Chapter 1029 Battlefield spanning a thousand years
It was as if he had accidentally slipped into the intestines of some animal.
This was Newt's first feeling as he was hurtling down a dark, slimy, endless slide.
Through the faint light emitted by the tip of the wand and the magic shield, he could see that there were many pipes attached to the main pipe, branching out in all directions. If nothing else, it should be the legendary Hogwart.
Citadel underground pipe network.
But he wasn't worried about losing his way, because the central pipe was obviously much thicker than the surrounding branch roads.
This main slide has twists and turns, seven windings and eight eight windings, and the slope is very steep all the way down.
Newt knew very clearly that they had slipped very deep under Hogwarts Castle, perhaps not even deeper than the Hufflepuff dungeons. He could hear Dumbledore, the wizard from the Ministry of Magic.
They were in front of him, and when they passed every turn and fork, they could see the magical mark left by Dumbledore. The golden-red mark made the journey through the dark pipeline less uncomfortable.
A few minutes later, just as Newt began to wonder if they had entered some kind of magic loop, he suddenly fell to the ground.
The water pipe became horizontal, and he emerged from the mouth of the pipe and fell to the wet marble floor with a pop.
This is a dark stone tunnel as big as a train platform.
Not far from Newt, Dumbledore and others were counting people and observing the surrounding environment. Judging from the tired but relieved expressions of the old man and Scrimgeour, this journey was obviously better than they imagined.
It’s longer, and it’s also smoother and safer.
"We should be at least six or seven miles below the castle now," Scrimgeour said, his voice echoing in the dark tunnel.
"Yeah, but it should still be around the bottom of the lake."
Dumbledore said, squinting his eyes and looking at the dark, sticky mottled stone walls around him.
As the headmaster of Hogwarts, he has a strange connection with the castle.
If according to what Elena said before, it is equivalent to the special frequency signal channel in the non-magical world within a certain range. All wizards who have signed a service contract with "Hogwarts" will be automatically connected to the Internet after the school's signal coverage.
status.
The best way to test signal status and communicate in a timely manner is...
Dumbledore glanced at Newt who appeared at the mouth of the pipe, showed a relieved smile, and cleared his throat.
"Gryffindor, plus 47 points; Hufflepuff, plus 7 points, plus 23 points, plus 1 point minus 1 point; Slytherin, plus 2 points, plus 5 points, plus 1 point; Ravenclaw, plus 2 points, plus 5 points, plus 1 point
Add 1 point, subtract 1 point, add 13 points, add 27 points..."
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at the same time.
Hogwarts Great Hall Foyer, House Hourglass.
Accompanied by a series of ding-dong-dong sounds of falling gems, the originally stagnant and quiet atmosphere finally came to life.
"Successfully arrived at the front hall of the secret room. The number of people arriving is 47."
"No trace of the basilisk was found, and no battle began. Time calibration was successful, 13:27."
"Recording completed, the next routine contact time will be in ten minutes."
The goblin recordkeepers waiting by the hourglass of the academy checked the number of gems dropped, compared with the "code books" in their hands, and quickly reported the latest situation to the wizards sitting in the castle area behind. As the academy points changed,
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
Obviously, Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets did not extend beyond the "signal service area" of Hogwarts.
This means that they can communicate with Dumbledore, Newt and others below at any time through the "Academy Points" hourglass.
Judging from the current feedback, even if the two sides are miles apart, real-time information sharing can still be achieved.
“A very ideal start, which is a good thing”
Grindelwald said with a grin, put down the tarot cards in his hand, and tapped them a few times.
As an old-school wizard, it is quite normal to carry Tarot cards with you to divine when important events occur.
He looked around at the young people from the Ministry of Magic, and quietly placed the wand in his hand on the table again.
"Then the rest is up to Professor Dumbledore. I hope everything goes well."
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the other side.
Hogwarts, Black Lake, Hyperion.
With the support of the "Major Arcana" ultra-remote conference magic, everything that happened in the Hogwarts Great Hall was faithfully presented in front of the command podium in the center of the Hyperion bridge.
Although she knew in her heart that there was a high probability that there would be no problem, Elena still breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, no one knows whether the big snake has the habit of walking around.
If an extreme situation occurs, for example, if Dumbledore, Newt and others encounter each other at the first time, and even die suddenly, then the trouble will be big. She is not ready to take over the Ministry of Magic and Hogwart yet.
