Chapter 45: The King of the Wind
The wind began to pick up outside the window, and some cool cold wind blew Hermione's chestnut hair, and Charlotte nodded as she looked at Harry and Ron's expectant eyes.
"Great! I knew it! The savior excitedly high-fived his red-haired knight and celebrated with each other.
Charlotte and Hermione put away the books in their hands, and the four of them walked out of the library towards the staircase.
Before he reached the eleventh floor, on the wall next to the stairs, a ghost appeared, which was none other than Peeves. He was holding a bunch of dung bombs in his hand: "Ha! Three Gryffindors and one Ravenclaw! See ......"
Before he could finish speaking, Charlotte drew her wand, and a blue-blue light flashed, and a chain of wind instantly appeared, tying him up and planting him crookedly aside.
A few minutes later, they came to the eleventh floor in the restricted area corridor and pushed open the door panel of a cubicle.
On the ground was a three-meter-high mountain of meat, and the surrounding aura was a little stinky, and its two huge lizard-like heads fell to the ground, and its two pairs of eyes were closed tightly, without a sound.
"Dead! It's, it's really dead! Harry shuddered and touched the two-headed Komodomon,
"Yes, it's the Killing Curse!" Charlotte glanced at it and judged the result, "It is indeed the work of the Dark Lord." β
The Savior and Weasley looked at each other, both seeing a hint of fear in each other's eyes. Charlotte patted Hermione's hand and motioned for her not to be afraid. Ron swallowed his saliva and stepped forward, opening the trapdoor on the floor.
It was dark and flickering, bottomless, and the light in the room seemed to be completely absorbed when it arrived, and it was pitch black in the field of vision.
"Let's go." Charlotte tilted her head.
The savior and Ron jumped first, and it seemed that there was not much danger.
But
βNoοΌ What is it! β
"Help! Charlotte, help us! Ron shouted, "I'm going to be strangled by him!" β
At this moment, Charlotte put her arms around Hermione and floated down from the trapdoor.
Charlotte's body emitted a faint light, illuminating the entire space very brightly.
Harry and Ron were entangled in a large patch of plants, which were very strange, like the limbs of an octopus, and on top of them were huge suckers. Although the strength of the Savior and Weasley was good, the rattans were getting tighter and tighter, and their faces had turned purple.
"It's Anthony Octopus Vine!" Miss Xueba snuggled in Charlotte's arms and recognized this plant at a glance, "They are afraid of fire." β
"Full marks. It's a pity I can't give you extra points! Charlotte nodded approvingly.
"The flames are blazing!" Hermione gave Charlotte an angry look, he was actually gloating, and he didn't know how to save Harry and Ron.
A blazing flame erupted from Hermione's wand, and just now, it was like an invincible octopus-like vine, as if it had encountered a natural predator, and quickly retreated to the side, Harry and Ron struggled out of the dense Anthony octopus vine, and fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
"Ha~ha~huh~"
"Ahem, ahem, ahem, cough ~ Phew, Phew ~"
The Savior and Ron lay on the ground, gasping for air.
"Recover!" Charlotte reluctantly released a revival spell at the two, "Seriously, you really should listen carefully." β
Harry and Ron immediately returned to their original state, and the pain in their bodies disappeared instantly.
"You know, Charlotte." The Savior straightened his wizarding robes, "Professor Sprout's herb class is one of the classes I hate. β
"Okay, whatever you want." Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and looked to the side.
In front of it is a stone corridor, and the view is unknown except for the cold ground and the stone walls on both sides.
The long, winding stone corridor was silent and meandering, with the sound of droplets of water dripping down the walls in addition to the sound of their own footsteps. The four of them walked for a long time, and they didn't reach the end yet.
"Is this really the inside of Hogwarts? Why do I feel like I've walked at least two miles? Ron frowned and muttered.
"Space Folding Spell! The ultimate spell of the Infinite Extension Spell. The space can be folded to scale up or down, even if it's a square yard, to the size of the whole of London. The young lady on the side of the school bully explained his doubts.
"How long is that going to be?" Ron whispered, "Huh? Did you hear anything? β
Harry listened closely, and there seemed to be a whirring wind in front of him: "There seems to be a sound of wind!" We should get to the end. β
Sure enough, after walking for another two minutes, they came to the end of the stone gallery, in front of which was a brightly lit room with a high vault-shaped ceiling and a very heavy wooden door opposite.
It is surrounded by impenetrable stone walls, and it seems that only the wooden door in front of it is the only passage.
However, it is very difficult to get through this wooden door.
Because, the big room in front was full of wind.
Yes, it is the windβa small wind, a gale, an east wind, a west wind, a squall, a gale wind, a cold wind, a storm, a tornado...... These winds make up a field of wind.
The strong wind sets the small wind, the east wind is matched with the west wind, and the cold wind is accompanied by the storm...... Each wind has its own territory, but it complements each other. These winds seem to be uneventful, but if someone breaks into this wind realm, they will form countless storm blades, with a power comparable to a forbidden spell.
Even elite wizards who want to break through will be torn to shreds in an instant, and even ordinary great wizards have a headache in the face of this wind realm.
"It seems that this room must have been set up by Professor Flitwick." A smile appeared on the corner of Charlotte's mouth, and the other great wizards might only be able to brute-force this wind realm.
But who is he?
Prince of Ravenclaw, heir to the Secret of the Wind, and the new Great Wizard of the Wind.
This room was made for him.
Charlotte motioned for the three of them to wait where they were, and as soon as he lifted his footsteps, he appeared in the realm of the wind.
Countless winds felt someone break in, and they were just about to turn into infinite wind blades and tear the intruder to pieces, when an inexplicable fluctuation came from Charlotte's body.
His feet off the ground and he floated in mid-air, his arms outstretched, his whole body floating with blue-blue light. All the Wind Blades turned into docile puppies, prostrate at Charlotte's feet.
At the moment, he is like the King of the Winds.
With a slight clench of his hands, all the winds quickly converged towards Charlotte, and in just a few seconds, whether it was a strong wind or a cold storm wind, all gathered on the palm of his hand, condensing into a royal blue spar.
This spar is not a real thing, but a manifestation of the energy of the wind element, and Charlotte has not yet reached the realm of virtual and real transformation. Not to mention him, even legends like Dumbledore and Voldemort can't turn fiction into reality, and it is estimated that only the legendary Merlin can have that kind of power.
With a mouth, Charlotte ate the hedron in her hand.