northernbook Chapter 532 Lake
Chapter 532 Lake
Hermione's face turned ugly. The sudden thought in her mind made her tremble all over. "Take good care of your son. I'm going to go downstairs."
She left without any ceremony.
Dengdengdeng-
Lucius looked at Hermione's leaving back with a dark look in his eyes.
She hurried down the stairs and passed by Narcissa who was going upstairs. Hermione glanced at her but didn't bother to say hello. Instead, she went straight to the railing on the second floor and looked down at Harry among the crowd.
It’s really there.
This made her heart chilled, and the two of them looked at each other, without the warmth they had in the past. Hermione broke out in a cold sweat and turned around to leave, but she suppressed her fear and slowly came to the first floor and came to Harry's side.
The two of them left the hall with a tacit understanding and came to a secluded place in the corridor outside.
"You—" Hermione began, not being able to meet his eyes.
"I went to his study and looked around, but there was nothing special. Do you know where the Chamber of Secrets in Malfoy Castle is?"
Didn't you notice this? She didn't dare to ask further.
In Godric's Hollow, the bones stored in Harry's cabin have disappeared, and the tourist attraction is still in full swing. For privacy reasons, local tourism officials did not install cameras, but only sent police to patrol here regularly.
Dumbledore, Grindelwald and others were still trapped in the cave. Ron used a body in his 30s with a young soul to maintain their daily life with the help of Dobby.
In order to get out, Snape once wanted to use the Imperius Curse to control Ron, but he couldn't target him. The curse dissipated in the air and Dumbledore's face turned pale.
Under Mag's somewhat surprised gaze, Draco came to Ron's side, and the two of them huddled together, not knowing what they were discussing. Then they looked at Grindelwald and Rosier who were doing nothing.
"Ms. Rosier, please go ahead and find Mr. Grindelwald's body. This is what we promised you at the beginning."
Rosier was not surprised at all, but turned his head to look at Dumbledore.
"What about him?"
His thin chin pointed at Dumbledore, who was no longer in the situation. "His bones," Ron paused, then continued, "Harry has already collected his bones. When Voldemort pried open the grave to take the Elder Wand, Harry took a lot of effort to restore some of the bones."
"What? What are you talking about?"
When Magg looked at Ron, who in her impression was still a chicken drumstick lover, her eyes fell on the beard on his chin, and she suddenly realized that the world had changed a lot.
After obtaining Grindelwald's consent, Rosier came to the edge of the cave. The thick barrier that trapped Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall was easily pierced through by her with one hand.
Ron took two steps at a time and came to her side and said again, "You will merge with your current body after you leave, but since Grindelwald left, your spirit in this world has been hit hard and you are now very old. Your life span may be reduced by 40 years from now."
Grindelwald turned his head away from her.
The next moment, Rosier turned her head and didn't get the answer she wanted. She sighed and left without saying another word to her former master.
Snape was at the edge of the cave, but still couldn't get out.
He looked at Ron thoughtfully, then looked at his old friends whom he had made in his youth. They seemed to have known about this long ago and were still staying deep in the cave to recover their strength.
Ron brought over some fine bedding for Narcissa.
Kettleburn and Moody unexpectedly fell in love with each other. Looking at each other's broken bodies, they felt like they had found a soulmate. They didn't seem to care about being trapped here. Instead, they lived very happily every day.
Dumbledore suddenly asked, "How long will it take us to get out?"
Ron replied respectfully, "I believe you should have an idea of the time you will be leaving. As long as nothing unexpected happens, you can leave once you are confirmed to be healthy. It's just a pity that you cannot restore your identity and name immediately after leaving. Harry has found your previous residence in Godric's Hollow, so you can go there to rest for the time being."
"What about the children in that world?"
"Don't worry. Of course, you and the professors can come to this world. Of course, they can too." Dumbledore nodded slightly and did not continue asking questions. Instead, he sat cross-legged aside.
Grindelwald stroked his beard and remained silent.
The bat lying on the top of the cave began to vibrate again, and Moody, who was guarding the innermost part, suddenly woke up. He picked up the wand with a bright look in his eyes.
The people who came were Flitwick, and Madam Pomfrey behind him. This time it seemed to be a long line of people, Filch who was holding Madam Norris, the mysterious Trelawney, and Pomona Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff House, all of them had confused faces.
Only Lockhart came in with his teeth bared. He seemed very anxious. Hagrid had some difficulty coming in, and his huge body almost blocked the entrance.
Then, as if sensing his distress, the cave began to expand infinitely, becoming infinitely larger. Houses rose from the ground, and the place almost instantly turned into a small market. The purpose and Kettleburn, which were originally closely adjacent, were now fifty meters apart.
Almost all the professors of Hogwarts were present, except Georges, who had transferred from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Draco held the list in his hand and checked it with the people over and over again in order.
Next, it should be the students. Harry has his own selfish thoughts, so the Weasleys should be next. Draco stuck the quill in his greasy hair, looking quite unkempt.
Lucius stood behind him. He could feel the existence of another self in this world. His lips moved, and he felt a little torn after knowing some memory.
"What's wrong? Father?"
Draco sensed something was wrong with his parents, they seemed far away, yet close.
"If I say what if, what would you think if you had a younger brother?"
"younger brother?"
Draco's voice was a little hoarse, and the onlookers on the side looked straight ahead, but pricked up their ears.
The Malfoy baby, Draco, has become an established fact, so how could there be another one?
"Ow."
Draco suddenly became very calm, and even showed his welcome, "That would be the best! It would be a bit lonely if I were alone."
Narcissa looked at him with concern, her eyes slightly red.
