"But if you break the bottle, the alcohol doesn't evaporate so quickly, right?" Caroline's eyebrows furrowed, and she asked puzzled, but then reacted: "It's the fire in the hallway! Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

After spreading his palms and saying, 'That's it,' Roger pulled a bottle of Coke out of his coin bag and chilled it with magic. After drinking like this, he suddenly realized that after alcohol did not work well for him, carbonated drinks seemed to be better in terms of taste.

"The ninth floor, the Department of Mysteries. The cold female voice fell silent, and the shaking of the elevator disappeared at the same time, and the gate of the fence opened with a clatter.

It was very different from the corridor above, the walls were empty, there were no doors, no windows, no bright torches, only a simple black door at the end of the hallway.

As soon as she saw this scene, Caroline immediately complained, "Damn! You've got the wrong floor!"

"No, I just said that running away doesn't mean retreating..."Roger walked out first, "This is where the Ministry of Magic is really valuable. ”

"This mystery?" Caroline followed out of the elevator, the hallway didn't need to be looked at too much, and it was clear at a glance.

"Yes, it's a storeroom and warehouse for the Ministry of Magic. Roger pointed to an inconspicuous opening on the left as he introduced, "And this is the staircase that leads to the tenth floor of the dungeon and the courtroom." ”

In the dim light, Caroline looked out into the black rumbling gap, and if Roger hadn't pointed it out, she probably wouldn't have noticed the inconspicuous passageway.

The corridor was very short, and after a few words, the two brothers and sisters walked to the pure black door, which automatically slid open to the side, revealing a large circular room inside.

They crossed the threshold, and everything in the circular room was dark, including the floor and ceiling. The surrounding black walls were inlaid with many black doors, all identical, unmarked and without handles. The walls are dotted with candles in the form of branches, the flames are blue, and the flickering cold light casts on the shiny marble floor, giving the impression that the water is dark beneath your feet.

The first thing he did when he entered the door was that Roger reached out to block the slowly closing entrance, and pulled out his knife and drew a large circle in the smooth door panel. But as soon as the marks passed, they quickly disappeared.

Roger turned the dagger up and down, and directly slammed the knife into the door, the blade of the knife was not entered, and directly poked the door through, and then he leaned out half of his body and reached out to bend the tip of the pierced knife, and stuck it directly on it, I didn't believe that this could still be recovered by this broken door.

This time, the door panel was indeed out of the way, revealing a knife handle standing on it.

"What are you doing?" asked Caroline, confused, for much of what Roger had done tonight that she couldn't read.

"Make a mark in case you get lost. The boy let go of his hand and let the black door close, and said succinctly.

Without the dim light of the hallway, the room became darker, and only the trembling blue flames on the walls could be seen, and the eerie shadows they should have on the ground.

At that moment, with a loud rumbling sound, the candle began to move to the side, and the circular wall spun. The walls spun at such a fast pace, blue flames blurred in a straight line around them, and then, as suddenly as they had begun, the rumbling stopped, and everything returned to calm.

The swirling flames dazzled Caroline's eyes like neon tubes, and she blinked vigorously and muttered, "I think there's something of value hidden here... Otherwise, whoever has nothing to do will get some organs in the office area. ”

"Valuable doesn't mean valuable..."Roger, who didn't move, reached out and pushed open the sleek new door in front of him, which was a new room, not an exit.

The boy grinned silently, and he knew that the rotation of the wall was not simply to move the position of the door, but also to the room behind the door, otherwise the twelve identical doors would be of no use if they remembered the angle at which they entered and exited.

The room was much brighter than what they were in now, and the light came in to catch Caroline's attention.

Anyway, he came to sabotage, and Roger didn't have a clear purpose, the room in advance was the same, and when he saw that the old lady was interested in this, he walked in.

The room was empty, and with the help of the lamp hanging from the ceiling with a gold chain, Roger could easily see the facilities in the room.

There were only a few tables, and in the middle there was a huge glass tank large enough for the two of them to swim in, and it was a dark green liquid, and many pearly white things hung with tentacles, floating lazily around in it.

Caroline also looked around for a week, finally focusing on the water tank in the center of the room: "Could it be... The jellyfish in there are more valuable?"

"That's the brain," Roger said, leaning his head over, and the thing shimmered with an eerie light, floating in the depths of the green liquid, flickering and flickering, looking like slimy cauliflower.

Caroline leaned over to take a second look, and wanted to reach out and knock on the glass like she would look at the fish in an aquarium.

The boy stretched out his hand to stop his sister's movements, and instructed in a very positive manner: "It's best not to move anything in this layer, anything that looks slightly strange may cause irreparable damage." ”

Seriously, if he hadn't known that these brains would play bundle play, he would probably have reached out and knocked on it twice...

After two turns, seeing that there was nothing else, Roger pulled out a small barrel of gasoline from his coin bag, which was not taken from the supermarket, but the spare fuel of the original owner of the box.

Unscrew the lid and take out two more packets of sugar and pour them in, and then tear one packet of the famous Durles into small pieces and throw them in and stir.

Caroline grinned speechlessly as she watched her brother play with the 'umbrella' and asked, "What are you concocting here?"

"Napalm," Roger said without raising his head, "It's a pity that I didn't take the packaging foam in the supermarket, and there is a lack of white phosphorus, the high temperature and durability must have decreased, and I also doubt that the gasoline can dissolve the ***** in a short time..."

Stirring rapidly, the original liquid gasoline became viscous, a bit like black-red honey.

Roger shook the keg: "This should be almost..."

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.