The interior of the room was basically the same as it was after the war, and the walls of the room were crooked, covered with notches and dents caused by the bombardment of spells. Old furniture staggered to the floor, obscured by a thick layer of dust or moss...... Only the ground was different, and even if the light inside was dark, Brandi could clearly see the dense footprints that had just been stepped on. They are cluttered and seem to lack purpose on the part of their owners......

He had only walked a few steps and had just entered a kitchen-like room when Brandi bumped into that kind of thing.

It was a middle-aged woman-like figure, the same as what was seen from the outside, its face was as white as if it had been smeared with a layer of chalk ash, and its eye sockets were sunk deep inward, and the place where the eyeball had been was now only pitch black. Dressed in a tattered sweater that had been stained with mud and the color was hard to read, it stood silently next to the collapsed cupboard, its head slowly turning when Brandi entered......

"Shhh Brandi quickly raised his wand to its chest...... Vigilantly looked at the monster that looked like a walking corpse. I'm afraid it will pounce on it like the wind and bite its throat.

What he didn't expect was that he didn't know if this thing hadn't exercised for too long, or if it was not motivated in broad daylight. It moved, but the speed at which it walked only reminded Brandi of the old lady on the street carrying a large bag of ingredients, and to put it mildly, Brandi felt that he could crawl faster than this walking corpse......

I saw it take a few steps forward tremblingly, and slammed its foot on the shelf—

"Smack~"

It actually slapped itself face down on the ground! There was still a moment in his hand to pat the floor...... It felt as funny as throwing in the towel on the ground like watching a judo match on TV.

Brandi watched in amazement at the walking corpse's strange behavior, and suddenly felt as if he had been deceived......

Walking through the kitchen, the living room, dining room, guest room, and study on the first floor, he saw no less than ten walking corpses like the woman just now. They're basically like the bones of the bones, and while they do look terrifying, they can only be pretended to be - but surprisingly, Brandi's lethal spell didn't have much effect on them, he tried to smash a walking corpse, and the spell did work, blowing its legs to pieces, and there was no blood in it at all - but it was still moving slowly in Brandi's direction, and even the whole body was blown up later, The head would also move little by little in Brandy's direction. What made Brandi even more frightened and disgusted was that the minced flesh all over the ground was still unconsciously converging in the direction of the head, looking like it was about to reassemble.

The feeling creeped him out, and he simply pulled all the walking corpses on the first floor together with a rope binding charm, and shoved them into the broomroom next to the study, which seemed to be the most unlikely place to hide. He also blocked a few broken wooden planks in the doorway to prevent them from coming out, so that he could safely search the first floor for possible hidden compartments and secret rooms. But obviously, what Voldemort and so many Death Eaters didn't find, how could Brandy, who was aimlessly trying his luck, find it?

Mirrors, tombstones...... And the girls...... What kind of clue is this?

An hour later, he still had no clue, and there were broken mirrors in the bathroom on the first floor, but he had searched the walls and floors around it, and found nothing so-called hidden grids. So after searching to no avail, he set his sights on the stairs......

On the second floor, there is a studio, a piano room, a master bedroom, a guest room, and a living room that is very luxurious even now. It can be seen that the original owner is a very elegant guy, and here is the same as downstairs, if not more tragic, and Brandy here sees all kinds of radioactive traces left behind by the explosion. The effect looked inexplicably familiar, as if Voldemort was here in a final battle with Albert.

As soon as he went upstairs, Brandi felt a completely different dark aura from below......

There aren't many walking corpses here, but the lighting here is nowhere near as good as downstairs - the windows of several rooms have been damaged due to the previous battle, and the broken bricks and tiles have obscured the afterglow of the sunset outside the windows, which seems to have liberated the speed and power of the walking corpses to a considerable extent.

As soon as the tiptoeing Brandi appeared, and before he could even adjust to the dim light inside, he heard a dull click, and the walking corpses didn't seem to be able to locate them by sight, and their blindness didn't stop them from chasing the enemy in the slightest—the three walking corpses they had seen before staggered out of the farthest guest room in the corridor, knocking the door frame of the room along with the broken bricks, making a loud clattering noise. The shattered shoulders and the black holes in her face were so frightened that Brandi almost rolled down the stairs again......

He didn't care about anything else, and his wand pointed in a panic in the direction where the voice came.

"It's all petrified!"

A flash of silver light struck one of the fellows, and it fell stiffly under its feet, stumbling over the next one, the combined weight of the two corpses crushing the rotting floor, and they fell down the hole. But the one who hit the head was unfazed, and it quickly approached Brandy, and pounced on him with its long arms. At this time, Brandi's motor nerves, which were still good, saved his life, and his short body reflexively only felt a gust of bad wind, and it crept out of its armpits. The walking corpse, more than a foot taller than him, kept its stiff stance and grabbed a void - its head slammed into the wall to Brandy's right, half of its head collapsing. It meant nothing to a dead man, who struggled to his feet again, turned around, and faced a slender wooden stick.

"Hurry up and be imprisoned!"

Several ropes flew out of the void and tied it into a rice dumpling.

The frightened Brandi dared to take a breath...... Being held in the arms of a corpse and bitten by it must not have been very pleasant.

After learning that the walking corpses don't rely on light to find their targets, Brandi can finally search the second floor under the fluorescent charm, where not only will there be such a scary thing as the walking corpse, but there is also the risk of falling downstairs at any time - he has to move slowly and carefully, for fear that he will fall into the pile of corpses downstairs......

