The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 239
The stairs in the basement are obviously longer than those on the second floor, more than three times.

"This is?"

Melda, who came to the basement, was eager to observe the layout of the room before she came, and was attracted by an oil painting on the stairs.

He walked forward involuntarily.Stretch out your hands and stroke the drawing paper.

The style of this painting is completely different from ordinary oil paintings. It is not the painting itself, but his drawing paper, which is pieced together from pieces of wood.

Planks are completely separate from planks directly.

Driven by curiosity, Melda flicked lightly, and the wooden boards that made up the painting also changed accordingly. As the boards kept changing positions, he soon discovered that no matter how he disturbed the wooden boards, the scenery in the painting would still be the same. It was still the same, a landscape painting of mountains and fields slowly, but slowly, the distant hills gradually approached as he continued to move the wooden block.

This immediately aroused his curiosity, and then his subordinates continued to increase the speed of movement, and slowly the majestic mountain in the painting became more and more clear, and then, a tall tower halfway up the mountain also emerged .

"interesting!"

Melda always felt familiar with that high tower in the mountains, he seemed to have seen it before.But thinking about it carefully, there are many tall towers that can be matched in memory, so that he doesn't know which one is in the painting.

Immediately afterwards, the mountain also passed through the painting.

Then, on the other side of the hill, a great city stood on the plain.

"Isn't this Camelot?"

Melda looked at the white, spotless, like a fantasy city in shock.

He is too familiar with Camelot, whether it is in Arturia's narration or in the previous game.Although he doesn't know the internal architecture of the city, he has seen the exterior.

The city in the painting clearly appeared in front of Melda, and then just stopped here without changing.

He didn't understand why there was such a painting here.

Could it be that Salazar Slytherin is also the king's chef?
impossible.King Arthur in this world is 100% a man, and he was active at least a few hundred years earlier than Slytherin. It is impossible for the two to know each other.

Among other things, just talking about this city is not the style of this world.

"What is this?"

The painting stopped changing, and Melda lost her curiosity, and then turned her gaze to the hall.

Different from the upper two floors, this place gives people a dilapidated and solemn feeling.

Complicated magic patterns were engraved on the floor, and the walls were also damaged and burnt black everywhere.

There is also a huge steel cage suspended high from the ceiling in the center.

It seems to be used to prepare to trap something.

There are magic materials piled up all around, including giant spiders, centaurs, mermaids, goblins, and even human bones. It seems that Slytherin has gone crazy in his later years. This place is simply a symbol of dark wizards studying evil magic. The scene, the dark wizards that everyone said should probably look like this.

And
Melda squatted on the ground, quickly deduced the magic patterns carved on the ground, and soon discovered that this was a very mature summoning circle.

It is different from the superficial works of those second-rate wizards.

This summoning circle drawn by a generation of magic master Salazar is quite perfect.

It even has the functions of attacking, interrupting magic power, and self-destruction. It can be said that it has avoided the foreseeable danger as much as possible.

And judging from the weak magic power activity on the ground, this summoning circle has obviously been triggered, and the summoner must have huge magic power, otherwise it is impossible that the magic power here has not faded after thousands of years.

unless
Suddenly Melda hastily pulled out her wand and took a few steps back.

Unless, the fluctuating magic power is not left over from thousands of years ago, but only recently. This is not impossible. The concentration of magic power in Hogwarts today is far higher than other places, and it is not impossible to gather here.

"It's so dangerous!"

After confirming again and again that there was no movement, Melda immediately decided that no matter where the summoning circle leads to, the top priority should be to demolish it on the spot, otherwise the magic power will gather, and the magic circle may be activated someday .

After having a clear idea, Melda said it would be fine, and waved her wand directly, and began to destroy the inscriptions on the ground.

But just when the mutation suddenly appeared, Melda swore, he is not an idiot, how could he use magic to destroy the inscription, he is directly physical, okay?

Now he used transfiguration to transform a bone on the side into a small dagger, and then, holding the dagger, he directly started to pry the floor tiles, but even so, this strange magic circle suddenly emitted a burst of light.

A hurricane was strangely suspended in a room buried deep in the ground.

The strong wind whipped up the surrounding dust, almost burying Melda.

With the accumulation of dust for thousands of years, one can imagine how dirty the surrounding area is.

He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his robe.

Waving a wand.

"All curses end!"

Golden ripples swayed across the room like water ripples.

At this time, the advantage of the silent spell appeared. In this dusty environment, if he dared to open his mouth, he would definitely be gagged.

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

The magic circle suddenly stopped suddenly as if the thread had been broken.

Just as Melda couldn't help coughing a few times, she took off the hand covering her head.

There was another voice in the room, an obviously very old voice.

Then the abrupt voice came out again.

"Excuse me."

"Fuck!" Seriously, Melda almost gnawed a big melon and threw it out, oh my god, the curse just now also snuffed out the fluorescent light on the top of her head, now it's pitch black.

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the underground room, which almost frightened him to death.

"The Ultimate Fluorescent Flash!"

He almost roared and recited the spell, and then under a burst of blinding white light, an old man dressed in modern clothes stood in the middle of the room.

He was wearing a down jacket, a pair of thick sneakers with dirt on his feet, and a pair of chemical fiber gloves on his hands.

"This"

What's the situation?Melda looked at the old man carefully.

His gray hair and beard were covered with dust, and he didn't know whether it was there originally or just stuck on.

A pair of clear and melancholy eyes, ears hidden behind the long hair, very strange, pointy and can move, just when he was looking at him in surprise, those ears moved clearly.

"Are you a wizard?"

There was a hint of joy in the old man's tone, which was a kind of excitement of meeting someone of the same way.Then he walked towards Melda.

"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Merlin."

(End of this chapter)