The long spiral staircase, winding and twisting, Rove stepped on the stone steps, slowly descending, making a "click" sound with each step.

He stopped suddenly, and the girl behind him was caught off guard and hit his back, losing his balance in an instant, and staggering to the side without a guardrail.

Fortunately, Rove reached out in time to hug Karin's waist and pull her back, and the girl fell down on the stone steps with weak feet, gasping for breath a few times, and said in shock:

"Why did you stop all of a sudden?"

"There's movement." Rove whispered.

Karin calmed her rapid breathing and listened, and sure enough, she heard a slight "crunch" sound in the distance.

The girl held the lamp above her head, and the shimmering glow of fireflies illuminated the wider area, and she tried to look into the darkness, only to see a small manticore.

And then another!

Soon, a large group of small manticores with a dark green glimmer followed, densely covering the entire wall, and quickly crawled downward.

Karin watched the insects crawling, and she felt that there were thousands of insects crawling around her body, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

The manticores heard the exclamation and creaked along the stone wall towards Rove and Karin.

The girl ran away and found a place to hide, but Rove grabbed her arm and comforted her softly:

"Don't be afraid, take the firefly lamps in your hand, they won't attack you."

Karin obeyed the boy and stood there obediently, but still out of fear, she hugged the boy's elbow, as if that would give her some courage.

The group of little manticores really stopped half a meter away from the two of them, and after looking at them for a while, they continued to crawl down.

Karin breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and asked curiously:

"Where are they going to crawl?"

"There's a pit at the bottom of this prison, and there's a huge manticore, and these little manticores are its children."

Karin looked down, but it was dark below, and she didn't see the pit, let alone the manticore.

"How do you know?" The girl looked at Rove in amazement, he was an Englishman, and seemed to know all about this place, as if he had been here before.

"I listened to my grandfather." "My grandfather used to be in Oxstad prison, and my grandfather came here to rob him," Rove explained. ”

“……”

Karin muttered secretly, this family is an ancestral criminal, right?

"Alright, let's move on." Rove lifted his leg again and walked down.

They soon reached the lowest level of the prison and walked down a corridor surrounded by a large circular pit on one side and rows of small, damp, foul-smelling cells on the other.

The walkway was filled with the stench of rotting food, reptiles were everywhere, and Karin almost stepped on a mouse.

Seeing that someone had come down, many of the criminals stood up and tried to look out.

A prisoner spoke, telling Rove and Karin to come closer; Some prisoners are asking aloud what year it is; There were also prisoners who went crazy and hit the fence frantically, and the flesh and blood mold lake did not want to stop, and finally clung to the fence with both hands and scolded the German Ministry of Magic.

There are even sorcerers who swear that they are willing to make a vow to be slaved, just that they can save him.

Offy ignored him, his voice echoing softly in the darkness as he walked.

"Karin, don't go near them. As soon as the prisoners leave their cells, they are attacked by the manticores beneath the pits.

It's only safe with a firefly lamp, so they're tempted to take it from us. ”

Karin nodded thoughtfully.

Along the way, Rove finally came to a cell, and he looked through the iron fence to see a man curled up and lying down.

He noticed Rove and Karin, and still pretended not to know, but his wandering cold gaze quietly looked at them.

"You wait here for me, I'll be out in a moment." Rove said.

Karin looked at the constricted cell door and asked, "Do you have the key to your cell?" ”

"Nope." Rove shook his head and said, "I don't need that." ”

“……”

Rove handed Karin the firefly lamp, and his body shrank like a bird and snake as he slipped through the crack in the iron fence.

Karin watched in amazement.

When Rove walked into the cell, his figure changed back again, and he gently covered his nose.

It smelled as bad as the toilet, with long-standing straw rustling on it, a bucket of spilled feces at the foot of the wall on one side, and a wizard huddled in a ball on the other.

Rove walked towards the prisoner lying on the ground, and was about to check if he was alive, when the prisoner suddenly stood up and lunged at the young man.

Already sensing the danger, Rove turned sideways in advance, dodged the sinister pounce, and raised his foot and kicked at the prisoner.

The man fell to the ground and knocked over the bucket, scattering the dirty, foul-smelling brown mud and absorbing it from the straw.

Rove looked at the man, who must have been locked up for a long time, thin as a scarecrow, with a mouse-faced, covered with a shaggy beard, uncombed hair tangled and hanging down his shoulders, his coat tattered, and his face pale and withered.

The man staggered around, cursed loudly, and said with anger burning in his eyes: "Hand over the firefly lamp!" ”

Rove ignored him at all, just looked at the wall, looking for something, and when he saw the boy wandering, the man pounced again

Rove raised his arm, and the man was horrified to find that the chains that were holding his hands made a rattling sound, and then uncontrollably strangled towards his neck.

The chain wrapped around the man's throat and pulled back, and he fell to his knees, trying to get air in, only to cough up a frighteningly thin hiss.

The chain dragged the man and slammed it against the wall, blood gushing out of his head, and he passed out on the spot.

When Rove finally found what he was looking for, he went to the corner, leaned over to look at it, and saw the symbol of the Deathly Hallows carved on a pitch-black brick.

Rove whispered the incantation, and then made a cut in his finger, and blood flowed on the symbol, as if hot iron touched cold water, hissing.

The floor tiles began to move, and the whole thing was pushed aside, revealing a passage the size of a person, empty and pitch black, like a stone well in a bottomless abyss.

Rove jumped down, soon reaching a smaller room, where he stood in the darkness when he suddenly stood on top of his hair and felt something glaring at him.

He snapped his fingers, and a flame floated in front of him.

By the faint light of the fire, Rove peered straight into the deepest part of the room, frightened by the sight before him, taking a step back.

I saw a pale, ghostly face, staring at him with lifeless empty eye sockets.

That's a ...... Skulls.

……

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(Thanks to the two elders of "Earth, Fire, Wood and Gold" and "Two Fool Guys" for their tips)