Ci was mentally prepared.
Of course, now is not the time to relax, the real hunting has just begun.
"Stay alert, each combat team begins to inspect weapons and equipment, and prepare to attack."
Elena said calmly, looking around the bridge, issuing various instructions in an orderly manner.
"Turn on the ship-based sonar to play the rooster's crow, and notify all units on the shore to stay alert. The living roosters at the research institute can rest for a while and wait for our signal. Formation No. 3 and No. 4 continue to restrict the fishman tribe, don't let them here
It’s time to cause trouble.”
"Well, Captain, those fishmen may be a little overwhelmed..."
At this moment, the goblin first mate looked at the message just sent back to the Hyperion and said meaningfully.
The Black Lake of Hogwarts is different from other areas. In addition to aquatic products such as giant herring and giant squid, there are also quite a lot of aquatic magical animals living in it. Among them, the most troublesome one is undoubtedly Dumbledore's dozens.
Those migrating fish-man tribes that we took in years ago.
Since the Hyperion entered submersible mode last night, the murlocs in the Black Lake surrounded it almost immediately.
However, under Dumbledore's communication, they did not show strong aggression at first.
But as time goes by, the fish people's mood becomes more and more unstable, especially when they are told that the waters where they can move are temporarily restricted.
"Are the wands in the hands of the wizards on duty wooden sticks? Do you still want the Hyperion to launch torpedoes as a deterrent?"
Elena glanced at the goblin first mate and asked a few questions in an understatement.
Of course she knew the expectations in this goblin's words, regarding the application for the right to fire freely.
Although the Hyperion, Gringotts, and the Destiny Group have always been in the shadow of the world, when they appear on the front battlefield, they are all unreasonable demon kings. Similar to today's "patrol" role, they are really not very suitable.
The mentality of many people.
Elena glanced at the little wings standing behind her, tapped her fingers on the podium, and said calmly.
"When the Tianming Group is clearing the site, when do we need to ask for the opinions of the fish people?"
"Of course the murlocs have no reason to trust strange wizards, but we also don't need to take into account their emotions. If a formation of wizards can't suppress the murloc tribe, then we can simply transfer them all to civilian jobs. There is no need to ask this kind of question
I."
"As long as no one is killed, the rest is whatever. Appeasing the fishmen and making the neighbors friendly are things that only Dumbledore and Newt would consider..."
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Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, entrance hall.
Everyone had their wands drawn out, staring ahead into the darkness as if facing an enemy.
"Powerful... fluorescent flash!"
Dumbledore raised his wand, whispered something, and waved it carelessly forward.
The next moment, a soft but powerful ball of bright white light bloomed from his wand, and the darkness quickly dissipated like a tide.
"Let's go and see the basilisk that Slytherin keeps."
Dumbledore turned his head and glanced at the wizards behind him, his voice containing reassuring power.
As the surrounding darkness quickly receded, people could see the entire stone tunnel clearly.
The surrounding walls and floors are exactly the same as those of Hogwarts Castle. The only difference is the decoration of the torch grooves on the wall.
Different from the plain lamp stands in Hogwarts Castle, every five meters or so on the walls on both sides of the tunnel, there will be a column made of two giant python stone sculptures circling, with gray and white marble snake heads staring at them.
The wizards below are somewhat indescribably permeable.
Especially when Scrimgeour and others lit the torches one by one, the blue flames gush out from the snake's eyes, which was even more strange.
"Remember," Dumbledore said seriously as they walked forward carefully, "if there is any movement, close your eyes and turn around immediately."
As a pathfinder walking ahead, Dumbledore naturally has to stare ahead with all his attention, but if he fails to control the basilisk that suddenly attacks from the dark at the first time, then he can at least issue a warning to let the subsequent
The Wizards have the opportunity to organize a second round of counterattack.
Under the magic bombardment of nearly fifty adult wizards, almost no creature in this world can escape unscathed.
However, until they reached the corner, the tunnel was still as silent as a tomb.
Except for the bones of small animals scattered around the tunnel, there were no signs of any living creatures.
"Professor, there seems to be something over there."
As they approached the corner, Rufus Scrimgeour suddenly grabbed Dumbledore by the shoulders and said hoarsely.
The wand's light reflected the outline of a coiled giant, lying quietly on the other side of the tunnel.
"Is it dead, or... asleep?"
