"I just want to get out of here in peace now. Fan Lin said helplessly, and in the end, several people decided to open the coffin.

In fact, this is really the first time that this kind of thing has happened to Van Lin, which can be regarded as disturbing the purity of the master's house?

"And you're going to open the coffin?" asked Rutherford, puzzled.

"Always know what we're looking for. Fan Lin said helplessly.

In fact, the unknown, Van Lin really didn't want to try at all, and it took a lot of risk, especially in this glacier in the heart of the old world.

Who would build the mausoleum here like they had a problem with their head?

And this is a coffin made of obsidian, and after all, there is no one same theory about the efficacy of obsidian.

But there is one thing that can be confirmed.

Obsidian, also known as Dragon Crystal, is indeed a material that can be used in alchemy.

Originally, obsidian was used to craft weapons, and it had a restraining effect on Yin corpse-type creatures.

Obviously, this thing is not suitable for coffins, in a sense, it is disrespectful to the deceased.

It's hard to say, what is in this coffin in front of you, which is big enough to hold Hagrid, the Yin corpse?

"Really...... Open ......" Hermione asked hesitantly, she tugging at Van Lin's hand and taking two steps back.

The mausoleum is really not a good thing for girls, even if they have already experienced the tide of corpses left by Voldemort in the cave by the sea, but in fact, it is still a little difficult for Hermione to accept.

Even though they were all wizards, but with Dumbledore at the time, it was certain that Dumbledore was absolutely capable of protecting them.

But at the same time, the very existence of wizards is completely unimaginable for a girl born into a Muggle family, although Hogwarts itself has many ghosts, but daily communication is no different from facing normal people.

And now, after opening the coffin, you may face a decomposing corpse, or rather, something even more weird.

Both humans and wizards are always afraid of the unknown.

So many brave and fearless people?

The probability of missing an eye is not small.

"Rest assured," said Van Lin, "it's nothing, and perhaps a Sir Nicholas will come out as soon as it is opened." ”

Van Lin patted Hermione's hand, in fact, Van Lin was also very worried in his heart, but if both of them were afraid, it was obvious that it would get worse.

"You two, are you ready?" Rutherford asked, he was no stranger to this kind of thing, although he usually lived in the castle like a nobleman, but according to tradition, Rutherford's blood descendants would prepare a decent coffin for Rutherford anyway.

How long has it been since you last slumbered?

Thirty years, fifty years, or 100 years?

At the end of the day, it's a really reassuring environment, if you're able to fall asleep, of course.

After a long time, perhaps you will have a wonderful connection with the coffin?

Merge with?

It's a strange fetish, but it's destined to be a feeling that only a master can experience.

At last...... Performance art?

"I'll do it. Van Lin looked at Rutherford, who was about to push the lid of the coffin, obviously, without the aid of magic, this kind of large obsidian slate was something that only the Hogwarts hunting ground guard, Mr. Hagrid, the professor of the Magical Beasts Protection Class, could do.

I don't know what happened to him and Madame Maxim......

Belch......

Van Lin drew his wand, and the tip of the wand lit up with a glowing blue light at the urging of the Philosopher's Stone.

Hermione tightened her palms nervously.

It can be seen that Van Lin is a little struggling, perhaps because the magic here is really thin, and when Nicolame lit all the inscriptions engraved on Van Lin's wand, the coffin lid still did not have the slightest intention of moving.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione, nervously, the girl worried about something unexpected.

"Obsidian ......," Van Linn said, paused, "it's dispelling my magic......"

Van Lin frowned, this in itself was a very strange thing.

In alchemy, obsidian itself is a substance that encompasses a high concentration of energy, and Van Lin's communication through magic was expected to be much easier than it is now.

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Nicolamay didn't open it at all. Hermione hesitated.

It's quite possible, as things stand, there's no way Dumbledore could have wasted his magic on a lot that was clearly not the main burial chamber, as for Nicolame......

Nicolamet's body couldn't even suppress the escape of magic, and in such a difficult situation, it was clear that Nicolame would not have tried anything.

And with the physical condition of Dumbledore and Nicolamay, to be reasonable, Van Lin doesn't think that two old men, one is even more than six hundred years old, and then waste time here doing this kind of hard work?

"Come and help me. "I'll keep pumping out the mana, and then you try to push it away." ”

"Okay. Rutherford nodded, then pressed his hand on the lid of the coffin.

When Van Lin felt that his wand was starting to heat up, finally, the coffin lid slowly moved under the push of the two of them.

Hermione was nervous, her eyes kept staring at the position of the coffin, and after a while, with the combined efforts of Van Lin and Rutherford, the lid of the coffin was moved away, and a dark blue halo was projected through the corner of the gap to the top of the stone chamber.

It was really a stone chamber completely made of dragon crystal, and the faint Fan Lin felt that something was wrong.

"Move away a little. Van Lin shook his teeth, which surprised him, the glowing coffin?

Maybe there's phosphorus fire or something in it, not necessarily.

"So?" Rutherford exerted, and Van Lin thought for a moment, controlling the magic to cover the interface with a thin layer of ice, which seemed much easier.

Rutherford pushed hard, and with the sound of the ice breaking, the lid of the coffin moved a large distance to the side.

"What's in there?" asked Hermione, cautiously, as if afraid of alarming the sleeping dead.

"I don't know......," said Rutherford, "come and see." ”

"What is this?" Fan Lin couldn't help but blurt out, the moment he opened the coffin, the faint blue halo illuminated the entire stone room, as if a huge light source body had been turned on.

Glitter?

A coffin?

It obviously didn't quite match, but it was the case, and the faces of the three people were so pale in the light.