"Are you sure this is where the wizard's bones are buried?" Alan plucked a yellowish piece of grass and bit it in his mouth, staring at the fox curiously.

It was the first time he had heard of the change of the bazaar in the wizarding world, but what did it have to do with the grave?

Whose grave was built in the vegetable market?

Aren't you afraid that people will come to your grave every day?

Fortunately, this is the wizarding world, otherwise this wizard will be able to cycle the little apple or the most dazzling national style every day for more than ten years.

"Of course – that's it. The fox's eyes were all serious, without the slightest hint of joke - she had paid a lot of money in this operation, and she definitely didn't want the operation to fail, and naturally it was impossible to joke with the most basic information of the place, which was irresponsible to herself.

"Actually, the real cemetery is not here, of course, but in a mountain hidden by magic about three kilometers away from this place, and this market did not come out of nowhere, but where the sorcerer's mausoleum keeper often buys things. ”

"According to my intelligence, there are three wizards and their descendants divided into three branches to guard the sorcerer's tomb from outsiders, but unfortunately, two of them have disappeared into history. ”

The descendants of the third branch were still there three hundred years ago, but at that time they were already quite poor, and had to give up their enjoyment of coming to this place they usually did not look down on to trade goods to make ends meet, and in one transaction, this heir leaked out of the horse's feet. ”

He had secretly sold one of his heirloom items, and after receiving a large sum of gold Galleons, he accidentally leaked the details of his house after drinking - and then the wizard slaughtered his trade partner and the owner of the hotel to prevent himself from being erased by the oath - but unfortunately missed a little child who played hide and seek. ”

"What's even more interesting is that the kid actually had a talent for wizarding - although the inheritor had only missed a few words at the time, he remembered it firmly, which led to the grave keeper's obliteration under the influence of the magical oath. ”

After receiving a magical education from school, the boy began to search for the secret places of the past—although he didn't know much, the secrets that could be guarded with blood were obviously not trivial. ”

"Unfortunately - during his rounds he broke the wizarding law and was put to death, and my notebook was later in my possession, and after decades of trying to locate the mausoleum. ”

As he spoke, the fox pulled out a notebook - it was still made by hand, and it was quite worn.

"One copy per person, and you can even take the original and look at it, but then you have to give it back to me. This is my promise to you before. ”

A group of people, including Allen, took the notes, and began to read them without any prevarication - this operation is not a trivial matter, and no one will pretend not to read the information or anything, maybe they can save their lives in the future.

After flipping through the copies, the original was also circulated.

After finishing all the work, the fox gently clapped his palm: "Next, it's up to us - according to the notes and my years of experiments, there is no way to go directly to the grave, there are countless curses and protections on it, and the only way we can pass is to follow the path of the previous caretaker who came out to shop and return, there is no shortcut at all." ”

Such a battle is obviously an exaggeration, but compared to the identity of the person inside, such treatment is not exaggerated - after all, among Muggles, he is already a god.

Even if those legends were reduced by a thousand times, it still seemed to be a terrifying force - although Eren knew that the sea of people who were better than him had gone, it did not affect his awe of the tomb owner at all.

Of course—he doesn't even stand at the pinnacle of the wizarding world right now, and even more so for legendary figures.

It's like you know that Jack Ma is super rich, but you must not look down on the richest man in your province, even if you are already quite rich...

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It wasn't hard for wizards to hide the building, and if it weren't for the Death Eaters being brought into Sirius's door, Harry would not have had a problem using it as a base.

And now, in the same way, a wizard hides his grave before he dies - if someone doesn't forcibly expose it, I'm afraid that others will find it hard.

However, it doesn't have much to do with Alan - anyway, after all, he's archaeological.

Only by absorbing the essence of ancient magic can the current wizarding world develop, right?

With this thought in mind, a group of wizards who were not very physically fit walked nearly ten miles to reach their destination.

It's not that the fox was wrong before, but on the surface, there is only so much distance - because the space is folded.

Mr. Weasley gave his car space magic, and Hermione put space magic on her handbag.

Eren applied spatial magic to all his pockets - and this tomb owner applied spatial magic to his grave, and in the most shocking way.

His grave is not a pile of dirt – it's a mountain!

From a distance, this mountain is not high, but when Alan and the others walked along the road full of sealed magic organs, the mountain was nearly 3 kilometers high!

Quasi-group, this is a mountain that has been sculpted into the wizard's most heroic feats - when Alan and the others have walked through the long passage, a statue of a giant nearly three thousand meters tall appears directly in front of them, this giant holds half a sword in his hand, and the rest is hidden deep in the tail of a creature with eight blood understandings. Although it is all carved out of mountain stone, it looks like both are still alive and the sword will be drawn in the next moment.

After a sigh, the fox pulled out a map from her pocket—and claimed that this was the last information she knew, and that if anyone was frightened, they could wait until this time tomorrow to go out—for it was the last hour of the three hours that had been put to rest for the day's defensive spells.

However, although the majesty of the statue was heavy, it clearly did not frighten these people. On the contrary, one by one, I asked for a map to figure it out, and intelligence is sometimes more important than strength.

If it weren't for that notebook, Alan would never have been able to get through that path in such a quick amount of time—a path that the two explorers had spent nearly fifty years sorting out.

And the reason why the fox is willing to share her results with others is not without reason, because in the room of the grave keeper here, she found a drawing—a drawing for future generations to go in and worship, that is, a picture for Alan to show them.

It would have saved her another fifty years of exploration, but the drawings also showed how dangerous it really was – she would never have been able to cope with it herself.

It's not something that takes time to solve, and she's had to unite with others to succeed – and that condition has now been met.