Although Ning An still had a stomach full of questions to ask, but when it seemed that the situation was not to say this, the cloaked man tilted his chair slightly to his side and asked:

"So...... Why not describe the man who made you obsessed with the resurrection? ”

He calmly glanced at the dark secret room between the bookshelves of the two factions, where it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, only the intermittent sound of ethereal sounds, as if someone was singing inside.

"Girl......" Ning An opened his mouth, and said slowly, word by word:

"The name is ...... Caridora...... About eleven years old, died of ......" he looked up, squinting his eyes and glancing at the cloaked man again

"Died in ...... ...... a year ago"

The chair was shaken to a "creak", and the wizened hands hidden under the robe reached out again and swayed vigorously

"Don't say how long ago I died—I've been here for so long that I can't tell the difference between a year and a decade."

The cloaked man pondered for a moment, and the room was covered in silence, except for the occasional "crackling" sneeze as the candlesticks burned.

"Girl......" the cloaked man muttered in a low voice, as if talking to himself

"Let me think about it, a girl about eleven years old, maybe there are only two ...... the nearest one," he said and snapped his fingers, and there was a "whin" in the secret room, like the sound of the north wind whistling.

Ning An turned his head, and two palm-sized, snow-white delicate things flew out of it with a flash of white light, and slowly came to him, suspended there.

These were two Xiaoice coffins made of ice and snow, and there were bursts of cold air coming out of them, making it difficult to see what was inside.

"Oh, you'll have to wait a while, you'll be able to see it when the cold clears, don't worry, there are some candles here that will be fine in a while." The cloaked man seemed to lean back, and the chair creaked again.

"I hope that's the one you're looking for—" he said faintly, his voice muffled, like a quilt

"That's good for all of us......"

Ning An's palms were soaked with sweat, and he stared at the two small coffins in front of him that looked like ice sculptures, his eyes were full of worry, fear, expectation, and pleading.

Contradictory and complicated, he urged the layers of cold to dissipate quickly in his heart, and at the same time timidly appeared to want to close his eyes, afraid of the result he didn't want to face.

"What if there is no Calidora?" Ning An forced himself not to think about such a question, he couldn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Fortunately, at this time, the cold air of the first ice coffin gradually dissipated, this is a transparent ice coffin, and it is easy to see what is inside from the outside.

Ning An clenched his hands into fists, only felt that his heart was pounding, he couldn't think about it, his brain was blank and he looked into the ice coffin.

"Not ——!"

In the ice coffin lies a little girl who looks like a ghost, saying that it is a ghost, but in fact it is not like a ghost, her skin is blue and translucent, and she still maintains her appearance before death.

The little girl was serene, her skin was as red as real flesh, and she was wearing an aqua blue sleeveless dress with a black shirt underneath, almost life-like except for her size.

Her russet hair was neatly draped behind her, as if someone had taken care of her before her death, and she was a little older than Calidora, about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was lying flat in an ice coffin at the moment, with her hands on her chest, her eyes closed, and she was asleep.

Ning An's breathing became short, the sweat in his palms was about to flow into a small river, flowing down the resurrection stone, a feeling of disappointment, falling, and fear occupied his heart, he felt as if he had lost the strength of his whole body, and he didn't even have the strength to turn his head and look at the ice coffin next to him.

He suddenly clenched the wand in his hand, which seemed to remind Ning An that he was a wizard.

He remembered the day Calydora died, how the wind howled, how the rain poured, and how painful and desperate his heart was.

Mourning occupied his heart, Ning An closed his brain with sadness, his mind was reorganized, whether it was distracting thoughts, cranky thoughts, or even the roar of the waves from the black sea outside the window, they could not invade his heart, and he calmed down again.

His eyes slowly moved to the right, and the ice coffin that had already dissipated the cold seemed to be a little impatient, trembling slightly, Ning An looked at it calmly, and behind the transparent ice coffin, there was a girl he was familiar with.

With dazzling blonde hair, skin as white as snow, and the ice coffin that carried her, she was wearing a black pleated dress and calfskin shoes on her feet, which was stunningly beautiful.

Ning An suddenly disarmed his brain defense, and the memories in his mind poured out like a fountain

"Can you teach me the Disarming Charm? I want to be — a little bit more powerful. ”

"You don't have to be too powerful, just a little more powerful than Ning An-"

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts, Ning'an? The ghosts in the old mansion are very friendly. ”

"Carly—"

Ning An muttered, stretched out his hand gently, wanting to touch the ice coffin, but hesitated, as if he was afraid that all this was a dream, and when he touched it with his hand, it would be broken.

"Pop" The cloaked man snapped his fingers, and the ice coffin of the red-brown haired girl swirled in the air, and flew back into the secret room, a muffled thunderous sound sounded

"Okay, looks like we've found the person you're looking for?"

There was an irrepressible joy in the cloaked man's voice, which was completely different from the lifeless tone of his previous lifelessness, and he drew a circle in the air with his hand like an orchestra conductor, and a candlestick jumped out of the room beside it.

The candlestick staggered to the table, bent down the pole, and saluted respectfully.

"Go and call my friends—" he commanded simply, and the candlestick turned slowly and ran out the door.

The cloaked man leaned back again, as if this would make him more comfortable, he twisted his back vigorously, and finally found the most suitable position, and said to Ning An with a little pleasure:

"So let's get to know each other officially?"

Ning An had already clenched the ice coffin containing Calidora's soul in her hand, and the girl was lying peacefully in it with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

"When did wizards reveal their real names so easily?"

Ning An replied coldly, he didn't want to talk about meaningless topics with this guy hiding under the cloak, he wanted to know how to resurrect Calidora as soon as possible.

