Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The obscure and damp breath will not permeate in this double secret room, and even breathing in it will feel a heavy and stagnant feeling.

The decayed black wood leaned loosely against the corner of the wall, barely supporting the bookcase to maintain its posture thousands of years ago.

A corner of the desk has collapsed, revealing the slightly greenish old stone wall behind.

Although there are traces of corruption and corruption everywhere here, but rather than the sigh of the passage of time, it is even more amazing why they have not silently turned into a pool of black soil during these thousand years.

It has been long enough. If there is no magic protection, I am afraid that, let alone Maca, even if he came in Dumbledore's time, he would have never seen such a scene.

"Perhaps it turns out that this place is protected by magic, but because Salazar Slytherin did not intend to keep this place for future generations, the magic time limit left is not that long..."

Maca thought secretly, stretched out his hand to pull the door of the bookcase, but unexpectedly the whole bookcase collapsed with a crash.

When he pulled out a book from the collapsed damp wooden board, he found that their condition was even worse.

All the pages of the book were glued together with some greasy substance, even if one page was barely torn out and looked at, it was impossible to distinguish the writing on it.

As for the desk next to it, it was even more empty, except that there were two faintly meaningless scratches on the desk, as if to tell someone an unknown story.

In the secret room in this secret room, nothing of value seems to be left.

But even so, Maca is still carefully examining everything here. Since you can still see the phantom that Salazar deliberately left, there must be some clues here, but he hasn't found it yet.

Just as he was searching for something in the corner of this secret room, as if he felt something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall behind.

There was nothing on that stone wall, no carvings, no decorations, only wet brown moss spreading between the cracks of the bricks, which looked greasy and a bit disgusting.

No, he did sense it just now, and there was an extremely subtle wave of magic power passing by.

After thinking about it, Maca stretched out his wand and pointed it at that position, a trace of magic power spreading from the tip of the wand.The next second, he raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded thoughtfully.

If he didn't guess wrong, a magic had been solidified there, but the magic power to maintain it had long been exhausted.

The magic power he sent just now is swallowed, which is the best proof.

After thinking for a while, Maca put the wand against the stone wall, borrowing the principle of flashback curse to hand out a magical power, trying to make it work again.

With the injection of magic power, countless green light spots spewed out from the cracks in the stone bricks, gathered around Maca and swirled around...

Maca kept paying attention to these light particles, but did not find any signs of danger, just circling around him unsteadily, like a group of tiny fireflies, flowing silently.

He could feel that the consumption of this solidified magic was not high, and it was not a powerful thing.

When the magic power of Maca was injected to a certain level, the light particles suddenly floated away, as if they were repairing this stone room, covering everything here with a light green illusion that seemed to be true. shadow.

Seeing this, it looks very similar to the phantom of Salazar that I saw at the entrance before.

Maca put down his wand, turned around and took a look, and immediately found that a sometimes blurred and sometimes clear map appeared on the stone wall above the desk.

"A map of the world a thousand years ago?" Maca couldn't help grinning, "This is much more detailed than the nautical chart of Rowena..."

Unfortunately,

After looking around, he turned his attention to the map after finding that there was nothing suspicious.

This map contains a large amount of information, but they are all various locations thousands of years ago, marked with ancient magic inscriptions, and Maca can roughly understand it.

But to this day, the ancient cities and settlements have long been cruelly crushed by the wheels of history. The locations on the map are completely meaningless, and it is difficult for him to find anything noteworthy no matter how he looks.

There was a red circle that made him look more.

As recorded in the "Book of Sin", there is Albania where the Bewitching Monument is now located.

Whether it was brought by Salazar Slytherin, at least it is now certain that he has definitely been there.It's just that the note next to the red circle made Maca stunned.

"Despicable... Helbo... grave?"

The three vocabulary composed of ancient magic words, without any deep meaning, was simple and straightforward, but Maca couldn't help taking a breath.

