"Is this it?" Ning An looked up at the vast and tall building like a palace in front of him and muttered to himself.

After traversing a long winding mountain road, Ning An came to the valley called Kumagfiur, which was surrounded by mountains and snow, and as far as the eye could see, the endless white snow, the peaks that obscured the sun and reached into the clouds, and the only building that awaited him was this palace-like inn in front of him.

There is no Muggle settlement as you would have imagined, the hotel is located halfway up the snow-capped mountains, the hotel is magnificent, there are no buildings around, and it is isolated in the mountains, as if it were an escape from the hustle and bustle. In front of the gate is a large parking lot that can accommodate a large convoy, but now, there are only a few cars parked in the parking lot.

The name "Yggdrasil" is written on the hotel's signboard in gilded ornate lettering.

"Yog...... Drassier ...... "Ning An read it word by word, feeling the pores on his neck open little by little, he followed all the information he had to come here, as if there was some invisible silk thread connecting everything, the wizard who pursued the power of Odin, came to an inn named after the World Tree, could it be a coincidence?"

Lowering his head, the black snake mark on his arm disappeared from time to time, and the real world disappeared at this moment, and the whole world turned into a plane, as observed in Edwin Albert's "Plains", Ning An saw a flickering point, flickering quietly in front of him.

"Let's stay for now." He smiled, muttered to himself, pushed open the wide door of the inn, and stepped inside.

The inside is colder than Ning An imagined, the spacious lobby is not crowded with travelers, the crystal chandelier is quietly hung on the roof dozens of meters high, looking down on everything coldly, only a cleaner in a white uniform of the hotel, dragging a tow bucket to slowly clean a rest corner.

He walked up to the hotel front desk, where a man stood deserted behind the marble counter. It was an old man who looked to be in his twilight years, with a small felt hat slanted on his head, and the same hotel uniform as the cleaner, with an open neckline and wine stains on it, and the uniform, which was supposed to be white, was now grayish-white, the same color as his thick beard.

Although his appearance was no different from that of an old drunkard in a tavern, this man was tall, and his strong muscles seemed to bulge out from under his uniform, and he stared at Ning An expressionlessly.

"It's no wonder business here is cold, and if a hotel hires such a receptionist, it's not hard to see why guests don't want to come." Ning An said in his heart.

"Hello, I want a room, just an ordinary one."

"This ...... Belch...... That's what you're going to say? The old man burped and said.

"What?"

"Time has passed, and you meet old friends again, but you say, 'Hey, give me a room'? If that doesn't hurt anyone, then the pine nut I drank last night must not be strong enough, so I'm still dreaming, right? ”

Ning An frowned, obviously he didn't know the person in front of him, but everything here was weird, and he had felt it from the moment he set foot in this valley.

"It was snowing heavily when you came, wasn't it?" The old front desk foreman suddenly spoke to himself, "It snows so hard here all year round that I almost forgot what color the cross-section of those mountains used to be. ”

"So we've seen it before?" Ning An tried to bring the conversation back to what he could understand.

"Seen?" The old man suddenly raised his voice, "Haven't you just seen it?" His rough big hands grabbed the front of the counter, staring at Ning An with his eyes, and for a moment, Ning An seemed to see a different self from his clear eyes.

"You beg me, I know, you'll be back sooner or later." The old man suddenly let go of his hand, returned to his lazy appearance, scribbled a few times from the counter, threw out a silver key, and said indifferently as if he had lost interest all of a sudden: "Room 302." Your guests should already be waiting for you. ”

Ning An silently put away the key, he didn't care about the old waiter's strange behavior, if everything here was involved with Odin, then no matter how strange and incredible it was, it was normal, and exploring all this was the purpose of his coming here, which at least showed one thing - he was not looking in the wrong place.

"When you're done entertaining the guests, we can have a good talk, you know...... I've waited too long...... It's been too long...... Fokine ......"

Ning An's body shook and took the old man's words to heart, but he didn't have time to think about it for the time being, and the burning sensation on his arm that was slightly hot showed that the "friends" he was waiting for couldn't wait to arrive.

Black leather shoes stepped on the beautiful red carpet, Ning An walked through the wide and winding corridors of the hotel, all the way unblocked, he didn't even see a single staff member, the silence here made ordinary people panic, and the sound of footsteps on the floor was intermittent.

The wand slid obediently into his hand from the cuff, the familiar touch gently rubbed the wizard's fingers, and stood still in front of the room with the '302' brand, Ning An pointed the key at the keyhole and gently chuckled in—with a "click", the door opened.

The air was still for a second, the sound, the air current, all the light, whether it was light particles or light waves, all stood still for a second, and then, Ning An stepped into the room and turned on the light casually.

But the lights weren't turned on, and it didn't look like any hotel room in front of me. For the hotel, this place is too big, and it is empty, more like some vast underground secret room, empty, except for the ground covered with large stones, there is nothing else, and there is a faintly shiny ball of light suspended overhead, and looking into the distance, you can only see pitch black.

This reminded Ning An of the secret room under Hogwarts where the basilisk was hidden.

But he clearly can't be there now.

"Step, step, step," footsteps sounded from the darkness, like a pack of hunting wolves from the darkness, stepping on the tide / shi dark breath, slowly surrounding.

"I think you'd better put your wand down, or I can't guarantee that you won't accidentally shave off your lovely nose with a spell, master!" Like a shadow jumping up from the ground, a tall, thin man with a hood slowly walked out of the darkness, holding a wand, Ning An could feel the magic gathering on the tip of the wand, and the wand was pointed at him from afar.

"Listen! Listen up! You call him Master!? Ah, then I suppose this despicable little master, luck has come to an end today! The light of another wand lit up, and a shrill woman's voice rang out.