Scrimgeour's voice was very soft, and he pointed his wand tightly at the outline of the giant creature, waiting for Dumbledore's response.
Behind the two of them, a series of magical lights lit up silently. The wizards unanimously added a layer of magical protection to each of them. Everyone squinted their eyes as small as possible, stopped and pointed their wands forward.
of behemoth.
“Obviously, neither”
Newt Scamander held up his wand and walked from the back of the team to the front at some point, carefully looking at the giant creature in front of him.
The light shines on the huge snake skin, revealing a glistening haze. Under the green snake skin, you can vaguely see that there is no dark solid part in it. As one of the top magical animal experts in the magic world today, New York
Te recognized what it was the first time.
"This is the snake slough, the old skin shed by the basilisk. Judging from the appearance... it may be smaller than we thought."
"Smaller? This guy is at least twenty or thirty feet tall!"
Scrimgeour lowered his voice and whispered in disbelief.
"Well, because it is an adult now, there is no doubt about it."
Newt tapped the empty snake skin with the wand in his hand and explained seriously.
"But according to the records in the books, the adult basilisk can grow up to fifty to sixty feet. As for the one raised by the despicable Haierbo, it is said to be a full seventy feet. It can even kill most fire dragons easily, so
We are pretty lucky.”
"Sounds like relatively good news."
Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows, carefully walked around the huge snakeskin, and checked his surroundings.
"But the bad news is, it looks like it's in pretty good shape. At least it doesn't look like it existed thousands of years ago."
From here on, traces of biological activity began to appear around them. It was obvious that they would encounter a live basilisk today.
Everyone stayed here for a while, waiting for Dumbledore to send a new signal to the top, and two wizards from the Department of Fantastic Beasts were sent here to respond and check the secret passage. The other wizards walked around the snake skin in turn and continued to move towards
Walking deep into what seemed like an endless tunnel.
With the appearance of this ridiculously large snake skin, everyone's confusion about the existence of the basilisk disappeared instantly.
The tunnel turned one corner after another.
Every nerve in most people is trembling uncomfortably.
They hope to reach the end of the tunnel quickly, but at the same time they are afraid that the tunnel will actually reach the end.
Finally, they carefully went around another bend, and finally found that the endless tunnel in front of them disappeared and was replaced by a solid wall with two intertwined snakes engraved on it, with large rings in their eyes.
, shining emerald.
Dumbledore walked forward calmly, holding the Elder Wand firmly in his hand, and cleared his throat.
"Open." He said in a low, hoarse hiss, imitating the Parseltongue he had just learned not long ago.
The two snakes separated.
The stone wall cracked in the middle and slowly slid to both sides and disappeared.
Dumbledore walked in without hesitation.
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This is one side of a long, dimly lit room.
Many stone pillars carved with entangled snakes towered up to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness above, casting long and strange black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mysterious light, even Dumbledore's wand.
Neither can illuminate the highest dome.
Dumbledore stood there, listening to the chilling silence.
Is the basilisk lurking in a dark corner behind a certain stone pillar? Or is it still sleeping?
Dumbledore held his wand steadily and advanced slowly between the stone pillars coiled by the giant snake.
For him, the last similar experience seemed to have been a long time ago, even earlier than Tom entered school.
Every cautious step Dumbledore took produced a hollow, loud echo among the ghostly walls.
He squinted his eyes and closed them tightly whenever there was any disturbance, while Scrimgeour, Newt and others were standing a few meters away from him.
Finally, when he reached parallel with the last pair of stone pillars, a statue as tall as the room itself appeared in front of him.
The statue clings to the dark wall behind.
Even Dumbledore had to raise his neck high to see the huge face above:
It was an old, monkey-like face, with a sparse long beard that almost reached the hem of the wizard's robe carved from stone, and two gray feet standing on the smooth floor of the room. Sarah
Cha Slytherin, one of the Big Four at Hogwarts.
On the long beard of the Slytherin statue, there was an obvious layer of water stains and friction marks that spread to his lips.
At the same time, on the stone floor directly in front of the statue, there is a sentence engraved on it.
"Talk to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
This is the inheritance of the so-called Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. As for the treasures it can obtain... it is obvious.
Dumbledore took a breath and raised his hand to signal everyone behind him to stop. His gentle and calm voice echoed in the space.
"Get ready to fight, everyone, this is the battlefield."
"Gryffindor, deduct 47 points and add 45 points; Hufflepuff, add..."