The dimly lit environment, the filthy, stinking water, the creaking rats that creaked from time to time, the sliced sky at the window where the only sunlight could be seen, and the musty smell of something unspeakable—that's where Alan was teleported after handing over the letter from the gate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Apparently there was something wrong with this - even if they had summoned the entrance to the hidden laboratory by shady means, and had entered the castle by copying the invitation, Alan should not have been teleported to this place.

According to the Ministry of Magic, they should be put to the test of the Inheritor as a possible descendant - even if there are many fatal risks, but in any case the test of the Inheritor should not be such a situation - for example, the handcuffs and shackles that are fixed in the water on Eren's body at the moment.

Ignoring the ornaments in his hand, Alan first looked at his surroundings - although it was dim, it didn't affect his vision in the slightest - it was not good, there was no one around.

Although none of the people around him should be teammates, it is still not a good thing that no one exists.

Apparently - he opened the hidden copy.

Hiding is not necessarily a good thing, but it can be doubly difficult - for example, given some of Slytherin's own preferences and the preferences of his descendants, Allen clicks on this mode that is extremely difficult.

Compared to other wizards who entered, Eren had one of the biggest differences - not only was he not a pure-blood, not even a half-blood, but a complete Muggle.

From the point of view of Slytherin himself and most of his descendants, the only thing to consider for a man like Alan to burn him directly was what to do with the ashes so that they didn't pollute the environment - so it was probably not surprising that he was transported straight to the water dungeon.

This is no ordinary water dungeon - because Alan's entire magic is suppressed, and none of the spells that require a wand to cast can be used.

If it is replaced by other wizards, I can probably play a wave of GG at this moment to happily accompany Mr. Merlin.

It's a pity that Eren is not an ordinary wizard, and the power from the system has made these limitations weaken his strength almost none.

Therefore, after easily relieving the power of the restriction, he took great pains to remove the whole set of equipment and study it - unfortunately, the first trophy was not in his hands, and without the cooperation of the magic on this large cell, this prop was pure waste.

Probably out of trust in the cell, the entire dungeon did not place a single trap magic, but Alan had a new harvest at this time - there were several cells in the dungeon where not wizards but magical creatures were closed, although these big guys were now bone-based, but the hind leg bones of one of the creatures were the best material for making wands - of course, this wand had to be decorated before it could be taken out so that people would not think that the user was a dark wizard.

The cell wasn't very large, and soon Alan left the cell with the loot - however, it was still a cell on the outside, and there was a lot of people shaking.

Unfortunately, these are not living people, but the cheapest prop in the dark arts, the Yin Corpse.

The abundance of ingredients, the ease of preparation, and the longevity of the process have led to the creation of a large number of props - and the missing Muggles, wizards and wizards don't care.

And the location of those yin corpses is known without asking - the white bones in the cells everywhere are not deceitful.

And the corpses are also aware of the presence of the living - they may not have created them to kill the living, but there is definitely an option to drive away the invaders.

Their movements were comical, their bodies emaciated by the dual effects of death and magic, their withered hands in the shape of chicken claws, and their eyes covered with a thick white puff from being rendered useless and unusable for so long a long time—which saved Eren from seeing the hollowness of their soulless eyes.

"The flames are blazing. ”

Alan's spell was plain, and with the chanting of the incantation, a ring of fire erupted from his wand—thanks to the private teaching of the Ugandan professor.

Yin corpse - an existence controlled by the call of black magic, without life, soul and mind, they are afraid of fire and light, like dark and damp, they are the walking dead.

As the books say, these creatures are afraid of fire, and they become staggering and shaky under the influence of the ring of fire.

It's a pity that Eren didn't just want to push them back - although it was a bit of a waste of magic, the best ending for these Yin Corpses would have been to disappear into the sea of fire - probably, these people would have chosen this ending if they knew they were going to be made into these things.

Speaking of which, it was probably out of contempt for these Muggles, who did not even deserve the treatment of the water prison, which made great use of Allen's arson cause - the flames set the cages on fire under his wand, and the Yin corpses became panicked by the flames and tried to escape the place.

Unfortunately, it didn't work—even if they panicked, Alan wouldn't give up.

Dust to dust, dust to dust - it's better for these guys to go and get bento, they must be tired after standing for so many years.

The raging flames finally burned the entire cell with Alan's help, and the corpses could no longer escape everywhere, and they were reduced to ashes in the flames - and with their fall, even more violent flames burned where their bodies were—even though Eren knew that it was the effect of corpse oil, but still believed that it was the reason why these guys felt that they should do their part in this burning flame of sin.

In the midst of the intense flames, Alan was unaffected in the slightest - wizards have unique spells to circumvent the flames, and there have been wizards who have been caught deliberately in order to enjoy the flames.

Although he knew that there might be some good stuff in this cell - after all, the witch's materials for Muggle research and Muggle belongings should be in this place - Alan had no regret at all.

It's just a galleon, and it's better to burn - after all, fire cleanses most evils, doesn't it?

In the midst of the raging flames, he inexplicably thought of a poem - I hope that one day, the fire in the ground will burn me and this living coffin, and I should have eternal life in the fire and blood!

Probably - these guys thought so before they were made into the corpses.