Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 1009: The Palace of the Spirit of England (520 Powerful Confessions to Your Book Friends, Is It About?

But the darkness was just a flash, and in the blink of an eye, the light in front of Ivan returned to normal.

They chose the right arch, not the other side behind the door, but a majestic giant building.

With six of them on board, the Vikings slowly slipped out of a beautiful golden gate with the moon beside them.

It's hard to believe that a quarter of the time Dumbledore was chosen, just like a miracle.

Everything was just blinking, and they couldn't even react, not even change their heartbeat.

“Here it is, and what I saw at the time was this building.” Evan, listen to Harry, “Professor, how did you do it? ”

His voice sounded strange, as if it was not loud in reality, after all they now had no entity, but a glimmer of light on a battleship.

“It's actually not that hard, there's a special magic mark on that door.” Dumbledore said the voice sounded equally weird.

“How can you be sure that the marker was left to guide us, not a trap? ”

“Oh, that involves a little tacit!” Dumbledore said, "As I said earlier, this is a habit of my old friend in laying out such magic, unlike Voldemort, who sees power rather than death. ”

“Power?! ”

“Yes!” Dumbledore nodded, “So Voldemort's magic always tries to put people to death, as we saw before in the cave where he keeps his soul organs, consumes the blood and energy of the intruder, there are lakes full of pussies and poisons he has to drink, there may be other arrangements on what he needs to protect itself, but Gaelett is not, although he was once called the Dark Lord, but he places more emphasis on power, if the visitor has enough strength to get his identity, he always opens his net, the guy likes to make friends with powerful people, and this has never changed, he is always so arrogant, paranoid, he doesn't want to put people to death. ”

Evan heard Moody snorted heavily, apparently dismissing Dumbledore's comments.

It is well known that Greendward was defeated by Dumbledore, but few know that their relationship is not as simple as a mere rivalry, that love and hate are intertwined and, in short, complicated, and that listening to Dumbledore's utterly undisguised appreciation and identity is not a comment on an enemy.

In Dumbledore's view, Voldemort is a murderous madman, not Grindelwald.

In fact, for most wizards, both are the same.

Because they certainly don't have the strength to agree with Grindelwald, they face his results, just like they do with Voldemort.

Given the complex relationship between the principal and Grindelwald, Ivan felt it best not to evaluate himself.

Greendward has been imprisoned in the highest tower of Nurmengard since his defeat by Dumbledore.

The tower is theoretically accessible only to Dumbledore, and no one knows where the headmaster spends his summer vacation every year.

Tall tower captivity, drinking together, recalling the past, playing bundling games, etc. Anyway, you can do anything for that long...

The Viking warships slowly moved forward, with a raised platform in front of them near the wall, anchored at the top of the building.

That's their destination, where the boat finally docked.

Elaine grabbed Ivan's sleeve tightly and seemed frightened by the sight in front of her.

This is a huge building, with brick colors dominated by dark gold and dust all over it, most notably the middle position that seems to have been damaged top-down by something cylindrical, with the dome shattered and the outside moon visible.

The middle position was open and everything corresponding to the interior of the building was destroyed.

From the rubble of the surrounding walls, the interior of the building once seemed exquisitely decorated and divided into layers, but everything had been destroyed by powerful forces.

This feeling is like being stabbed down a mountain by a stick and destroying everything in the path.

Of course, if you look at the signs of destruction around you, the stick that destroyed all of this is infinitely thick, infinitely large, infinitely long and beyond imagination.

Ivan is more inclined to think that this is a powerful energy disruption than a physical one.

In short, there is nothing underneath the gap of the dome, replacing it with a deep, bottomless abyss.

No end in sight.

Vikings sailed quietly from above the abyss, beneath their feet, like the sound of a wave coming out of a giant pit.

This is what Harry hears, not the waves, but the wind blows through the whistling sounds of the rocks, and they meet here to form a giant swirl of air that sucks everyone into it, into the deepest depths of hell, and these are the voices that are welcome from hell.

Don't talk about this horrible abyss, just standing here, Ivan's been stunned for a while.

They are now in a very dangerous position, and in the dark, the abyss, the ruins, the full moon, the human figure is so tiny that it is not worth mentioning, not to mention the tall and realistic embroideries on the walls that have not yet been destroyed.

They were all statues of ancient Viking warriors with their faces and weapons in their hands.

The statue is next to one, top-down, dense and numb all over the wall.

I don't know why, Ivan has a feeling that these statues seem to be alive...

Besides, he had a strong question in his mind, where exactly is this huge building?

And how was it destroyed?

Look at the damage around you, how powerful does it take to do this?!

“Professor, was this space created by Grindelwald?” Ivan asked.

“I don't think so. He discovered this place and rearranged some magic. This building should have been built by the ancient impostors. At our feet we found this Viking Battleship, five hundred and forty Gates of Valhalla, and the statues around us...” The white mist at the end of Dumbledore's wand blocked the cold wind coming up below, and he watched the Viking figurine on the surrounding wall sink into contemplation, "which reminded me of an interesting place. ”

“Where?” Sirius asked.

“Palace of the Spirit!” Dumbledore gently said, "I wonder if you've heard of it? ”

“Ying Ling Palace?!” When I heard Dumbledore's cue, Ivan remembered.

No wonder he just had the familiar feeling that the Viking warships, the five hundred and forty doors, the huge dark gold buildings, and the Viking warriors in front of him, the information that appeared in the Nordic mythology combined, could only draw one conclusion.

This is the legendary Palace of the Spirit, and they really came to a great place.