By the time Van Lin returned to Hogwarts again, it was getting late, and the moon was just about to climb the tip of the castle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hands on the watch do not have the slightest hint of stopping.

It was already 10:12 p.m., and as Dumbledore had said, they had better get back to Hogwarts Castle at 12 minutes short.

It looked like there was still some time before Dumbledore left, and he asked him to delay it a little longer.

Van Lin lowered his head, and he suddenly felt a sense of unreality, as if what had just happened was a dream, what Edenne, what Void Creation, if it weren't for his wand had disappeared......

"Well......" muttered Van Lin, he had to go down there anyway, because the tracking mark on Peter's body came from under the mouth of the well, and if Van Lin left him alone, it was very likely that Peter would be trapped there forever, and eventually die due to the loss of bodily functions.

However, Van Lin didn't think it was a good fit for Peter, he should be in Azkaban, and the Dementors would treat him very kindly.

Van Lin sighed, he felt terrible, but he had to move forward, because the loss of his wand always made him feel very strange.

Walking briskly through the black dirt to the edge of the well, Van Lin looked down and could clearly see Peter curled up at the bottom of the well.

It seems that there is no danger at all except that Peter is lying there, at least for now.

Van Lin jumped from the mouth of the well, and he took on the form of Animagus, and the cat's body was obviously much more flexible than that of a ferret. Van Lin gently kicked the wall of the well a few times, and his body landed lightly on the clearing next to Peter.

Peter curled up, it looked like he couldn't figure it out here, and although Edenn told him that Peter wouldn't wake up for a while, Van Lin decided to take Peter with him to be on the safe side.

He pulled out a potion bottle from his pocket, the same bottle Dumbledore had given him for the potion that had come in handy.

"Reducio!"

Peter's body quickly shrank to the size of a beetle, and with a slight crushing of Van Lin, he threw Peter into the bottle, which looked like his leg had been broken, and in the bottle his leg was bent into a strange look.

Van Lin stuffed the bottle containing Peter into his pocket, and for a moment Peter would not die, and the air created by his magic was enough to hold him up in the bottle for hours.

Van Lin patted his pocket contentedly, Peter's successful capture made him feel good, and then what followed was what Edenn said was a part of the Void Creation.

But Van Lin searched for a long time at the bottom of the well, and he only found a small hole, God knows why Voldemort went in, turned into a snake and climbed into it?

Still, Van Lin was going to go in and have a look, at least his Animagus form would be able to pass just right.

Van Lin froze, and then he climbed into the hole at the bottom of the well, where he could only move forward.

It felt terrible, it wasn't a passage to walk on, maybe it was dug by some unknown beast in the Forbidden Forest, it was so crowded that even if Van Lin turned into a cat, he couldn't move forward very smoothly, he could feel the angular stone walls rubbing against his body.

Fan Lin wondered a few times if he had made a mistake or if there was something wrong with the way he opened it, but after holding on for a while, his vision suddenly widened.

Finally no longer suffering that kind of sin, Van Lin took two quick steps forward, and then the space around him suddenly became open, as if he had entered an underground cavern.

Contrary to imagination, the underground cavern that should have been dark was now emitting bursts of phosphorescence, and if you looked closely, it was a cluster of phosphate plants growing on the surrounding rock walls, and they emitted a misty yellow-green fluorescence in the darkness.

These herbs are very valuable, used to make a hallucinogenic potion, and are very helpful to the spirit, and if Professor Sputlaw is here, he will love this place very much.

The environment in which phosphoweed grows is too harsh, and he needs to be in a closed, damp cave to grow, and if the conditions allow, Van Lin doesn't mind picking some, but this is obviously not the time.

Fan Lin continued to walk deeper, and the faint fluorescence of the phosphorus grass illuminated the entire cavern, and the light was connected into a single piece, like a firefly on a summer night.

Fan Lin didn't go far, and soon he came to the end of the passage, where there was a stone door, as if it had closed something, and it was covered with dense runes.

This is not the seal that Edenon is talking about, Van Lin gently touched the rune on the door with his hand, this should be the entrance to the magical ruins, Voldemort once entered.

Thinking of this, Van Lin was more curious about what was inside, built such a stone gate, and looked at the serpentine carving next to it, it was not surprising that this was the masterpiece of the Slytherin family, after all, Hogwarts was originally the castle of the Slytherin family, and of course it was reasonable for the surrounding development.

"Well, who should have built this underground chamber?" Van Lin thought, "Maybe it's Salazar Slytherin......" In fact, Hogwarts only recorded where Salazar was in Slytherin's memory, and the previous memories should be found in the Slytherin family tree, but it seems that the last member of the Slytherin family is Voldemort, who is not even a direct line, and obviously Voldemort doesn't know much about the Slytherin family, after all, he grew up in a Muggle orphanage when he was a child.

Van Lin shook his head, banishing the strange thought from his mind.

He pushed the door hard, but it didn't open, and then he remembered the Slytherin tradition, the Parseltongue was a unique talent of their family, just like the special bloodline of other wizarding families, a talent of inheritance.

It's hard for Van Lin to imagine how the original Slytherin people fused their blood into the blood of the basilisk, but the only good thing was that they liked the way I used it to set up riddles to clear the level, like Salazar Slytherin.

But Van Lin doesn't have those weird parseltongues, even if Harry often talks in his sleep. But he also has some ways to do it.

Facts have proved that a demonic defense array cannot maintain its original efficiency in the long river of time, maybe hundreds of years or decades ago, this defense can still block Fan Lin, but now......

"Bombarda Maxima!"