The elevator ran silently and quickly, and soon sent the two of them deep underground, the only pity was that there was no scenery along the way, only a faint friction sound, and the sound of 'ding,' after arriving at the station.The mirror-like elevator doors opened, revealing a large hall about the size of Hogwarts' Great Hall, but with a completely different architectural style.The ceiling and walls here are like dark blue velvet, dotted with shining stars, giving it a mysterious and gorgeous feeling.In the center of the hall is a circular depression, some like a deeper dance floor, and a bit like a swimming pool without water.On the other side of the recessed area, in the distance is a wall made of blue stained glass, which is supposed to depict the story of the founding of Hogwarts, and on the edge of the pool, there are four large picture frames, at this time, only the background of the painting, there is a library, there is a laboratory, probably the background of some figure paintings, but I don't know where the people in the paintings have gone."
It's pretty here, Professor?"
Hermione looked up at the starry ceiling, but she didn't let her guard down, and already held her shotgun and wand in her left and right hands.After all, any danger in the secret room is unpredictable."
It's okay, I'm here."
Su Ming stepped forward, the armor on his body shook spontaneously, and he shook off the water droplets like a small animal: "This is the so-called ancient magic testing ground, four people will appear in this portrait for a while, they will ask some questions and give some answers, I want to see if you can get ancient magic, of course, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work, we can continue to go down and go directly to those sealed emotions.""
I see, but ancient magic is supposed to be a talent, right?"
The witch tapped herself with her wand, and her robe instantly dried, "Just like only one out of millions of Muggles has the talent to learn magic, then only one out of millions of wizards has the talent to learn ancient magic?""
Theoretically, it's like this, if you want to use a certain power, you must first acquire certain concepts or authority."
The professor smiled and nodded, and he stood at the end of the circular depression and waited, waiting for the person in the portrait to come out and pick up the customer: "But if you just want to take advantage of those negative emotions, I have a way, maybe after mastering those emotions, I can force you to awaken the ancient magic."
Hearing his tone as if he was doing an experiment, Hermione rolled her eyes again, "It doesn't sound very reliable, aren't you afraid that I'll become a madman like Isidora?""
You won't, Isidora lives in an era where she doesn't even have a mobile phone, she doesn't have an inexhaustible 'bonanza' in her hands, and now you want to collect negative emotions, just pull out your phone and surf the Internet, heh, maybe you can try to suck the negative emotions of the keyboard warriors down the network cable?"
Either way, the idea of Knell seemed a little crazy, and he didn't think it was a bad thing to harness the power of emotions.Hermione, who was a head shorter next to her, thought for a moment and was about to say something, but perhaps she had mentioned Isidora's name during the conversation just now, when a figure came out of the frame in a portrait on the other side of the pool.It was an old mage with a white beard, who looked very thin, with an octagonal hat on top of his head lying limply on top of his head, and his gaze looked very complicated."
Who are you?
Why are you here?"
His voice echoed like the bark of a dry tree rubbing against each other, echoing through the dimly lit space underground.However, Su Ming didn't answer him immediately, but looked like he was teaching, and said to the girl next to him, "Have you seen this master?
He is Professor Percival Rackham, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts 1100 years ago, and Isidora's teacher.""
Poor ......"
Hermione, who sighed slightly, looked sympathetically at the old man in the portrait, because she remembered that in that story, the professor was killed by her blackened apprentice.The communication between the two ignored Rackham, but the old man was not angry, worthy of being a teacher, but his expression looked a little lonely, and he muttered to himself: "It's been more than a thousand years since that incident, and it's been four hundred years since that child's time......"
"My student, don't be sad that Professor Rackham was killed by his own students, because if it weren't for that, he wouldn't necessarily appear on the portrait here, as a caretaker has been protecting the secrets of Hogwarts, Naturally, it will be difficult for us to find him to communicate with today."
Knell rubbed the student's head and carried her to the center of the circular dance floor, where he looked up at the giant oil painting that was seven or eight people tall, "Alright, Professor Rackham, let's make a long story short, my student is a little interested in ancient magic, I can negotiate with you and teach her what you know, and then I can go back to the ground with four portraits of you and your friends, so that you can occasionally bask in the sun in this state."
Su Ming felt that this offer was quite reasonable.These four portraits are the keepers of the secret treasury, and if Hermione takes away all those sealed emotions today, then they will have nothing to look forward to, and staying here will be forever hidden by history in the dark.Why don't you make a deal and have a win-win situation, so that they can also go and see the wizarding world today, although it can only be in a frame, but hanging in Hogwarts Castle is much better than putting it in the basement where no one has come down for hundreds of years, right?"
Portraits are not allowed in the sun, as they destroy the colors in the paint, something that even Muggles know."
In another frame, a wizard walked in, and from the color of his skin, it was a San: "Is the Hogwarts professor so bad now?
I don't even know about such a thing?""
Oh, look at the way he looks dead!
That is, I'm in a good mood right now, I'm too lazy to bother with an oil painting, and if Wade is here, he can quarrel with a painting all day!"
Su Ming tilted his head, strangled himself and lit a cigarette for him, he took a leisurely puff, and said to the apprentice beside him, "This is the Indian who attacked Isidorah from behind with the Death Curse and recorded the Peeling Spell in the book, causing Voldemort to get inspiration.""
No sneak attack!
Don't talk nonsense!"
Anything else was fine, but the professor seemed to be particularly concerned about whether or not to sneak attack, and the expression on his swarthy face at this time was obviously angry."
Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, no, no."
Deathstroke flicked his cigarette ash to the side with a perfunctory look, but turned to Hermione and said, "Don't pay attention to him, this Indian has no specialty except for making magic curries, and we only trade with Professor Rackham, it doesn't matter what the others say.In the future, when you meet someone like him, you can learn from the teacher and I will fool around like this, have you learned?""
Uh-huh, I've learned, Professor."
Hermione smiled and nodded quickly, although it was not in line with British social etiquette, but it was not a bad idea.