Bellatrix Lestrange came out of the darkness with a hideous face, staring at Ning An viciously, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Ning An didn't look at the witch, smiled and said to the tall and thin man, "Victor Grasso, it's a pity that you are here, but since you are here, I think Mr. Mikhail Brin will not let you go alone." ”

"Don't pretend to be garlic, Ning'an!" Mikhail Brin held his wand shiny at the tip high, aimed it at Ning An's heart, and walked out of the darkness, "You can't escape anything today, I didn't expect it, who betrayed you?" ”

Ning An calmly shifted his gaze to the left, where there stood a fourth man, tall and thin, with short white hair and a curly goatee on his thin chin.

"Igor, you're here too." Ning An said hello without surprise.

"The little one is already frightened! Hahahaha, I'm so scared that I can't speak! The woman laughed in a hoarse, shrill voice.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!" Bellatrix suddenly pointed at his wand, and a red light hit Ning An, and the intense pain drowned him, Ning An fell to his knees, clutching his wand, his knuckles turned blue hard.

"Ahh What are you doing-" Mikhail cried out in panic.

"Collect some interest—I'm going to kill him anyway," Bellatrix looked haggard and skinny with sunken cheeks, a look of excitement, fanaticism, and hatred on his face, "How could I forget the shame of killing little Crouch?" Little Principal? Well? My dear? ”

"Hey...... I didn't know what happened before...... To make you so angry, Bella......" Ning An curled up on the ground, a smile on his face, and said mockingly, "If Voldemort blames you for this...... Then I'm so sorry......"

"How dare you!!" Bellatrix's chest heaved violently, and she screamed, "How dare you call him by his name!?" Say his name from your lowly mouth? Defile him with your bastard tongue! ”

"You probably don't know that your master is a mongrel himself. His mom was a wizard, but his dad—"

"We're still ......," Karkarov's somewhat nervous voice sounded at the right time, "stop engaging in useless verbal battles. ”

"Shut up, Igor." Lestrange straightened up and roared in a low voice, "How dare you...... How dare you...... How can you ......" She kept shivering, gasping for breath, and looked at Ning An with her eyes, as if she wanted to use her gaze to cramp him out of his bones.

"We can't just kill him so cheaply—" The witch shook her head, as if to say to the others, as if to say to herself, "we are going to torture him well, and give him a slow, painful death, as the Death Eaters used to do, so that the world will know that the great master has returned, and we will leave the mark of the Dark Devil, and this is your chance, Igor, I believe you haven't done such a thing for a long time, you must have given birth to a hand......"

Lestrange licks/leans lips.

"We shouldn't make a fuss, it's only right to kill him quickly......" Grasso, the tall, lanky wizard, interjected.

"Yes...... Yes, I think so too......" Mikhail Brin's forehead was oozing with sweat, and he seemed a little nervous, "Kill him and remove my curse mark...... Don't bother yourself......" He gestured to the black snake pattern on his arm, which was sealed by several chain-like sigils.

"What's the hurry!" Lestrange grinned, stared at Ning An and said to the other three, "Anyway, we have already investigated clearly, and no one else has followed, how dare he say that kind of thing-"

The woman exaggerated her waist in an eerie arc, straightened up sharply, panted and whispered, "Besides, there are three of us, and he only has one." ”

"For the difference in numbers...... I'm still skeptical...... Miss Bella. Ning An said with bared teeth.

"You don't know him, don't give him more opportunities to speak." Grasso raised his wand again and aimed it at Ning An, this time without any hesitation.

"Avada suo!" The green light flickered, suddenly illuminating the surroundings, and everyone seemed to be caught off guard, and subconsciously closed their eyes.

"This damn it-" Bellatrix cursed and lowered her arm, but the sight in front of her made her stunned, she imagined that she should have died and turned into a corpse, and Ning An, who was lying on the ground coldly, actually stood up.

And Grasso, who had just released the death curse, fell to the ground, motionless.

"It's-" Before Mikhail could figure out the situation, Bella was already screaming: "Igor! You're dead! You're dead this time! ”

"Avada suo!" "Faint!"

Two rays of light, one green and one red, erupted from the wands of Ning An and Karkarov, and the green light struck Mikhail, who fell to the ground unconscious, and never to be conscious again.

Bellatrix's reaction was much quicker than Mikhail's, and she rolled to the side as she screamed, and the red light hit her a few feet away, and the witch moved like a cat at this moment, and rushed into the darkness with three or two blows.

She already fully understood what kind of trap this was, Karkarov played a double agent and played them tricks, Ning An must have wanted to get rid of Mikhail and Grasso a long time ago, so as to achieve his goal of taking sole power and eliminating dissidents.

Lestrange felt a chill in her heart, this wizard who was still a child in appearance, and her heart was more vicious than that of the Death Eaters under her master's command, and she regretted it a little now, if it wasn't for the hatred of the past, according to Grasso, she would have killed him directly with the death curse, and she would not have been in trouble.

"Master......" Karkaroff gasped softly, "I can't use the Death Curse continuously at such short intervals......" he hurriedly explained why he had used the Unconscious Curse instead of the Death Curse that would have killed Bella.

Ning An raised his hand to stop him, and at this moment, the darkness around him had dissipated, and the scene like a secret room was like a faded ink painting, rapidly receding towards both sides, revealing the true face of the hotel room.

"It seems that Voldemort really taught his men a lot of tricks."

The windows of the room were shattered, the bitter cold wind poured in desperately, and the curtains were blowing, but Bellatrix Lestrange was nowhere to be seen.

"Flying is very advanced magic, I didn't expect her to do it too." Karkaroff ran to the side of the bed and looked out, only to see a white snow-capped mountain, but no sign of Lestrange.

"Maybe it's already a phantasm, your anti-enchantment power is already very weak, and she's lucky this time."