"I still don't think this is a good idea." John stood at the secret door leading to the Colosseum and muttered, "At least we should leave a suicide note or something."
Xing Ze threw the clothes to him, "Before this, you'd better put on your clothes first. I've had enough of admiring your sexy body."
"How is the wound? Is it infected?"
"No, it's healing." Xing Ze glanced at the scar again, "Maybe you should ask the therapist for some ointment to eliminate scars."
"Scars are a man's romance." John put on his clothes. "I can have a new topic with the girls in bed. Speaking of this, we are just looking for a sweet home prostitute. It's such a big mistake.
Is it dangerous? Maybe we can check it from Sweet Home, she should have a few best friends."
"When did you become so timid?"
"I just...hell, I just don't want to work with Aurors."
"It's just a temporary cooperation, J. We find what we need, and they find what they need."
"I can't see their sincerity." John looked at the Auror standing behind him, "Are you really going to help them find someone?"
"I just said give it a try." Xing Ze also looked at the Auror. He was short, thin, and had blond hair. He introduced himself as Scott Scrimgeour and sent him to assist them. To be precise,
It's supervision.
"I really didn't think Scrimgeour would agree to let us down."
"Four Aurors have disappeared inexplicably, two of them are senior Aurors. J, the old lion is at his wits end. If this matter is exposed, he will have no choice but to take the blame and resign, which may be even worse."
"Old lion? I like this title. That's why he asked us to come down to die. You clearly knew his plan, but you still accepted it. Damn it, boy, you never know how to give up, do you?"
John took the contact crystal handed over by Scott. For a moment in the lounge, he thought the young man had given in, but he was completely wrong. This damn madman is like an immortal spark and only needs a little firewood.
can be ignited again.
"You expected Scrimgeour to talk to us, didn't you?"
"I guessed that he would want to talk to us, but I didn't expect it because of this." Xing Ze pondered the contact crystal in his hand, "Scott, what is the use of this?"
"Just pour the magic power into it." Scott demonstrated for Xing Ze. After the magic power was poured into the crystal, it lit up with blue light. "Look, that's it."
"really interesting."
"Magic changes the world." Scott said proudly.
…
The style of this underground Colosseum largely imitates the arena of ancient Rome, with an oval structure and a total of three floors, with independent private rooms on the top floor.
There is not much difference between this place and when Xing Ze came before, except that it is not so crowded and quiet.
The three Aurors were checking every corner of the Colosseum one by one, but the place was not very big. You could get a general view by standing on the stage and turning around.
"I don't understand." John took the cigarette from Scott, "This damn place is just an ordinary fighting ring. I don't see anything special about it."
"People can't disappear for no reason, J, even in the magical world. There must be something we haven't noticed." Xing Ze said, he walked to the center of the performance stage, raised his head and looked up, it was pitch black, like
The late night sky.
"Why is it so dark up there?" Xing Ze murmured.
"Maybe it's some kind of atmospheric magic." Scott took over, "Many places do this, rainbows, starry skies, sunsets..."
"No, no." Xing Ze shook his head, "This is the Colosseum. People's attention should be on the performance stage. Who cares about the tops of their heads. Wait, what is this?"
Xing Ze retreated to the edge of the performance stage, and John and Scott also came closer.
"Just some scratches and claw marks, probably left by dueling beasts." Scott guessed.
"Scratches and claw marks won't be so regular, they will be light-colored and messy ones." John denied, "I think... this is done deliberately by someone."
Xing Ze walked slowly around the performance stage. As if he understood something, he jumped onto the viewing stage and looked down.
It was probably not high enough. After watching for a while, he walked up again until he reached the highest point of the viewing platform.
"Jigsaw, this is a puzzle." Xing Ze shouted, "J, try moving the slate of the performance stage."
John took out his magic wand and followed Xing Ze's instructions and began to use magic power to move the hexagonal stone slabs paved on the performance stage.
The Aurors around looked over curiously, and Scott reported in a low voice to the recording crystal.
Not long after, the last stone slab returned to its place, and Xing Ze saw the pattern clearly. It was the strange symbol he had been seeing in recent days. He guessed it correctly.
A chill swept over him, and Xing Ze shivered slightly, while others had more or less discomfort and disgust on their faces, and they consciously avoided the weird symbols.
But after that, nothing happened. John spread his hands towards Xing Ze: "Maybe this is just a symbol?"
"Then there's no need to mess it up." Xing Ze ran down from the viewing seats and stepped into the performance stage without hesitation.
"Wait, hell!" John still wanted to stop him, but Xing Ze had already walked in. Immediately afterwards, the entire stage lit up, the weird symbol emitted bursts of light, and the surrounding magical energy began to surge crazily.
.
As if inspired by something, Xing Ze looked up at the darkness, and symbols were projected on it like stars.
The light stirred the darkness, forming a strange vortex of black and white. The vortex came slowly, like a hand passing through the dark curtain.
Xing Ze was attracted by this extremely beautiful sight. He slowly stretched out his hand and touched the vortex.
Before he was teleported, John and Scott also jumped into the performance stage, and with a burst of dazzling white light, the three disappeared in place.
Blood, the thick smell of blood, and the rotten stench trying to hide under the smell of blood, this is the unique smell of corpses.
Xing Ze pressed his forehead. He felt a little dizzy, but the pungent smell soon woke him up.
"For Merlin's sake!" John's voice rang in his ears. Xing Ze looked at him and followed his gaze.
It was a spacious basement, no, to be precise, it should be an anatomy room. There were three corpses side by side in the room, two of which had been disembowelled, with their internal organs exposed.
The other body was a girl. It looked like she had been tortured inhumanely, but judging from her slightly twitching body, she was probably still alive.
"This is... this is..." Scott's voice became sharp and high-pitched, and his face slowly deformed, eventually turning into the appearance of Tonks.
Neither John nor Xing Ze paid attention. Now was not the time to dwell on this. John strode towards the woman, probably wanting to see if she could be saved.
Two torch-lit passages connected the basement. Xing Ze looked at one of them, where there were several rooms with iron doors. An uneasy feeling lingered in his heart.