
Thump, thump, thump, as if someone was knocking on the door, the elf's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened …
It looked ferociously at the six people in front of it, opening and closing its mouth as if it wanted to eat them alive.
Elaine let out a low scream, hurriedly covered her mouth and hid behind Hermione.
Because she had been here before, Hermione was mentally prepared, but her stiff body still betrayed her.
Elwyn was used to it. Beside him, Harry and Ron's faces were very pale.
The moment the eyes of the dried heads of the house-elves opened, their hearts suddenly beat faster, but they could still hold on. However, when the gloomy green will-o '-the-wisps appeared in front of them and flew towards them, Ron could not help but scream.
Dumbledore waved his wand hard, and all the will-o '-the-wisps disappeared.
"Interesting, interesting," he said softly, as if he had found something interesting.
"What's interesting, Professor?" Elwyn asked.
"Do you know what kind of magic this is? Do you have any impression of the magic just now? "Dumbledore asked rhetorically.
"No, Professor." Elwyn thought carefully and said, "It just feels strange."
Yes, it felt strange.
The last time he came here, he felt very strange, whether it was the surrounding magic fluctuations or this magic.
"Of course it's strange, because this is not magic cast by a wizard," Dumbledore said.
Not magic cast by a wizard? What does that mean?
Could it be the magic of the house-elves? Or the magic of the devil down there?
After a sad sound, the whole shelf slid to the right, revealing the space behind it. They walked in one by one. Dumbledore was the first. His right hand, which was covered with strange spells, held the wand high. The wand emitted a bright white light, dispelling all the darkness.
Behind him, in order, were Harry, Ron, Elwyn, Hermione, and Elaine.
The stairs went all the way down. The ground, the two sides, and the surrounding walls were all large black rocks.
The rocks were dark, cold, and particularly gloomy. They seemed to be merging into one, absorbing all the light.
But Dumbledore's right hand was very steady, and the light from the end of the wand was getting stronger and stronger.
Although the darkness was driven away, the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower.
Soon, when they breathed, white mist would come out.
They were close to the center of the demon altar, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice.
Not only the ground, but everything in sight was covered with a strange light blue luster.
This was the color of frost. This was the world of ice.
Elwyn couldn't help but wonder if the source of the cold air in the food freezer above was here.
Although it was December and everyone was wearing thick robes, the cold seemed to be able to penetrate their souls.
Elwyn waved his wand over himself, Hermione, Elaine, Harry, and Ron, using magic to warm themselves.
Dumbledore didn't do anything. He didn't seem to feel the cold, and was staring at the end of the stairs.
There, everything was shiny. The black rocks were covered with thick ice, and the ice formed a strange shape.
It was a wall of ice, accompanied by a strong wave of magic. Behind the wall of ice, a blue halo flashed from time to time.
"Be careful!" Dumbledore said, and walked down.
The passage that Elwyn had entered last time was once again covered with ice, leaving not a trace.
The end of Dumbledore's wand emitted white mist. Soon, the thick wall of ice melted, and an entrance was made.
Inside, the demon altar glowed blue, as if it was made entirely of ice.
The altar was made of dozens of huge rocks piled up, forming a concentric circle. It looked especially magnificent.
Each rock was a large rectangular, standing upright on the ground, and more than ten feet high. The adjacent rocks were connected by another rock across the top. The number of rocks was different, and the direction was different. Some were connected by two rocks, while others were connected by three or four rocks, forming a strange pattern.
The rocks weren't smooth, either. There were irregular grooves of different shapes on them.
Each groove was inlaid with a gem, green and blue, emitting a faint glow.
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