HP Magic Biography

I just want to leave here safely. Fan Lin said helplessly, and finally several people decided to open the coffin.

In fact, this is really the first time for Fan Lin to do this kind of thing. Does this count as disturbing the cleanliness of the master's house?

Then you still plan to open the coffin? Rutherford asked puzzled.

We must know what we are looking for. Fan Lin said helplessly.

In fact, Fan Lin really didn't want to try unknown things, which required taking great risks, especially in this kind of glacier in the center of the old world.

Who would build the mausoleum here like a brain problem?

Moreover, this is a coffin made of obsidian. After all, there is no unified statement about the efficacy of obsidian.

But there is one thing Fan Lin can confirm.

Obsidian, also known as Dragon Crystal, is indeed a material that can be used in alchemy.

In the original, obsidian was used to make weapons, and it had a restraining effect on ghoul-type creatures.

Obviously, this thing is not suitable to be used as a coffin. In a sense, it is disrespectful to the dead.

It's hard to say, what is in the coffin that is big enough to hold Hagrid in front of you, Inferi?

Really...do you want to open it... Hermione asked hesitantly, she took Fan Lin's hand and took two steps back.

Things like mausoleums are really not suitable for girls, even if they have experienced the tide of corpses left by Voldemort in the caves by the sea,

But in fact, it was still a bit difficult for Hermione to accept.

Even though they were all wizards, with Dumbledore at the time, it was certain that Dumbledore was absolutely capable of protecting them.

But at the same time, the existence of wizards is completely unimaginable for a girl born in a Muggle family. Although Hogwarts itself has many ghosts, after daily communication, it is just like facing normal people. There is no difference.

But right now, after opening the coffin, they may face a rotting corpse, or something even weirder.

No matter people or wizards, they are always afraid of the unknown.

So many brave and fearless people?

The probability of lack of heart is not small.

Don't worry, Fan Lin said, It's nothing, maybe a Sir Nicholas will come out as soon as you open it.

Fan Lin patted Hermione's hand. In fact, Fan Lin was also very nervous, but if both of them were afraid, it would obviously get worse.

You two, are you ready? Rutherford asked. Rutherford is not unfamiliar with this kind of thing. Although he usually lives in the castle like a nobleman, following the tradition, Rutherford's The descendants of the blood clan will prepare a decent coffin for Rutherford anyway.

How long has it been since you last fell asleep?

Thirty years? fifty years? Or just a hundred years?

After all, the environment is really reassuring, of course, if you can fall asleep.

After a long time, maybe you will have a wonderful connection with the coffin?

Integrate?

This is really a strange habit, but it is destined to be a feeling that only masters can experience.

Is it... performance art?

Let me do it. Fan Lin looked at Rutherford who was about to push the coffin lid. Obviously, without the assistance of magic, only Hogwarts gamekeepers were the only ones with this large obsidian slab. Something that Mr. Hagrid, the professor of the Protection of Magical Beasts, can do.

I don't know what happened to him and Mrs. Maxim...

Well……

Fan Lin drew out his wand, and under the urging of the Sorcerer's Stone, the tip of the wand lit up with a gleaming blue light.

Hermione clenched her hands nervously.

It can be seen that Fan Lin is struggling a bit, perhaps because the magic power here is really thin. When Nicolas Lemey lit up all the inscriptions engraved on Fan Lin's wand, the coffin lid still had no intention of moving.

What's wrong? Hermione asked nervously, the girl was worried that something unexpected might happen.

Obsidian... Fan Lin paused and said, It is dispelling my magic power...

Fan Lin frowned, which in itself was a very strange thing.

In alchemy, obsidian itself is a substance that contains a high concentration of energy, and Fanlin communicates through magic power, which is much easier than expected.

Maybe Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Nicolas didn't open it at all. Hermione said hesitantly.

This is quite possible. Given the current situation, it is impossible for Dumbledore to waste his magic power in such a place that is obviously not the main tomb. As for Nicolas...

Nicolas May's body couldn't even suppress the dissipation of magic power, and in this situation where it was difficult to replenish, it was obvious that Nicolas May would not try anything.

And considering the physical condition of Dumbledore and Nicolas, Fan Lin didn't think two old people, one of whom was even over 600 years old, would waste their time doing such strenuous work here?

Come help me. Fan Lin said, I will continue to output magic power, and then you try to push it away.

Okay. Rutherford nodded, and then put his hand on the coffin lid.

When Fan Lin felt that his wand was starting to heat up, finally, the coffin lid slowly moved under the push of the two of them.

Hermione, on the other hand, was so nervous that she kept her eyes fixed on the position of the coffin. Not long after, with the joint efforts of Fan Lin and Rutherford, the coffin lid was removed by a corner, and a faint blue halo Projected through a corner of the gap to the top of the stone chamber.

It really is a stone chamber entirely made of dragon crystals, Fan Lin faintly felt something was wrong.

Moving away a little bit. Fan Lin shook his teeth, which surprised him, a light coffin?

Maybe there is phosphorous fire or something in it.

Is that so? Rutherford used force again, Fan Lin thought for a while, and controlled the magic power to cover the interface with a thin layer of ice, which made it much easier.

Rutherford pushed hard, and with the sound of the ice breaking, the coffin lid moved a large distance to the side.

What's in there? Hermione asked cautiously, as if she was afraid of disturbing the sleeping dead.

I don't know... Rutherford said, Come and have a look.

What is this? Fan Lin couldn't help blurting out, the moment the coffin was opened, the faint blue halo illuminated the entire stone chamber, as if a huge light source had been turned on.

Sparkle?

A coffin?

This obviously doesn't match well, but that's what it is. Against the light, the faces of the three people are so pale.

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