But frustratingly, there aren't even mirrors on the second floor. And the situation here has been searched in the real sense, every piece of furniture, shelves, even bed boards and old standing clocks in the corridor have been rudely dismantled and searched...... The room was truly simple and straightforward, with no ornaments left behind - I don't know if it was taken by Voldemort at the time, or if it was later stolen by the daring and nimble thieves.

On the third floor are two huge rooms, one for the exhibition hall and the other for the laboratory. They are surrounded by windows on three sides, and there are rows of torches on the walls that have been extinguished for a long time, so it can be said that this is the best place in the whole house, and there will be no moving creatures here. The lab had long since been ransacked, leaving only melted crucibles, beaker fragments, and other rubbish. The exhibition hall is lined with medals, badges and trophies, and most of the souvenirs, possibly made of gold, have been removed, leaving only a dusty black velvet backing. Most of the rest were made of stone, and a corner had been magically cut off to verify that it was hollow inside.

As for the attic on the fourth floor, it has long been buried by terrible magic.

Standing by a good window in the exhibition hall and looking up at the sky that was gradually darkening, Brandi's heart couldn't stop sinking. His time is running out...... He had to get out of here before sunset. And it's likely that there is less than half an hour left before that time.

He lowered his head, and he could see the rows of low tombstones just in time to be visible outside the window. Glancing casually over the cold stones, Brandi subconsciously wanted to find the location where Luna was waiting. He soon saw that the obelisk, which was much higher than the others, was rightfully empty, but he knew that Luna should be there waiting for him, perhaps still chatting with Mr. Albert.

…… Speaking of Mr. Albert...... He blinked in confusion.

Mirrors, tombstones...... And girls?

But there don't seem to be any girls in his family's tombstone that I saw before? There are quite a few women, but they are all what kind of ladies...... Mr. Albert is also the son of Wright. Even if you add that there may be a walking corpse of his family in this house, there is probably no guy who is young enough to be called a girl.

There is no daughter at home...... But Albert pointed at Luna?

And the word mirror...... This is Luna's translation in sign language, but is that really correct?

Mirror? Brandi remembered Luna's indescribable trance-like countenance, and suddenly froze. Suddenly, he had such a strange thought.

Hey...... Mr. Albert: What he was referring to at the time - it must not be Luna, but her anti-demon glasses!

Thinking of this, he excitedly took out the glasses in his pocket and put them on his ears. He opened his eyes and scanned the room again, his gaze suddenly changed from bright to dark, he couldn't see anything clearly for a while, but when he got used to the dim light, he was pleasantly surprised to find something different in the room.

A stone pedestal in the corner of the exhibition hall is emitting a faint glow in the shadows. He walked over quickly......

It was a square pedestal, the trophy on which had long since been broken by the Death Eaters, leaving only the bottommost corner, which looked like a cone-shaped obelisk, like the tombstone that Mr. Albert was pointing to, which convinced him somewhat of his guesses. On the stone pedestal, in addition to the 'Remembrance of the English Golbstone Competition' that can be seen from a normal perspective, you can faintly see some additional words floating in the air, like phrases made up of several syllables.

Brandi leaned in curiously and read softly.

"Seeing without a shadow, closing your eyes without being visible"

Brandi stood dumbfounded, lost in thought...... Before you know it, the sun is setting little by little.

Dusk has fallen.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he finally knew why Voldemort hadn't found the object - as long as his eyes fell on this pedestal, he would never be able to see the mechanism, and he could not touch it in the darkness when he closed his eyes. It can only be seen when the line of sight is disturbed......

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly erupted downstairs, as if something had been rudely opened. Only then did he realize that he had wasted a long time here...... He hurriedly picked up the pedestal, and sure enough, he felt a hole underneath, and his hand reached into it, and he grabbed something wrapped in a roll of brown paper at random. He pulled it out and stuffed it into his arms—there was no time left to determine what it was. Downstairs there was the footsteps of the walking corpses swarming up, and he didn't have time to turn back.

He had no choice but to survive the other way......

I saw him quickly run to the wall, his wand slashed through the two semicircles, and the blue light visible to the naked eye emerged from his body, without restraint, this was probably the first time he used the magic power of his whole body to recite a spell in his peak state.

In a trance, in the void behind him, there seemed to be some kind of creature hallucination, but he couldn't see it.

The walking corpses leaped up from the bottom of the stairs, and they were now completely free of their strength, moving like apes. The black white covered the exhibition hall, and they surrounded them expressionlessly—

"Super Magic! Pieces! ”

The illusion behind him suddenly roared, and Brandy's wand seemed to glow with blood, and silent fluctuations burst out like ripples on the surface of a lake. The walking corpses behind Brandy froze, chunks of flesh and bones peeling off their bodies, and black smoke billed out of their eyes and mouths, heading towards Brandi's wand...... The walking corpses were like scattered sand towers, turning into white powder.

As if he didn't notice it, he was brandishing his wand, and the spell hit the wall that had been ravaged by the Death Eaters without much damage. With a violent shock, the outer wall, which was reinforced by a heavy protective spell like an iron wall, collapsed with a loud bang, revealing the rolling hills and clear starry sky in the distance.

Then, Brandi closed his eyes, screamed, and jumped from the third floor of the mansion!

"Ahh

He fell to the ground on all fours, and then rolled forward, trying to cushion the overwhelming pressure on himself. But despite this, he still heard a crisp sound in his arm, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

He struggled to his feet and rushed to where Luna had been.

"Luna! Cloak of Invisibility! Let's go! ”

The silver-gray cloak flew through the air, and he slipped headlong into it, disappearing without a trace.

In less than ten seconds since he ran out of the house...... Hundreds of pale hands were suddenly reaching out from the dirt, weeds, or pools of water.

The whole estate is boiling like boiling water!