"Despicable Helbo" is the oldest and the most powerful dark wizard known in the literature. Almost all wizards learned about him through childhood fairy tale books.

But even if this dark wizard is a household name, in fact, those who really know him are not in danger.

If he hadn't checked it out specifically, most people would think that he lived in the same period as the Big Four at Hogwarts.

However, in order to understand the relevant information about the Horcrux invented by this old guy, Maca consulted quite a lot of information.

According to scattered records, the despicable Helbo was a dark wizard active in ancient Greece, at least a thousand years earlier than the life of the Big Four at Hogwarts!

This is a veritable ancient monster!

"... Hmm... When did the heyday of magic development come?" When the name of such an old monster suddenly appeared, Maca began to feel a little guilty.

The degree of loss of magic is so tragic that people lose the basis for judgment.When later generations tried to explore the traces left by their ancestors, they would inevitably shrink their hands to the point that they couldn't make any progress.

Even Maca, who has been exposed to the power of rules, feels a little weak at this moment.

"Slytherin dare to go, I dare not go without reason..."

After continuing to check in this secret room, Maca who had no other gains glanced at the increasingly illusory map, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the phantom-shrouded stone room again.

...

The time was not rich this time. After Maca tidied up a little bit, he avoided the sight of others and set off for Albania non-stop.

In the UK, only Gatwick Airport has direct flights to Albania. In order to be efficient, Maca had to fly more than 30 kilometers at full speed on a flying broomstick. The wind blew his entire face numb along the way. .

But what is the solution?He is also desperate without Apparition!

It was not until the afternoon that he was able to board the plane to Tirana, the capital of Albania, and this time the long journey really began.

"...No, this piece should be placed here."

On the plane, the Muggles were doing boring things to kill time, such as reading, or... playing puzzles.

Sitting beside Maca is a pair of father and daughter. The father is about 40 years old, and the girl is about the same age as Maca.

Maca was sitting next to the porthole, and the girl was sitting...well, sitting next to the aisle, her father relentlessly occupied the center.

At this moment, the gentleman-looking uncle is trying to put together a landscape painting puzzle. Her daughter will occasionally direct it, but the two have worked together for more than an hour, but the whole picture is only put together Up a corner.

Maca leaned against the porthole, folded his hands on his chest, lazily watching them fight, but thinking about other things in his heart.

The flight time of this flight is expected to be about 4 hours, and when it arrives in Tirana, it is estimated that it has just entered the night.

Another hour passed, and the father and daughter worked together to make trouble with each other, and finally completed the four corners and four sides.It can be seen that this has brought them a lot of confidence.

However, at this moment, the plane suddenly shook!

When an airplane encounters an air current, people will always be a little frightened, but Maca's side "poofed" and laughed unkindly.

Who can think of it?

It took the father and daughter more than two hours to spell out a half, but the plane shook, and the fragments on the puzzle board fluttered.

In the horrified sight of the two, their previous efforts vanished at this moment.

The girl stomped her feet with anger, and when she heard Maca's laugh, she didn't care about any shyness, and stared at him severely.

"Sorry, sorry..." Maca said cheerfully, "I also like puzzles, I'll help you!"

He helped pick up the jigsaw pieces scattered on the ground, then took the jigsaw puzzle board in the hands of the gentleman, and put it together under the dubious eyes of the father and daughter.

No matter how complicated the puzzle is, it is far less difficult than constructing a rune array. This kind of boring task of finding the law has long been used to Maca.

Corners and corners are indeed the easiest to put together, and can also be used as a benchmark for subsequent puzzles.When he finishes all the laps, the jigsaw pieces close to the edge can be judged by the color blocks.

Seeing him smashing together, he was stunned by the father and daughter.

More than ten minutes later, a world-class masterpiece "The Last Supper" was displayed in front of the three.

"This is... so cool!" The girl's eyes flickered, incredibly authentic.

But Maca was holding the puzzle board, staring at the work of Leonardo da Vinci, a famous Italian artist, in a daze.