It smells bad, it smells bad, like fermented swill, with a hint of spiciness.

But the smell made the groggy head gradually sober up.

Neville's nose twitched twice, and instead of opening his eyes immediately or getting up, he struggled to maintain his previous form.

Silently feeling the surroundings, the memory is still stuck in the circus and waiting for the opening moment with his partner, but it is obvious that something has gone wrong.

The ground is uneven, and his back hurts, but what is more uncomfortable than the ground is the environment here, cold and damp, and the cold air seems to soak into people's bones.

This should be at the water's edge? Or is it in a cave?

Feeling the slightly murky air and musty smell, Neville's heart jumped with one word - underground!

Most likely, it should be under the ground, which has been sealed for a long time.

What about the others?

Neville suddenly remembered Zhang again, if Zhang was here, he should have woken up earlier than himself, right?

After all, in the past few months in Wudang, he also has a certain degree of understanding of China's Daomen, and he is also a Taoist orthodox who cultivates both life, although his master Zhou Zhangmen sneered at the Heavenly Master between his words.

He even called it an old donkey, which means that he is like an old donkey, tirelessly dragging the door forward.

But there were also a few occasions when he expressed admiration for the Golden Light Spell of the Celestial Master's Mansion, and besides, the wizard was without his wand—thinking of this, Neville hurriedly and carefully reached out to the position he was most familiar with.

Sure enough, the wand was gone.

This is also what I am worried about, a wizard without a wand is like a lion without a claw, but the Daomen is different, their most powerful weapon is themselves.

The foul smell between the mouth and nose became more and more intense, and at this moment, there was a sudden disordered breathing around him, followed by a chaotic cry and moaning:

"My head hurts—"

"Where is this?"

"The circus is over?"

"This is the new show? Similar to the Slytherin escape room? ”

"Please, use your brains, we've obviously been kidnapped!"

The last word with a hint of helplessness seemed to come from his side, and Neville immediately heard it, it was Malfoy's voice.

Malfoy too? Is that one too?

Neville opened his eyes and sat up with his hands on the damp ground.

It's like a prison cell, no, it's a circle of cells.

These cells are arranged in a semicircle, and when you count them roughly, there are actually hundreds of them.

The young wizards who had just woken up held onto the iron bars of their cells, pressed their heads against them, and stared out to figure out what was going on.

The cell he was in was not very large, and at most he could only fit a few people.

In fact, it was precisely in this way that Neville saw Hermione, who was rubbing her head with a painful expression, her eyebrows furrowed together, as if she was thinking, and Ron with a dazed face.

Malfoy, Hermione, Ron.

"It seems that the cells are divided according to distance?"

Malfoy whispered suddenly.

Ron stared at him, as if trying to figure out what Malfoy meant, but Neville just listened silently, and he suddenly felt as if Malfoy knew a little better.

"Chang and Harry aren't here—" Hermione lowered her hand and shook her head vigorously, her tone tinged with gratification, "Zhang should have dodged." ”

"Wait, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand? Ron finally couldn't help it, he leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

Neville remained silent, he was the kind of reticent person he was, and even though the door unshackled him, Neville still preferred to be a listener rather than a confidant.

"Zhang came to us and said there was something wrong with the circus and Harry was gone, but before we could say anything more, we fainted inexplicably-"

Malfoy said as he fumbled around himself, his little satchel still there, with an anti-theft charm on it, and it was not easy to take it down easily, but the wand was missing.

Hermione recalled it carefully, and said with some uncertainty:

"Life and death water? But it's not right."

The little witch seemed to have encountered some problem, and couldn't help but stand up, pinching her chin, and thinking desperately:

"The smell used to be very similar to life and death water, but life and death water can only have an effect if you drink it, and its smell must be very close to have a sleeping effect, but it only stimulates sleepiness, and it can't make everyone unconscious.

So why-"

"Hermione, now is not the time to think about this." Neville finally spoke, his voice low and slow, as if he was thinking as he spoke, "Should we figure out where we are first, wait for help or find a way to escape?" ”

The three young wizards turned their heads to look at Neville together, and the look made him a little embarrassed.

