It's a wonderful feeling, No. XX South Courtyard Street, which was supposed to refer to the house where the living lived, but in this strange magical space, it became the tomb of the dead instead. The four of them walked through the various graves, and it felt as if they were walking on the dividing line between life and death.

I don't know if the Indian wizards who created this space had some misunderstanding of Muggle culture.

Harry, the youngest Seeker in Gryffindor, had a better eye on the others, and he led Brandy to turn left and right, and soon found the possible location of Petyle's house, and they walked into a messy and barren meadow with a low domed mausoleum on each side of the meadow. On the left is No. 9 South Courtyard Street, while on the right it jumps directly to No. 41, and it is interesting to note that the last name of the owners of these two tombs is still Pétil.

"None of the 10th to the 40th are visible—so we just have to remember the names of the places mentioned in the letter?" Harry whispered. There was no one else here but them, this was a conclusion that had been confirmed in the previous ten minutes, but because the atmosphere in the whole cemetery was really strange, they still chose to communicate quietly.

"That's right, but it must be the full name of the place, and remember to bring the Kolkata in front of you, I bet if someone gets the wrong address here, it's definitely not as simple as not being able to get through the gate." Hermione said solemnly.

Brandi hurriedly closed his eyes seriously, Newt was right, as soon as he thought of Kolkata, 10-40 South Courtyard Street, the scene in front of him changed.

The lawn in front of it silently cracked through the dark cracks, like a black hole in the mouth, and a rough stone arch comparable to the gate of Hogwarts Castle rose from the ground, floating high in the air at a height of more than twenty feet, and the inside of the door was vague, as if it were a different scene. Then there are bluestone slabs of stairs that float in descending order to form an aerial path that leads to the arch.

The old bronze medallions glowing patina were squeezed out of the ground next to the last section of the stairs and erected in front of everyone. Unfortunately, this time the text seemed to be written in Hindi, and none of the four of them could read it.

"What's next," Harry looked at the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun almost completely out of sight. "Do we need to wait until dark?"

"Wait for me in a moment." Hermione said very succinctly, and the sound of footsteps came to her ears, as if she was climbing up the stone staircase—the footsteps suddenly disappeared. After a few minutes, Hermione's head popped out of the door, and she took off her cloak.

"Let's come over here, this must be some part of India, and it's still a short way from Petyer's house, so we can find a place to hide nearby for a while."

So the three of them rushed in, and as they crossed the archway, they sensed a warm current flowing down their backs. At the same time, the scene changed before them, and they found themselves teleported to a wilderness. It was surrounded by hills and groves—and at the foot of it, a winding path stretched not far to the lighted manor.

"Oh, that's terrible."

When Brandy was the first to step into this space, Hermione cried out in disappointment.

Brandi didn't express his doubts, as he quickly discovered it himself, as he subconsciously raised his wand and suddenly found that his hand was no longer transparent.

"The Illusion Spell is about to expire?" Brandi looked at Harry and Ron, who were following behind, who were also revealing their figures, and looked like two mosaics of flowers. "There's no hidden effect at all - can we do it again?"

"I'm afraid not, Brandy. It's not a matter of the Illusion Charm, you see-" Hermione's wand flicked lightly, "Armor Protection!" ”

It was like a plastic bag that had been electrocuted, and with a soft snap, a flash of white light flashed beside Hermione, and an invisible iron armor charm was attached to her body. What is different from the past is that this time the spell is terrifyingly effective, as if it was cast by a new gambler who knows nothing.

But Hermione's mastery of the Iron Armor Charm could never be like this.

Others saw this situation and tried it one after another, but the situation is really not optimistic. With the exception of Brandi, who was able to cast normal spells in his supermagical state (which was also greatly diminished), the magic effects of the others seemed to have degraded to the level of weakness they had when they first entered school. And Ron was even worse, he was directly pitted into a squib by his broken wand.

Now the problem is obvious, there must be some kind of enchantment-type large position magic set up here, forcibly suppressing and interfering with the effects of all outsiders' spells.

"All in all, even if we want to back down now, there is no way back." Brandi quickly calculated, he looked at the portal that had vanished, and then made a decision.

