"Wandering around with a bloody head—"

Ron grunted and swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with difficulty,

"It's an honor? Merlin's beard, what's wrong with you? ”

Ron complained about Harry and Hermione, especially Hermione, and what was going to happen made Hermione realize that even though she had tried hard to understand the house-elves, she still didn't seem to know anything about them, and she still ignored the difficulty of changing them.

"I'd like to see—"

Harry's eyebrows were still raised, his voice glowing with anger, and he clenched his wand and walked up first.

Under the watchful eye of many house-elves, Ryan took Dom to a remote corner of the kitchen, where there was a stove that had not been used for a long time, the stove was pitch black, there was not a single spark, and even the outer mouth was covered with cobwebs.

For the house-elves, the size and position of the stove was just right, and Riga stepped in without bending down as soon as he raised his legs, and Dongmu didn't hesitate either, carefully holding his head and following in.

"What does that mean?"

There was so much confusion that these elves had caused them tonight, and Ron looked at Hermione in a daze,

"They cut off the heads of their dead kind, just to burn them separately?"

"You are mistaken, sir, its head will not be burned, but will be preserved forever-"

Dobby said to Ron, the longing in his soul that made his voice shrill with excitement.

"Forever?"

Harry repeated, then looked at Hermione, meaning for sure.

"I'm going to go in and have a look!"

Hermione was adamant that the answer she gave did not exceed Ron and Harry's expectations.

"I knew--"

Ron muttered quietly, he was looking at the stove, which was not much bigger than a dog's hole, and Hermione had already made a move, she took off her wizarding robes, rolled up her sleeves and followed Tim inside. Harry didn't hesitate to let his wand glow, then took it in his mouth and climbed into the stove.

"There's no danger inside, right?"

Ron looked at Dobby hesitantly, but before Dobby could reply, he whispered 'Forget it' and followed Harry.

With the exception of Dobby, the other pokemon didn't keep up. They stood at the entrance of the cave for a moment, and then, gradually dispersed to go about their own business, for them, the death of a fellow was over, and more importantly, in the service of the wizards in the castle.

Bang!

The kitchen is just as busy as it is during the day, if not more so. House-elves also need to rest, but in order to support the wizards in the castle, they can't go to bed collectively at a certain point, so the change of shifts naturally brews.

About half of the elves sleep between twelve and half past two in the morning, and the other half rest between two and half past five in the morning.

The fire in the kitchen never stopped, because there were half the staff, and each elf had to take care of at least two or more stoves to ensure that the next morning, the little wizard and the staff of the castle had a choice for breakfast.

When a panicked Rriga appeared in the kitchen with Amosta Blaine, the well-organized and busy elves immediately fell into chaos, and they panicked and woke up their companions sleeping on the four long tables, and then rushed to Amosta.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Professor Blaine!"

Many of the elves were saying this, and Amosta, with a grim face, waved his hand and motioned for the elves to get out of the way.

"Mr. Bryan, over here—"

Rriga sped across the four long tables as Amosta strode after him, and soon he was at the stove where Harry, Ron, and Hermione had climbed in.

"Tell me what happened in as simple and clear language as possible, Ruijia--"

Amosta said in a deep voice.

As soon as he heard that the three little ones were in danger in the office, Amosta immediately ordered Regga to take him to the place where the accident had happened, and he didn't have time to ask what was going on.

While listening to Regga's panicked narration, Amosta crouched down and squinted at the stove.

Obviously, this stove is not so simple, the deep stove is far deeper than the normal stove, and the stove itself is connected to a space that has been expanded many times by magic.

Regga's narration was not over, and Amosta, who had studied it for a while, stood up and shook out his wand.

With the complex and swift spell casting action, the space encompassed by the swarthy stove fell into distortion, as if there was an invisible hand stirring the calm water, and with the intensification of the distortion, the stove was quickly blown up like a balloon into a space that adults could pass normally.

"Say as you go--" Amosta dropped the sentence and stepped into the black hole first.

Amosta walked quickly, but his body moved much faster than his steps, and the extremely compressed space made Amosta seem to be experiencing shrinkage, and with each step, the space whistled in his ears.

This is a dark corridor with no end in sight, and the space that carries the corridor is obviously untouched, otherwise it would not be possible to find such a long corridor even if you cross Hogwarts.

As soon as he stepped into here, the cold air squeezing around him made the powerful Amosta shiver unconsciously, feeling as if he had walked into a cold storage, and as his gaze swept around, he also understood why Ruijia didn't directly lead him into the phantasmagion here.

There is a powerful rejection magic in the area of the Hogwarts campus, and the apparition will not work at all, and the corridor in front of him has done this more thoroughly, hidden in the void, but the powerful and ancient magic connected to the environment not only prohibits the wizard's apparition, but even the means of teleportation of the house-elves are also prohibited, and Amosta even suspects that Fawkes's ability will not take effect here.

"Let's go--"

Amosta threw a fluorescent ball into the air, and after glancing at the following Riga, he took the lead in his steps.

Truth be told, Amosta had never seen such a horrible place at Hogwarts.

The stone walls of the spacious corridor are dark on all sides, and on the hard stone walls on both sides, wooden frames are nailed at intervals, and on each wooden frame, the head of a house-elf is held. Some of these elf heads have been here for hundreds of thousands of years, and even though the low temperature here is conducive to preservation, these heads have shriveled and almost dried up!

The stone walls beneath each wooden frame spread to the ground with dark brown marks, traces of the blood that had not dried up when the skull had been placed here. The rancid smell that permeated the air reminded Amosta of the underworld of Tumbledown Alley.

At a glance, there was no end in sight, and with a humble smile on his face, Amosta looked at it for a while, looked away and sighed slightly.

Both for these pathetic house-elves, and for the three of Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

It is conceivable that the three of them should be frightened enough after seeing these scenes in front of them, and as little wizards, the most rational thing to do at this time is to quickly stay away, and these three little guys with iron heads have to find out.

Amosta has run through many ruins in the years since graduation, including cruel corpse pits and sea of blood, and the scene in front of him brings him the feeling that it is not as good as the road he saw under Azkaban with elf palms as stairs and skulls as handrails, nor as good as the yin corpse lake that Voldemort made in the hidden cave by the sea, and soon, he left these heads behind and strode away.

Tick tock

Twenty minutes later, Amosta was in the depths of the corridor, the head of the elf on the stone wall on his right hand was still dripping blood from the ground, and there was no head on the wooden frame further along.

"Just ahead, Mr. Blaine--"

Ruijia whispered, holding back the eagerness in her heart.

Another ten minutes or so of a rapid journey, a long corridor filled with coldness, and gradually began to ripple in the dead air, and a cold wind blew from ahead, and, as far as it went, the cold wind became stronger and stronger, until Amosta's gray hair fluttered overhead.

Finally, half an hour after entering the corridor, a stone wall that glowed blue and looked like ice blocked Amosta's path.

(End of chapter)