Hermione nodded heavily:

"You're right, no matter what choice you make, it's definitely important to understand your situation first."

She simply got up and circled around the small cell, and Malfoy and Ron followed her around the cell, looking for any useful clues.

More than 300 little wizards were scattered in dozens of cells, making the entire dungeon noisy as if they were in a cafeteria.

Crying, screaming, and even chatting were disturbing, and there were very few cells like theirs, which had cleared their minds with great speed and were quickly ready to save themselves.

I can't say no, because in the other cell, Cedric is also trying to calm the emotions of his 'cellmate', and Qiu Zhang is doing the same thing.

These are what Zhang Xiao has been doing, cultivating the ability of young wizards to face unexpected situations, and now it seems that whether it is Harry or others, they are still using it after all.

In the dimly lit cell, only the torches burning outside provided a pitiful light, and the room was dark, except for the thick earth and moss, and only the small puddles in the corners reflected the fire.

Hermione wandered around, only to reach the brightest cell door, hoping for something useful, and in fact, she found it here as well.

"Here!"

The little witch's eyes widened, and she whispered to a few people.

"Look - the pattern here, and the text on it."

Malfoy squinted at the firelight for a moment, and sure enough, he noticed that the lock had a delicate and intricate pattern, which was rare, because the cell was full of moss and dust, but the lock was as clean as new, even as if someone had wiped it every day.

And this pattern always feels a little familiar.

"What does this mean? What is written? The questioner's role always seemed to be played by Ron, but he didn't feel anything, because with Hermione around, few people would use their brains.

If the problem is raised directly, someone will solve it, then most people will choose to throw the problem out.

Malfoy looked at it carefully for a moment, then said uncertainly.

"Fairy pattern?"

Hermione nodded affirmatively: "That's right, it's the fairy pattern, this lock is made by the goblins!"

I've seen in books that goblins inscribe elaborate patterns on things they create to represent ownership, and this line of text, but I don't know goblin words.

But everything made by the goblins has a very special feature, that is, it will not be contaminated with dust. ”

Ron scratched his head, "What's the use of knowing about this?" ”

"Useful—" Neville said suddenly, gesturing to the burning cauldron that was erecting on fire not far away, suspecting that the foul smell that emanated from it was coming from it.

Neville pointed to the passage of the cauldron, where there was a large door, looking as clean as new, with the same pattern on it.

"I think this place was built by goblins, and they love to stay underground."

"All right - dungeon! Anything else? Ron muttered.

The cell fell silent again, and at this moment, the door made by the goblins in the passage suddenly opened, and the group walked out of the door with gloomy faces.

When the face of the first person was exposed to the firelight, Neville's body suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

He will never forget that face.

It was Rodolphus Lestrange, one of the masterminds of the Longbottom massacre.

Hogwarts

The castle, which had been a little empty because the seniors had gone to Hogsmeade, suddenly became nervous.

The four deans looked for a lonely little wizard in every corner of the academy with solemn faces.

When the last playful little wizard was found in the Hall of Honor and taken to the Great Hall.

McGonagall put the last tick on the parchment's name.

"Pomona, the school will be handed over to you."

The chubby Hufflepuff dean nodded, glanced back at the little wizard in the auditorium who didn't know what was going on, and couldn't help but lower his voice:

"Is it really bad like this?"

McGonagall pursed her lips and didn't speak, but her pale blue eyes were filled with anxiety and anger that she couldn't hide:

"Yes, the mystery man broke the rules, this is Dumbledore's bottom line if he doesn't attack the little wizard, we must find the little wizard as soon as possible."

Professor Sprout snorted and shook his fist, "Minerva, find them and give them some awesome looks!" ”

Soon, inside the Gryffindor tower, Professor McGonagall took to the skies on a cool motorcycle.

Flitwick sat on the Xiangyun (children's version) given to him by Zhang Xiao, a powerful spell master who skillfully used his knowledge to break through the 1,5-meter elevation limit.

