Madison did not express much surprise at the sudden appearance of the person in the portrait. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, when she was about to blow it up with her wand, she didn't only really plan to blow it up, but also to see if anyone in the portrait survived.

Obviously, there are survivors in the portrait.

The portraits are interconnected, somewhat similar to the window in a room in which the person in the portrait is located.

And when he leans on one of the windows and looks out, it is equivalent to coming to this portrait.

At this time, it was not that he could not see the other windows, as long as he took a step back, he could still see the other windows.

But the things in front of the window are not so clear.

To be able to see something shaking outside the window, and to see more clearly, you need to actually come to the window.

It's in another portrait.

In other words, when Madison entered, even those who were far away could faintly see a new guest coming from outside the window.

But whether these portraits are willing to show up or not is not necessarily.

"You threaten me?"

In the end, the owner of the remaining portrait still appeared, but unfortunately the first thing he said when he met was a blunt threat.

Perhaps this meeting was not as happy as everyone imagined, when the survivors saw the survivors hugging their heads and crying.

In the face of the threat of the portrait of the old man, Madison still spoke lightly, and responded in that tasteless tone, as if she was not threatened, but an equally bland question for directions.

But if someone who is familiar with Yihuo and knows Madison here, they will find a striking similarity in both tone and the ups and downs of the paragraphs.

At that time, Yi Huan was also speaking such a bland word, and then directly killed the werewolf in King's Landing in the next moment.

Experience is always one of the noblest treasures of mankind.

The same applies to portraits.

The wizard old man obviously sensed the deadly murder hidden in Madison's faint words, as a portrait, he could not be the opponent of a group of wizards, so he quickly and decisively explained.

"No. Not a threat. ”

"I mean, really, when death comes, it's not just for you, it's for me as well."

"The one who destroyed everything here. Haven't left yet. ”

"It's still here!"

。。。

"What?!"

Imogen and Joanna were surprised at the same time, and the group of witches behind them were also rare to be smart, and they understood the meaning of the wizard's words almost instantly.

They screamed at the same time, with disbelief and a hint of fear.

"Shhh The old wizard in the portrait felt like a big duck had exploded in front of him, and then suddenly eight hundred ducklings burst out, so frightened that he repeatedly gestured silently, "Be quiet, be quiet, don't be heard by it." ”

This sentence had the best effect, and almost at the same moment, the witches closed their silence.

Then in the next moment, Madison frowned in unison with Imogen and the others.

In fact, before delving into the unknown Magical Congress complex, they had considered why the Magical Congress of the United States had been abandoned because of too much time, war, or something else.

And if it's really a monster that caused all this, then there are two possibilities, it's gone, or it's still here.

All of this was unknown, and before entering, they could only see it as a big gamble.

Now it seems that Lady Luck is not on their side.

"What should I do?"

Madison, Joanna, Imogen and the others looked at each other, and they all saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

The worst happened.

They have to make a decision as soon as possible.

Do you give up exploring this place and quit immediately, or...

"I don't advise you to leave now." As if he could see what Imogen and the others were thinking, the wizard old man in the portrait said first.

"That thing is lurking here, and if you go back, you might run into it before you get out of here, and no one is its match."

"You're no exception."

The wizard old man could see the depth of the group of wizards in front of him at a glance, except for Joanna and Madison, most of them were just ordinary wizards, not to mention elite, let alone Aurors, and many of them were not even at the ordinary level.

With these people, they didn't even want to resist that thing, and they couldn't even escape.

But in the face of the old man's statement, Imogen spread his hands.

"We've only been down for a short time." "We didn't even get out of the first spell that trapped us," she said. ”

Imogin, who has been through the business battlefield, will not be frightened by the casual words of an old man in the portrait, she immediately seized the loophole in the other party's words and found the most critical thing.

They had only just entered the Magical Congress, and they hadn't advanced much before they were trapped by the magic and began to spin around in place.

It's too late to go back, if you continue to go deeper. Maybe there's really no going back.

"Oh... Kid, I think I see what you mean. After all, the old wizard in the portrait is old and fine, and even if he becomes a portrait, the activity of his mind becomes very low, and after he was stunned, he quickly understood the hidden meaning of Imogin.

"But it's a pity." He continued, "There's no magic designed to trap you. ”

"It can't be."

"The Capitol is destroyed, everything inside is in ruins, and a lot of magic is in chaos." The old wizard said in a low tone, "For example, this road. . . ”

"Its original magic was meant to stretch the space, making the side hall bigger and accommodating more people, but now it's fused with the magic outside the nearby Third Council Hall."

"What the Chamber needs is secrecy, and its magic makes it impossible for the outside world to see the true route of the Chamber."

"So when all the magic in the building is in chaos..."

"We're actually going all the way down the side hall, but the presence of secret magic makes it look like we're always in the same direction, making us think we're spinning in place." Madison took over the conversation.

"Yes." The old wizard nodded, agreeing with her summary, "You've actually gone very deep, and this is not a trap to trap enemies at all. ”

The witches looked at each other.

The magic of the secret route isn't hard to understand, it's like a large virtual set that uses camouflaged spectacles to hide the real content.

Then guide the people in the set to move forward or turn according to the path that the set represents.

It's just that the set formed by magic is more realistic than the virtual set of technology, which can not only deceive the vision, but even create the feeling, temperature, and smell of the real thing.

