The Shadow of the Hogwarts.
It was a place where the light could not reach, but it was not completely hopeless.
After all, those people were still Wizard, and they were different from the people of the Holy See.
This was only a medium prison. If necessary, the "prisoners" could even be released — as long as the person who imprisoned them was still alive, or someone had mastered the release method set by the prisoner.
Or, like Jon, who had the blood of the Helga, in these secret places of the Hogwarts, although he could not do anything, there were no restrictions for him to enter and leave.
But even so, it was still difficult for him to enter.
Because there was no way.
Just like its name, the Shadow of the Hogwarts was really something hidden in the shadows. Jon could clearly see the edge of the place and the scene inside, but he could not enter.
But the scene was not very nice. Even in a dark place where there was no sunlight, he could still see the mottled bloodstains. The dark red color was frightening to look at.
Now that hundreds of years had passed, the prisoners had basically turned into ashes, and the items on their bodies no longer shone with the blue light of the magic elements. Only the skeletons were lying on the ground peacefully. Occasionally, a cold wind would blow, and their ashes would be blown up by the wind. Occasionally, there would be two bones that were not completely eroded, and when the wind blew, it would play a strange and eerie music like some kind of musical instrument.
It was like a mournful tune for the dead.
The reason why Jon could think of such a description was that the music had an effect on the spiritual level.
However, it wasn't exactly music. It was just that the magic elements that had yet to fade from the bodies of these dead wizards still remained in their bodies. These magic elements had allowed their corpses to remain intact until now, but they had also caused some other changes.
Of course, it was not a strange change, but the "music" that was blown by the cold wind could follow the relationship between the magic elements and the spiritual world, and affect the spiritual level.
In this world, normal Wizard could not come here, and those who could were not simple people.
Jon was probably the only exception after so many years.
Since he was an exception, then he must have some other way to come here.
In his mind, the illusory figure of the young man quietly condensed on the stairs here.
They couldn't interfere in any way, but it wasn't a difficult thing to do if they were just spectators.
But such a large and tight seal still had a terrifying power, and the path of this power, and the sealing power that was tightly combined with the magic elements … None of these could be underestimated.
The Hogwarts on the ground no longer looked like a battle fortress, but there were still traces of its glory, and that kind of majestic majesty, just standing here made Jon feel pressured...
"There is no way for people to enter?"
Chown furrowed his brows, but a trace suddenly appeared in his mind, giving him a bit of clarity.
In that instant, he discerned a familiar feeling from the pressure around him. It did not come from his ancestors, but from someone he was familiar with.
It was the trace of Pippi.
Now that he had a clue, the rest was not difficult. Even if he didn't know what these things were, it didn't stop him from integrating these complicated auras and the traces left behind by the Adepts of each generation, and then slowly unraveling them and dealing with them.
Then he found the thing he was most familiar with.
It was where the will that attacked him in the morning was.
He walked a few steps, and it did not seem like he walked very far, but it seemed like he had touched something, and strange and chaotic light spots appeared in front of his eyes.
It was not the light emitted by the magic elements, but an illusory reflection.
"Virgo?"
He whispered softly, and there was some doubt in his voice, but he quickly reacted and felt that such a scene was reasonable.
The Wizard of that time, when creating this prison, must have spent a lot of effort.
The Western mysticism had always had such a tradition, and the twelve constellations were an ancient culture here, and had always been used. In the Wizard world, such a situation was not rare.
They symbolized the elements, wind, fire, water, and earth, and were also the symbols of the four academies of the Hogwarts.
The Eagle of the Sky and the Wind, the Lion of the Flame and the Sword, the Badger of the Earth and the Life, the Serpent of the Sea and the Water.
But in this prison that had not been opened for hundreds of years, there were no traces of life here. Jon read this information from the magic elements here, but the information here was not complete.
At least, he did not read the most important information from here.
There must be something here, or else the collision of consciousness would not have appeared.
And from the weak state of the will, it was obvious that that thing had been locked up for a long time.
But to be able to be locked up here, it was at least a few hundred years old, and Jon was very clear about this. After all, if the Wizard did not have special support, no matter how powerful the Wizard was, he would not be able to live for more than a few hundred years, but magical beasts did not have such restrictions.
The life of animals was much longer than that of humans, and animals with magic naturally had a longer life.
Jon did not try to open the "door" in front of him, he began to walk here, using special probing to find out how many more doors there were.
If there were no surprises, there should be twelve doors here, corresponding to the twelve constellations, and these doors also represented the twelve levels ….. No, why are there only nine doors here?
Jon raised his eyebrows and began to count.
"Lion, Sagittarius, Aries, Capricorn, Taurus, Aquarius, Libra, Gemini, Virgo – where did the Water Constellation go?"
He quickly reacted, the cold and gloomy stimulation that he had encountered previously, should have come from one of the constellations below the Water Constellation.
That would be Slytherin.
With such a thought in his mind, Jon's consciousness suddenly dissipated from here, and returned to his room.
"What happened? You suddenly woke up, gave me a fright. "
Stephen was tidying up a manuscript in front of Jon, and his face was obviously full of interest, as if he was watching an interesting joke.
"I found where that will came from? But this is a long story, I am afraid we will need some time to explain. "
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