"Kreacher, stop talking about him!" Hermione saw Sirius's downcast and turned her head to stop Kreacher with a serious expression.

The house-elf had to keep his mouth shut under the influence of Alan's order, but he continued to stare at Sirius with disdain and then emphasize the fact with his own eyes.

Hermione then seemed to feel that her tone was too harsh, which would probably make the house-elves feel worse about her, so she explained slowly, "Alan just said that you didn't hear it? This poison is especially powerful for people who have experienced inner pain, and Sirius has suffered so much pain, and the illusions in his heart caused by the venom are even more terrifying. He was brave enough to drink so much, and he had proven his mettle. ”

Klee pursed his lips disdainfully, but said no more. But the contemptuous look at Sirius showed that his attitude had not changed in any way because he had stopped speaking sarcastically.

Hermione gently reassured Sirius, "Sirius, so there's no need for you to be ashamed of it. ”

Sirius's somewhat sunken eyes looked in the direction of the stone basin in a trance, and his haggard face was covered with gloom, and suddenly, he turned his head in a trance, looked at Hermione's fluffy brown hair, and suddenly asked, "How is Crookshant doing?"

There was some surprise as to why the other party would mention his cat, but Hermione's cheeks were a little hot - in terms of appearance, the only thing Crookshank could handle now was that the fur was very smooth, and other than that, it was almost too fat to see the length and width.

"It's fine. Hermione's eyes flickered, she looked away for a moment, and after a pause, she continued, somewhat reluctantly, "You're welcome to see Crookshank, it'll be nice to see you." ”

"This fat boy is a good partner to trust. After Sirius finished speaking, he glared at the house-elf who was not pleasing to the eye next to him, and couldn't help but spit when he thought about the pain caused to him by his small action just now, "It's not like this traitor." ”

Hermione thought that when she was in her third year, her cat had finally befriended Sirius Black and tried to help him find Spotted, and although she didn't want Sirius to find out that she had fed Crook Hill to a hill, it seemed that Sirius, although he had a bad attitude towards house-elves, at least had some feelings for his cat because of the shared adventure.

In fact, Hermione was very proud of Crookshan's performance in this matter, except that it was trying to help Sirius attack Alan, and before Crookshan's encounter with Sirius, as soon as he saw the Blob transformed by Peter Pettigrew, he found out that he was a liar, and constantly attacked or chased Blob in Gryffindor's dormitory, and he was somewhat similar to Sirius and liked Harry very much, and he often either lazied in his dorm or sat on his lap- Although his current size was unbearable for Harry to sit like this anymore.

The portal to the other world reappeared, and it turned out that Alan had entered the cave with him and the Death Knights he was leading with him - in order to avoid the teleportation failure caused by the magic interference in the cave, Alan ran out to summon these Death Knights.

Arriving at the pedestal, the three death knights who exuded the aura of death dispersed automatically, and Eren walked towards the stone basin with his staff in hand, knowing what he was going to do next, whether it was a witch or a house-elf, he let himself get closer.

"Wait a few minutes, I'll have to figure out how this pedestal works, or I won't be able to restore it. ”

"Why restoration?"

"I'll explain to you later, I'm not going to let your brother's efforts go to waste. ”

For a moment, the cavern was silent, except for the sound of Eren groping for the abutment as he discerned the effects of distance magic.

After a few seconds of closing his eyes briefly, Eren casually touched the pedestal stretched out under the stone basin with the staff of the staff, which was made of the burning skull of the Deep Hell Purgator, and at the moment of contact, the magic power that was confined to the pedestal was suddenly disintegrated under the power of this Great Arcanist's staff, and a violent and brief buzz sounded in the entire stone cave, the sound like electricity was disturbing, and the thin stripes of white light converged, conjuring up various distorted shapes above the stone basin, and then the bright light was everywhere, and then everything returned to calm。

Alan picked up the crystal shell from the stone basin, scooped up the venom in the stone basin, and then successfully poured it on the ground, and the transparent venom flowed into a puddle on the ground, and was not withdrawn into the stone basin due to magic.

Sirius staggered to the edge of the basin, unhindered, and easily inserted his hand into the remaining liquid in the basin.

"What the hell is this? It can turn a magical artifact back to something magical by touching?" Sirius, stunned enough to forget the torture he had just suffered, pointed to the staff in Alan's hand and asked, "I thought it was something like the Mad-Eye guy who hid his wand in his crutch or something you learned from Durmstrong, I saw them perform at the Goblet of Fire..."

"Maybe you've heard of an ancient wizard named Demon Duncan, who invented a spell called Demon Duncan's Dissolution that I set in this staff. Alan knowingly asked Sirius about a spell he wouldn't know, and then explained the effect somewhat smugly, "As long as I make this wand with more spellcasting power than the mysterious man made this abutment, I can break the spell he laid with this contact alone." ”

"What if the Mystic Man is better than you were when you made your staff?"

"Then I'll cast the spell myself and try again. ”

Sirius glanced uncertainly at Allen, who began to fill his own kettle with the remaining venom with a shell, the white-haired wizard's strength now was much stronger than the black-haired wizard's original impression of the other party's last year during the Ministry of Magic war, so he unconsciously compared him with the mysterious man, Dumbledore's impression of strength, and after a few seconds, Sirius, who realized that he could no longer judge with his own vision, shook his head and gave up this plan: "Is it a counterspell that is more powerful than all spells?" You've got this kind of magic in that so-called Ravenclaw temple too?"

Pouring the last bit of poison into the kettle, Alan and Hermione, who knew the inside story, looked at each other and said, "The knowledge behind this spell is very advanced, if you have enough knowledge and talent for you to learn it, you can learn it in the Temple of Ravenclaw." "—If you don't read the Nether scrolls, you won't have enough knowledge to understand and cast this spell.

At this moment, the violent agitation of the lake water ended their conversation in time, and they looked towards the lake, only to see Bai Sensen's head and hands everywhere, and large swaths of dead bodies emerging from the black water. The sunken eyes of the yin corpse floating on the water have no pupils, and the expression is eerie and terrifying.

Uncontrollably swimming aimlessly in the lake, the Yin Corpses were attracted by the aura of several living and death knights, and began to move closer to the rocks in the water, and their dry and white fingers climbed up the rocks. The sound of paddling the lake, the screeching of fingers scratching at the rocks covered in rotten skin, the sound of shuffling footsteps...... Louder and louder noises rang out in the cave, and soon resounded throughout the cave.

The Yin corpses opened their hollow and misty eyes, their water-soaked rags dragged behind them, their sunken faces expressionless, they were unconscious, and they pressed towards the wizards step by step, stretching out a pair of dry hands, relying on the instinct of hatred of living creatures left in the mortal shell, intending to devour these living people with those high-level undead.

Looking at these group of Yin corpses surrounding his group for a moment, although he couldn't see his face clearly, just looking at their figures, he knew that there were men, women, and children, and the only remaining remnants of clothing on his body that had not been finished should be almost all Muggles.