"Since the Illusion Charm can't be used, we'll have to wait until the dead of night to find a chance to sneak in—by that time, Parvati must have been taken to the Holy Mountain, maybe it's a portkey, maybe it's a shapeshifter, but I don't think it's likely that they'll walk under our noses. After entering the manor, we had to find Parvati's bottle of polyjuice decoction as quickly as possible, and then escape from the Petyr manor and find a suitable means of transportation to Tibet, China, before Kailash arrived before the brahmins returned from their journey around the mountain. ”

"That sounds too exciting...... Ron muttered as he spoke. Stealing from nobles, escaping across borders, and then assaulting officials at the Indian Ministry of Magic add up to enough to kill me a few streets. ”

"From the moment you came along, we were already prisoner candidates for Azkaban." Brandi said with a complicated expression, "But it's not without good news, although the Brahmin sacrifice is not a dumping nest, but it will also go to a lot of people, not to mention that this time the sacrifice is still Petil's own child." By then, there shouldn't be too many wizards left in the manor, and it might be a little easier for us to move around the manor. ”

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Waiting time was always slow, especially for Brandy, who took turns wearing invisibility cloaks and probing close to the edge of the manor to see if the lights in the various rooms of the manor had gone out. Others hid themselves in the dark woods, trying to get themselves to sleep—but no one succeeded in falling asleep until midnight passed.

At this time, it was Harry's turn to scout the manor, leaving Brandi Ron and Hermione silent, in the dark woods.

Brandi was rummaging through his backpack, trying to stock up on something that might be useful for a while. Hermione and Ron sat on the sidelines, watching Brandi take out the contents of her bag one by one.

"Frostbite Potion... Blood tonic... Flame Whiskey ??? Ron said inexplicably. What are you doing with this thing? ”

"Hagrid said that a little drink in the cold would keep me warm, so I asked him to get some for me - and I didn't expect Hagrid to have so many points." Brandi stared at the glass bottle tangled, the bottle was about the same amount as the other potions Brandi had brought with him.

"But considering that it's better to bring it all with you to the snowy mountains in the future, there are four of us after all."

As he spoke, he pulled out two tiny potion bottles from a mass of brown socks and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. He pulled out the stack of letters from his backpack - he thought he needed to decipher what 10-40 meant, but Newt had apparently done it for them, so the envelopes seemed to have no other use than to take place.

However, when he picked them up and tried to throw them away, he pulled out a different letter from inside. That was what Dumbledore had given himself before...... Speaking of which, after reading it one day, I was confused, and it seems that I have been clipped it in my notebook.

Did you accidentally get into Padma's letter for help while preparing your luggage?

"What are you looking at?" Noticing that Brandi was a little sluggish, Ron and Hermione approached him. "Why doesn't there be a recipient on this letter, didn't you send it before you left?"

"Uh...... No, Professor Dumbledore gave me this letter. I don't quite understand why he gave me this. He casually handed over the envelope, and Ron received the envelope and looked it up and down. When you've thought it through, can you complete it so that the letter still works no matter what you fill out at the end? ”

He held up the envelope with some uncertainty.

"It's okay, you can read whatever you want." Brandy said, "It seems to be a letter of recommendation for a Hogwarts student to study alchemy at Nicolamet's Atelier over the summer, but strangely enough, there are blanks in all the places where the recipient should be written." He looked like he wanted me to fill in my name myself. ”

He looked down at the vial and realized that he hadn't heard the two of them in a while, and Brandi looked up to find Ron and Hermione staring at the letterhead, dumbfounded.

"Merlin's beard, this is Nicolame, the world's number one alchemist!" For a long time, Ron's nostrils seemed to be puffing white smoke out, and he struggled for a long time as if it had taken a lot of effort to force himself to slip the letter back into Brandy's hand.

In fact, don't talk about him, even Hermione, who rarely loses her temper, is reluctant to give up, and her eyes are shining.

"You don't know what the Philosopher's Stone is? Turning stones into gold and immortality! Why did Dumbledore suddenly be so nice to you—wait, you can't be his own grandson! Ron said with difficulty, "Don't let me see the letter again, I'll be tempted to grab it." ”

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