Without a lid, the bucket was placed on the edge of the glass tank, and the boy drew his wand and dragged the old lady back to the door, leaning against the door frame to prevent the door from closing automatically. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Caroline stood behind Roger, quietly waiting for the moment when the fireworks exploded.

"Don't stand so close," the boy poked his finger at the old lady's shoulder and pushed her back, "Don't think that a small jar has no power..."

Caroline gritted her teeth and took a few steps back.

"A little further back..."

Caroline moved again.

"Further on..."

Caroline stood against the wall.

"Further on..."

Caroline was not angry: "If you don't do it any longer, the old lady will go out!"

Roger nodded calmly: "Oh, then stand there." ”

The old lady was far enough away that the boy waved his wand and ignited the petrol bomb, and then a bubble head spell filled with air like soap bubbles applied a dozen layers to the barrel.

The tightness of this small broken iron bucket is too poor, and there is basically no difference in the power of whether the lid closes or not, but the bubble head spell with good sealing is different, and a few more layers are set to allow the improvised gasoline bomb to fully burn and increase the pressure, and when the bubble bursts, it is enough to produce a small explosion effect.

The concocted gasoline flame was scarlet, but the inner flame was glowing like lava, and billowing black smoke instantly filled the space inside the bubble head spell.

In the moment when the black smoke filled the air, Roger's eyes were quick, and a red light flashed at the tip of the staff...

"Boom!!"

The rudimentary iron bucket wrapped in the Bubble Head Charm exploded like a bomb with a fuse lit, and the impact of the flames spread out in a circular shape throughout the room, igniting everything in flames.

Roger, who blocked the door, was far away but not completely spared, and his clothes were sizzled by the heat, exuding a pungent smell of burning.

But the first thing to suffer was the clinging water tank, the glass shattered, and the dark green liquid splattered in all directions. The flame of a petrol bomb cannot be extinguished with some water, let alone a simple version with added ingredients.

The brain contained inside did not move in free fall as the container shattered, but rather suspended in the air in defiance of Newton's laws of gravity.

But as everyone knows, the highest temperature of the flame is precisely the outer flame, and these brains are simply live squid on the barbecue stand, silently twisted because of the high temperature, spitting out brains and ribbon-like things composed of moving images in a panic.

But these brains seem to know that the boy who is blocking the door is the culprit...... Of course, it is not excluded that it is an instinctive desire to attack living creatures...... Circling and twisting flew towards Roger.

Roger snorted, ducked out and closed the door with his hand, his brain hitting the door with a 'chirp, chirp'.

"How's that?" the boy asked triumphantly, raising an eyebrow that had been burned out and regrown.

"It's a little disgusting..."Caroline covered her nose and smacked her lips uncomfortably, "That thing was so fragrant when it was roasted by the fire, I feel a little hungry..."

Roger asked puzzled, "What is it that you have an appetite or are you disgusting?"

"It's even more disgusting to have an appetite for a bunch of brains spitting out their brains......" Caroline waved her hand wildly, indicating that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Roger didn't say much more, turned his head to determine the distance between the exit and the brain chamber, and walked directly to the other door opposite.

The reason why it is not marked is that the red light is too obvious, which reminds me and the enemy at the same time.

The explosion of the improvised gasoline bomb is not small, even if there is a fire on the fourth floor that can involve and distract the energy of the wizards left behind, but the movement on the ninth underground floor will appear again, unless the wizards of the Ministry of Magic are all dead, they will definitely come down to investigate.

Maybe some smart people have sensed that something is wrong and started to apply for the recall of wizards on field missions.

So the action should be fast~

The second room that Roger and Caroline entered was even larger than the previous one, dimly lit, rectangular and recessed in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep.

The room was surrounded by tiered stone benches, and the siblings were standing on the top row. The stone benches go down at a steep angle, like one kind of circular opera house. In the center of the stone pit there is a high stone platform with a stone arch erected on it, which looks very old and dilapidated.

There was no wall around the arch, only a frame, on which hung a tattered black curtain or drapery, which, though there was not a breeze in the cold air of the room, fluttered softly, as if it had been touched.

"Who!?" said Caroline, wary, and jumped down the stairs.

"Don't move! that curtain can't be touched!" Roger immediately jumped down and grabbed his sister's arm to prevent her from rushing down impulsively: "This is the death chamber of the Ministry of Magic"

Caroline herself didn't want to go down directly, and immediately paused when she heard this: "Didn't England abolish the death penalty in 1970?"

"The Ministry of Magic has abolished the death penalty a long time ago," Roger jumped out of the stone benches in rows to the bottom of the stone in the pit, "and this is an abandoned place now." ”

There was silence all around, except for the boy's words echoing in the large, funnel-like room.

The two of them walked towards the high platform, and from here they looked at the pointed arch, which was much taller than it had been when viewed from above. The curtains swayed gently, still as if someone had just passed through them.

Caroline walked sideways around the stone platform to the back of the arch, and although it was still on the other side of the tattered black draperies, she always felt that someone was standing behind the curtains on the other side of the archway.

Roger climbed up the stone platform with the wand he had touched the corpse and shook twice at the arch, trying to see if he could take the weapon with him.

But the drapery didn't react. Roger wasn't too surprised, if something so powerful could be brought down by one or two levitation charms, it would be unexpected. 、

The boy tilted his head as best he could, looking at the connection between the curtain and the arch.

Caroline climbed the stone platform from the other side of the archway, and suddenly she felt a faint murmur coming from the other side of the curtain.

"What are you talking about, I didn't hear clearly?" she asked, her words echoing through the stone bench.

"Huh?" Roger tilted his head from behind the arch to look at his sister, only to find Caroline's eyes obsessively staring at the fluttering curtains, and at the same time her feet were moving forward step by step.

The boy's eyes widened, and he hurriedly ran around the arch towards Caroline: "Stop!MD, forget what I told you!?This is the death chamber!!"