But the cloaked man in front of him was obviously interested in this topic, he erected a thin and long, skinny finger, and tapped it gently on the desk in front of him, as if he was even more cheerful than Ning An

"Ah, it's just a convenient etiquette for the other party, and you shouldn't take it so seriously—don't the wizards of your time learn this kind of etiquette?"

After he finished speaking, seeing that Ning An did not answer, he continued to speak to himself:

"In that case, I'll introduce myself first, you can call me 'Sandak', how about a good name, right?"

Ning An's face was expressionless, he knew that this was definitely a fake name, and the wizards were reluctant to say their full real names because in some vicious curses, the cursed person's name would be used, but in fact, it was a long-lost magic, so few people would protect their names in the era in which he lived.

When he was reading Voldemort's notes, he had read that Voldemort had been frantically searching for this magic spell for a while, but in the end it was gone, maybe it was really lost.

But since Ning An is now facing a monster that can create such a castle in the world of the dead behind the curtain, or at least the monster that lives here, it is not wrong to be careful.

"Ning—just call me Ning."

"Well, cautious Mr. Ning, that's really a concise name—"

"Let's talk about the resurrection." Ning An still interrupted the meaningless topic of "Sandak" and asked the question he wanted to know.

"Young man with an acute child, huh?"

Sandak's fingers tapping on the table hovered in mid-air for a moment, but quickly fell back on, continuing to "click" on the table.

"We might as well talk about this later, aren't you interested in anything else? For example – where is this? ”

Ning An was silent, in fact he really wanted to know where he was now, the sea, the castle, and what was at the end of the sea, but he was very skeptical that he should listen to this suspicious "Gentak" to introduce him, and the resurrection of Calidora was much more important.

"The underworld?"

After being silent for half a quarter of an hour, Ning An still spoke, rather than going on like this, maybe first obey Scientak's meaning and listen to what he wants to say, this mysterious man who has been waiting for an unknown amount of time must not be willing to waste time in vain.

"That's half right—" A happy voice came from under the hood, but even when it was happy, it was still muffled and deep, only a few degrees higher.

"To be precise, this is neither the abode of the living, nor the resting place of the dead."

He brought his other hand to the table, and the two skinny hands were put together, trying to draw a square out of thin air, and he said in a deep voice:

"It's a compartment, a crack – between life and death."

"Cracks?" Ning An was a little interested

But Scientak didn't want to explain it any more, he seemed to be very good at controlling the pace of the conversation, and was happy to keep it in his own hands, when he stretched out his right hand and pointed out the drowsy window behind him

"Do you see the sea?"

Ning An nodded silently.

"That's what you call the underworld—"

He hid under his hood, as if he was smiling gloomily and said to Ning An:

"Countless souls are being carried by the waves under the sea—as for the end? No one knows - what is the end of death, how can anyone living know? ”

When he said the last sentence, Sandak's tone became low, and it returned to the muffled voice that Ning An had made when he first saw him, wrapped in a quilt.

"That's where you collect souls from here?" Ning An asked coldly, but was immediately refuted.

"I don't have that much skill - it's just that you know, there are many powerful souls, and these guys were ...... You know, some sorcerers or priests and the like still have a fear of death or a strong obsession with the world, and they are also missed by the living, so they sometimes break free from that terrible sea for a moment—"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became: "It's like fishing, hey, have you ever fished?" When they break free, it's like a fish is in the bait for me. ”

Then Shendak paused again, and said stupidly: "Of course, there are occasional individual ...... Quirky guys, will find this place on their own, and I think you'll see you soon. ”

Well, well, there are other people here - Ning An thought silently, he didn't know if what "Scientak" said was true, he only knew that he still had a lot of confusion about the world in front of him, such as who created this "Hades Fortress", and how powerful he should be if it was "Scientak".

But fortunately, since you can only be forced to stay in this "gap between life and death", at least it means that "Sandak" can't leave here, as if you are locked in a cage called death.

At that moment the door behind him was pushed open, and the candlestick came in step by step, and unlike when it had gone out before, there was now a small, small, equally scrawny snake coiled over one of its pointed needles, which had no candle in it.

The snake's tail is rolled up in a palm-sized, stone statue of a woman, the statue is lifelike, as if it has become a real person, with long hair with teeth and claws scattered on the back of its head, wearing a black robe, and its eyes are closed, full of contradictions, making people feel that it is both a statue of a goddess and an evil witch.

The menorah carried them to the table, then bent the iron shelves so that the snake could crawl onto the table, and then stood diligently back in the usual row of candlesticks, motionless.

"What? Finally a guest? ”

The snake threw the statue of the woman onto the table, curled up as if it were tired, spit out the letter, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

The yellow-brown snake pupils stared at Ning An intently, but without saying anything more, Sandak raised his hand and erected the stone statue of the woman who had been thrown aside and placed it on the table.

Pointing to the snake on the table with his hand, Scientak's face hiding under the hood seemed to be smirking grimly:

"Poor fellow, huh? - Splitting one's own soul, although it's very- um, imaginative, but it's actually stupid, see the end, huh? ”

"That spell isn't complete, it's not perfect! How many times do you want me to say this!? As if trampled on a sore foot, the snake kept screaming in a hoarse voice as if its throat had been strangled by a thin thread:

"Besides, you shouldn't say this in front of a hairy boy!"

"Alright, be quiet—Sephant, he'll have to know sooner or later anyway." Ning An could see Scientak shrug his shoulders, and in his usual low tone, he drowned out the screams of "Sephant", and said sullenly.