Many stone pillars carved with coiled snakes towered to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting long, eerie black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mystery.

Kassandra Wore stood in the center of the Slytherin chamber, her wand tapping on a small altarpiece-like table, a satin-like green ribbon dancing to the altar with an inexplicable rhythm.

Countless symbols loom in these "streams", dense or sparse, but from a top-down perspective, they constitute a mysterious rune.

If Nicol Lemay had found it here, this rune was exactly the same as what he had drawn on the white paper he had burned.

This seems to be just an ordinary alchemy experiment - alchemists like to refine almost perfect alchemy utensils in this solemn atmosphere, but if you look closely, you will find that everything is absolutely still within the range of the green ribbon dancing!

In that confinement of the "altar", time seemed to freeze, the air was more solemn, all existence was isolated, all laws seemed to be invisible in it, not even the magic of the tip of Kassandra's staff.

"Still doesn't work?" Kassandra whispered in disappointment, "The wand can only cast its magic outside of this [realm], to really reach the core, to pull him out from the point of the long river of time, as if ...... There's still something missing. ”

She suddenly raised her wand, and the blue spell popped out, flying high, followed by a dazzling brilliance, the spell exploded at the height, and it splashed into a room of light, if a grand fireworks dinner!

"In my name as the holder of the holy weapon, please open the river!"

The dancing ribbon stopped, and the eyes in the center of the altar suddenly lit up, like the red sun rising in the fireworks in the sky, suppressing all the holy rays!

"Time and space reappear...... No! ”

Everything disappeared suddenly, the ribbons danced again, the eyes dimmed again, and even the dazzling magical fireworks disappeared in an instant.

"Really...... No, you can't. ”

"I have to say you're a genius, Kassandra," Babling's voice rang out here, "using the magic pattern as a guide, and the temporal and spatial artifacts as the cornerstones, to create this [realm] that crushes the time-turner. ”

"How did you get in?" Kassandra looked at the woman in front of her who had come out of the darkness with coldness in her eyes.

"Take the stairs—no, I followed you." Barburing replied, moving closer and closer, not stopping until Kassandra raised her hand to her heart.

"That's right," Kassandra put down her wand and sneered, "since the first Cain, you fowls like to sneak and use magic to guide other people's thoughts. ”

"By the way, you've built a magic pattern successfully?" Ignoring Kassandra's taunts, Barburing stood on tiptoe and looked at the altar, "Merlin's beard, big [field] in small [field], your skill is really strong." ”

- Where the "current" is entangled, the "altar" will produce a small bulge, and the magic pattern surrounds these bulges. These patterns with mystical powers are combined into different elements to form small realms, which in some cultures are called "seals" or "enchantments", whatever they are called, they are a small collection of magical powers, and everything in them cannot be underestimated.

But......

"You can actually use the magic array here," Barblin said, "[Domain] is indeed stronger than the magic array, but the stability is much worse than it. ”

"What I need is [the realm], the kind of power that suppresses everything." Kassandra replied.

"Suppress everything?" Barburing almost laughed out loud, "Ambitious girl, are you ready to become the king of the world?" There's no sword in the stone here, and it didn't start at Hogwarts to become a king. ”

"I have no intention of becoming king," Kassandra said, "but in order to get more, I need a little power, a little power that can turn the world upside down." ”

"Well, I don't think the Worré family, who conquered almost all of South America during the summer holidays and Christmas, is not qualified to say such words." Barburing retorted, shaking her head as if admiring and sighing.

"I do have my ambitions," Kassandra said, "but the king of the world...... I don't want to do this kind of tiring work. ”

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"Why are you ......?"

"The claustrophobic space allows me to think about that afternoon all the time," Kassandra said in an unusually calm, but reluctant tone, "to remember the brother who did everything he could to save me, to strengthen the faith I have always had." ”

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"I really don't understand your family, I'm always very obsessed with something, especially research, that degree of persistence, ha, it's like something is chasing you, look at your brother, did he lose his life because of this?"

"It's the habit of our family," Kassandra's voice softened suddenly, but with an unmistakable firmness, "it's the tree's desire to touch the stars with its branches. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, because the earth will. Because I'll understand. ”

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He also stood on the side of a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars carved with coiled snakes towered to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting long, eerie black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mystery.

Harry's heart pounded as he stood there, listening to the chilling silence. Is the basilisk lurking in a dark corner behind some stone pillar? Where is Ginny? He drew his wand and slowly made his way through the stone pillars coiled around the serpent. Every careful step he took created a hollow, loud echo between the four walls of the ghostly buildings. He kept squinting, ready to close his eyes tightly at the slightest hint of wind. He always felt that the empty eye sockets of the two stone snakes were always following him. More than once, he seemed to see some movement, and his stomach was so nervous that his stomach spasmed. When he walked parallel to the last pair of stone columns, a statue as tall as the room itself appeared, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

Harry had to crane his neck high to see the huge face on it—an old, monkey-like face, a long, sparse beard that dragged almost all the way to the hem of a stone-carved wizard's robe, and two large gray feet standing on the smooth floor of the room. Between those two feet, face down, lay a small figure in a black robe, with hair as red as flames.

"Ginny!" Harry called out in a low voice, hurried to her side, and knelt down. "Ginny! You don't want to die! Please, don't die! ”