In other words, they are actually moving forward all along, but because of this magic, they can't see anything else around them, and there are always continuous narrow corridors, like an infinite cycle of labyrinths.

In fact, because of the existence of this magic, even if there are other forks and exits around, they can't see it, and can only follow the guidance of the magic to keep moving forward.

But whether it's really moving forward or not, no one knows, and I'm afraid even the magic itself.

Because it was no longer the right course to go down the way it had been, as it had seen, the Congress had been abandoned for years, and a lot of magic was in chaos.

Secret magic wasn't here in the first place, so there's no correct route setting, I'm afraid magic is just instinctively connecting one entrance and exit after another, even if it ends up being a dead end, it's entirely possible.

Shaking his head, the old wizard on the portrait whispered, "It's just an unfortunate coincidence. ”

Madison frowned slightly, and Imojin and the others next to him also frowned, this situation was not expected by them, they did think it was a trap, or some protective spell, Madison even suspected that these portraits were deliberately avoiding them, watching them step by step into the trap, it was not impossible.

But I didn't expect that the Magic Congress was so completely abandoned, and all this was a not-so-wonderful coincidence.

But.. This is really bad news for them.

Madison thought of the scream that had come before.

Since they entered the corridor, they have not deliberately kept quiet, most of them are too depressed, and they are instinctively reluctant to speak.

But the scream before was definitely loud enough.

If, as the wizard old man had said, the thing was still here, and the sound could alarm it, then I am afraid it would have been alarmed by this time.

Turning around and going back without knowing how far you've gone is definitely not a wise choice.

So..

"Where is the right path?"

Madison raised his wand again and asked calmly.

"Relax little one." The old wizard in the portrait stroked his beard again, and said helplessly, "Are you afraid of a portrait?" ”

But even when he said that, Madison didn't really relax.

Don't trust the advice of something in the wizarding world where you can't see where its head is, in fact, it's not just for portraits, it's for wizards as well.

Madison is sometimes a bit stupid, but as the Supreme Witch who leads the entire witch assembly, if anyone really thinks of her as a fool, that person is probably the biggest fool.

"Okay, okay."

Seeing that Madison had no intention of relaxing, the wizard old man reluctantly smoothed his beard, "I am Philiath III, follow my portrait, and I will show you the right path." ”

As Madison had guessed, the portraits within the Parliament were the same as those at Hogwarts, and were all interconnected.

Friat III soon entered another blank portrait, and then beckoned to Madison and the others in the portrait, Madison clearly saw that the inscription written under this blank portrait was not Philiath's name, but Desiprou or something, the portrait was somewhat broken, and the inscription was also blurred and unclear.

But it's not the words Philia III anyway.

"Little ones, what are you waiting for?" The old man said.

Imogen looked at Madison questioningly, and Madison nodded after half a second.

Her wand was not lowered, and if the portrait took them to some dangerous place, the moment of danger was the same moment when Madison's wand unleashed deadly magic.

I believe that the old guy in the portrait has noticed this and will not joke with his last soul.

With a guide, the pace at which they are moving still hasn't changed much.

The old wizard man walked through the portraits, and the corridors were lined with blank portraits, and he could easily jump from one portrait to the other.

But not witches.

The secret magic hadn't disappeared, and the corridors around them were still so narrow and rugged, how much more could their speed increase as they crawled forward.

And.. Why keep moving forward.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Faced with this question, the wizard old man's answer was also very simple, "This is the last straight route, and I will take you to other forks in the road when you get out of this distance." ”

What else could the witches do, naturally they could only continue to follow the portrait.

Fortunately, the old wizard man doesn't look very reliable, like an old liar, but he does something more practical than his looks.

When the witches reached the side hall where they had been there countless times, the old wizard man finally stopped.

He jumped from the portrait on the left to the blank portrait on the right, then pointed to the empty dilapidated wall beneath the portrait, "Keep going further and farther, the first fork in the road is here." ”

This?

Imogen and the other witches looked at the wall, and the suspicion in their eyes had turned into substance.

"What are you guys wondering about?" Unexpectedly, the wizard old man seemed even stranger than the witches, "Don't tell me that you are all French girls from Beauxbatons, and you haven't been to the platform for nine and three-quarters?" ”

Hearing this explanation, it dawned on Imogin.

Obviously, she hadn't fully gotten used to the life of wizards, and had forgotten that there was such an important plot in the story.

Walking to the wall, Imogen touched the wall with his hand, although the wizard old man in the portrait said very clearly, this is a wall similar to the platform of nine and three-quarters, which can be passed through, but there is a solid and cold feeling from his hand, which still makes Imojin very hesitant, he will not slow down and crash over, will he hit his head and bleed.

Because the Capitol has been abandoned for so long, the devil knows if the magic is good or not.

Of course, there have been no accidents in the nine and three-quarters of the platform for decades, but there must be wizards who maintain it regularly, and the Ministry of Magic, although not very good, still manages things.

Almost instinctively, Imogen set his sights on Madison.

And didn't disappoint her, Madison really wasn't unresponsive, she stepped forward. Then he raised his wand again.

"Oh my God." Imogen rolled her eyes inwardly, could it be that she had no other way to deal with it than to blow up everything in her way.

This is simply a violent person who is countless times more reckless than Joanna.