The theme mode was adjusted, and the remaining Ravenclaw wizards watched with their mouths open as their headmaster sat in a dark cloud of lightning and chased after Professor McGonagall's motorcycle.

Snape rode on an old house broomstick, his face stretched and gloomy, as if he might drip water at any moment.

He looked at McGonagall and Flitvier, and then at his broom, and his face became even more unsightly, and an idea even popped into his head.

Do you want to hint at that kid Zhang and ask him to send a little next Christmas. It is more in line with the status of the dean. Flying tools?

"Damn, you're wasting taxpayers' money! This is dereliction of duty! ”

Vernon roared in anger, shook his fists, and was forcibly thrown out.

The man in uniform looked at Vernon with an unkind expression and said coldly:

"Mr. Dursley, we have already investigated the scene, and there are no traces or clues of the kidnapping you mentioned.

We also filed and assigned personnel to conduct a search.

If you insist that we have been negligent, please contact a lawyer. ”

His eyes flashed with a dangerous look: "Mr. Dursley, don't mess around, unless you want to go in and squat for a few days!" ”

Vernon didn't dare to speak, because Penny still hadn't heard anything if she was caught.

He walked down the bustling streets of London in despair, casually found a staircase, and sat on the ground, not caring that he was wearing an expensive designer suit.

Vernon grabbed his hair, the anxiety and pain burning his heart like fire.

Penny, Dudley. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared blankly at the ground.

Who would kidnap Penny and Dudley?

Could it be that a competitor did it? I'm just a supervisor, and I haven't had any big orders lately, except for Mr. Black

Black?

Vernon's breathing seemed to stop for a moment, Blake?

Black!

Vernon's breathing grew rougher, and if there was any danger to his own home, it must have been the child of Penny's freak sister's family.

He still remembered that his wife seemed to have said that if he didn't adopt the child, there would be danger or something, involving a very perverted murderer.

Vernon vividly remembers being scared and advised Penny not to worry about anything that would harm her family.

But Penny insisted.

Then there is no way, who let himself agree when he proposed?

I don't know how, Vernon suddenly remembered that day.

It was a sunny afternoon, and she and Penny were at the fried food shop where she was buying fried sausages, when Penny suddenly mentioned her sister to herself, saying that she was a witch.

Oh my God, witches!

At the time, he was shocked, but looking at Penny's desperate and painful expression, Vernon felt his heart ache again.

Even if her sister is a witch, what does this have to do with the Penny she loves?

Vernon remembers every detail clearly, and he remembers solemnly telling Penny that he wouldn't blame her for having a freak sister.

The excitement and gratitude on Penny's face, and then she threw herself into her arms, causing him to drop the fried sausage in his hand on the floor.

Vernon suddenly laughed, with unprecedented tenderness on his face, and the passers-by looked at Vernon with messy hair like a madman who had failed in an investment, with pity.

But Vernon was so immersed in his own memories that he didn't pay the slightest attention to the eyes of others.

Soon, he pulled away from the sweet memories and faced the cold reality again.

For some reason, Vernon was convinced that Penny's disappearance must have something to do with the group of lunatics called wizards, and he had no proof, but Vernon felt that his dear Penny and Dudley were being tortured by wizards, and they cried out for him to save them.

"Damn it!"

Vernon mumbled and pulled out his phone, his eyes getting redder.

Trembling, he rummaged through a number that he hadn't been contacted for a long time:

"Hey, old man—I, I'm Vernon, yes, yes, it's presumptuous, but could you please do me a favor?

Listen to me, listen to me! ”

Vernon was silent for a moment, his eyes were filled with tears for some time, and he choked up:

"Penny and Dudley are gone, I need to save them, man, I need your help!"

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Well--it's basically all laid out, and the trio, Dumbledore and Voldemort, the church, and the dungeon are starting to wrap up in full swing.

The battlefield is ready, it's time for battle, battle!

(End of chapter)