Nearly a week had passed since the date Harry had agreed upon. Dudley had gone from being panic-stricken at first to being immersed in it now, and even enjoying it a little. He and Clinton went underground together and saw the seemingly plausible experiment clearly. Everyone was very respectful to him.
No one knew where Corwin had gone, and there was no place to worry about being exposed. The group of wizard assassins who looked like troublemakers stayed obediently by the lake, and even took the initiative to mingle with Muggles and integrate into the local trading market.
An idea suddenly came to his mind. This idea was very bold, but also very skillful.
If only Harry Potter didn't come back.
As soon as this thought was discovered, the silver thread gave him a severe lesson. He broke out in cold sweat, his face turned pale, blood oozes from the corners of his mouth, and he rolled on the ground.
"I was wrong, I'm sorry, I was wrong." His voice was not loud, but it could not be hidden from Clinton who had already come out of the tent. He stood outside for a long time as if he had not heard it. Only after he thought that the punishment was over did he gradually reveal his footsteps.
Dudley touched his face and turned away.
The footsteps sounded again, but this time they were getting smaller and smaller. The person must have gone far away, and Dudley breathed a sigh of relief.
Clinton came to the entrance of the underground laboratory again, and the wizards guarding on both sides automatically took two steps back to the left and right.
"Watch carefully, no one is allowed to come in without my order."
"Yes!"
After entering, he turned left and right very skillfully and came to a small office. He took out a black cloak from the hanger and covered himself with it.
The face beneath the burqa no longer had the loyalty of the past, but was instead gloomy, and the pupils that were shallow in the sunlight now became darker and deeper.
Ron has already entered the underground laboratory, why hasn't he been found after so long? What do those guys do for a living?
Clinton rubbed his temple, feeling a little headache, and then as if remembering something, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It doesn't matter. Grindelwald is not here. The experiment will soon succeed. The wizards who come here are the best fertilizer. What a savior. They are just an obedient pawn under Grindelwald. It's better to be respectable.
Clinton became excited when he recalled the rocket he had seen rising into the sky in a base, and the secret base where Muggles could be transformed into wizards under the leadership of Dumbledore.
These two old guys are so stupid and foolish that they actually want to make such a big thing public. If they succeed—
After leaving this room, go straight to the left and pass through a long and narrow corridor, you will come to a spacious and bright hall. There are 7 small compartments separated by thin glutinous rice cakes, and an experiment is being carried out in each small compartment.
The staff inside were wearing white coats and looked somewhat excited at the moment.
Some of them had silver light in their eyes and their facial muscles were a little stiff, but all of this was hidden under the white hats and blue masks.
Pale and unpredictable.
In order to find out the truth, the fake Ron controlled a member of the team and successfully became their experimental subject. In the process, she learned a lot of secrets, such as the team leader who seemed honest and simple.
And then there are those so-called Muggles who have abandoned their own kind. Their minds are like a hornet's nest, full of twists and turns, and every word they say has its own unique purpose.
If the fake Ron didn't have several years of experience as a rich kid and the ability to speak lies to different people in a human slaughterhouse, how could he have been safe at their hands?
He lay on a blue iron bed, using silver wire to make a fake body, and let their knives cut his body.
I originally thought that I was already a beast, but I didn't expect that some of the experiments here were so horrifying. It seemed that the surgeons had already escaped the category of human beings, and they were delighted when looking at the corpses of their own kind.
There's even an unlucky wizard.
The fake Ron knew at a glance that the man was so proud and arrogant. To be able to possess such arrogance in this damn world, he had to be a Muggle, if not a wizard.
Look at that guy showing off again -
This unfortunate wizard seemed to have volunteered to be an experimental subject, because the wizards guarding and patrolling here did not show any expression, but instead often brought some things from the ground to this unfortunate guy.
However, the number and frequency of their experiments have greatly decreased recently, and Fake Ron's intuition tells him that something is about to happen.
After resting for a while in his office, Clinton took a sip of water, turned to the right of the room in his dark wizard robe, walked for a long time, and finally stopped at the end of the corridor.
Some people around greeted him, but he didn't say anything, just moved his head.
There seemed to be no way out, and the silver threads that followed him quietly were a little confused. In order not to be discovered, they hid deeper, drilled thin tunnels in the wall, and often poked their heads out to observe the actions of the people here.
Clinton raised his palm and pressed it in the center of the corridor. Then his whole body was swallowed up by the wall bit by bit. The silk thread was a little panicked, with only a small part of it exposed.
Clinton closed his eyes and felt the matter around him appear and disappear. The air was missing for just a moment and then flowed in abundance around him.
This is a long underground passage that seems to lead to the center of the earth. The deeper you go, the colder it gets and the thinner the air becomes. However, Clinton remained calm and it was obvious that he was used to it.
Finally stopped.
He pushed open the shaky wooden door in front of him. There was a creaking sound. It was the sound of leather boots hitting the iron frame. He walked forward and saw an open space in front of him. There were many people working here in an orderly manner.
And at the top of it was a brilliant blue light.
There seemed to be a barrier between the lake at the top and the bottom that blocked the two sides. The ripples of the lake wandered in this space, passing through the gaps between people, gently brushing over their heads, and finally coming to a gray iron object with mysterious runes engraved on it.
Next to the iron tool, a person with a somewhat illusory figure was gently stroking the big guy. Next to it was a strange substance. It was like a huge meat ball with countless eyes embedded in it. There was no one within a ten-meter radius of them.
"grown ups!"
Clinton looked anxious and shouted from a distance, then knelt down heavily about five or six meters away from the man.
Boom!
For a moment, the dust rose and he knelt on the ground humbly, putting on a respectful posture.
"My lord, that old fellow Grindelwald doesn't seem to be lurking around."