Chapter 311 Malfoy and Hermione

It smells bad, smells bad, like fermented swill, with a hint of spiciness in the sour smell.

But this smell gradually woke up my groggy head.

Neville's nose twitched twice. He did not open his eyes immediately or get up. Instead, he tried his best to maintain the previous state.

Silently feeling the surrounding environment, the memory still lingers on the moment in the circus waiting for the opening with his friends, but it is obvious that something unexpected happened.

The ground was uneven and it hurt my back, but what was more uncomfortable than the ground was the environment here. It was cold and damp, and the cold air seemed to penetrate into people's bones.

This should be by the water? Or in a cave?

Feeling the slightly turbid air and musty smell, a word jumped out of Neville's mind - underground!

Most likely it was underground that had been sealed for a long time.

What about everyone else?

Neville suddenly thought of Zhang again. If Zhang was here, he would have woken up earlier than himself, right?

After all, in the few months he spent in Wudang, he also had a certain understanding of Chinese Taoist sects. Although he was an orthodox Taoist sect that cultivated both life and soul, his master, Master Zhou, even scorned the Heavenly Master in words.

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

But there were a few times when he expressed his admiration for the Golden Light Spell of Tianshi Mansion. Moreover, the wizard had no wand. Thinking of this, Neville hurriedly and carefully stretched his hand to the position he was most familiar with.

Sure enough, the wand was gone.

This is also what I worry about. A wizard without a wand is like a lion without claws, but Taoism is different. Their most powerful weapon is themselves.

The unpleasant smell in the mouth and nose became stronger and stronger. At this moment, disordered breathing suddenly came from the surroundings, followed by a mess of screams and moans:

"My head hurts——"

"Where is this?"

"Is the circus over?"

"Is this a new show? Something like Slytherin's escape room?"

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

The last words with a sense of helplessness seemed to come from beside him, and Neville immediately heard it. It was Malfoy's voice.

Malfoy is there too? Is that one also there?

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

This seems to be a cell, no, it should be a circle of cells.

These cells are arranged in a semicircle. After a rough count, there are actually hundreds of them.

The little wizards who had just woken up held the iron bars of the cell, put their heads on them, and looked outside eagerly to figure out what was going on.

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

In fact, it was exactly like this that Neville saw Hermione who was rubbing her head with a painful look on her face, Malfoy who seemed to be thinking with her eyebrows knitted together, and Ron who looked confused.

Malfoy, Hermione, Ron.

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

Malfoy suddenly whispered.

Ron stared at him, as if trying to figure out what Malfoy meant. Neville just listened silently, and he suddenly felt that Malfoy seemed to know a little more.

"Both Zhang and Harry are not here -" Hermione put down her hand, shook her head vigorously, and said with a sense of joy in her tone, "Zhang should have escaped."

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

Neville was still silent. He had such a taciturn temperament to begin with. Even if the Taoist door unlocked his shackles, Neville was still more willing to be a listener than a talker.

"Zhang came to us at that time and said that there was a problem with the circus and that Harry was missing. But before we could say more, we fainted inexplicably——"

Malfoy was groping for himself as he spoke. His small satchel was still there, with an anti-theft charm on it. It was not easy to take it off easily, but the wand was missing.

Hermione recalled it carefully and said with some uncertainty:

"Water of life and death? But that's not right."

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

"The smell I smelled before was very similar to the water of life and death, but the water of life and death can only be effective if you drink it. Its smell must be very close to have a sleeping effect, but it only stimulates sleepiness and cannot make everyone All unconscious.

So why-"

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

The three little wizards turned their heads to look at Neville. This look made him a little embarrassed.

Hermione nodded heavily:

"You're right. No matter what choice you make, understanding your situation first is definitely the most important thing."

She simply got up and walked around in the small cell. Malfoy and Ron also followed her and explored around the cell, trying to find some useful clues.

More than three hundred little wizards were scattered in dozens of cells, making the entire dungeon noisy like a cafeteria.

There were cries, shouts, and even chatter, and it could only be said that there were very few cells like theirs who had sorted out their thoughts very quickly and prepared for self-rescue quickly.

It can’t be said that there is none, because in another cell, Cedric is also trying to appease 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 emergencies. Now it seems that both Harry and others have finally used it.

In the dim cell, only the torches burning outside provide a little pitiful light. The room is dark. In addition to the thick soil and moss, only the small puddle in the corner reflects the firelight.

Hermione turned around and could only come to the cell door with the most light, wanting to get something useful. In fact, she also found it here.

"Here!"

The little witch widened her eyes and greeted a few people in a low voice.

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

Malfoy squinted his eyes and looked at the firelight for a while, and indeed found that there were delicate and complicated patterns on the lock, which was rare, because the cell was full of moss and dust, but this lock was as bright as new, even as if someone wiped it every day.

And this pattern always looks familiar.

"What does this mean? What does it say?" Ron always seems to be the questioner, but he doesn't think it's a big deal, because with Hermione around, few people would use their brains.

If you just raise the question and someone will solve it, then most people will choose to throw it out.

Malfoy carefully identified it for a while and said uncertainly.

"Fairy pattern?"

Hermione nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it's the fairy pattern, this lock is made by fairies!

I've read in books that fairies will engrave exquisite patterns on the things they make to represent ownership, and this line of text, but I don't know the fairy text.

But the things made by fairies have a very special function, that is, they will not be stained with dust."

Ron scratched his head: "What's the use of knowing this?"

"Useful--" Neville suddenly said, pointing to the large crucible burning on the fire not far away. They suspected that the unpleasant smell here was emitted by the crucible.

Neville pointed to the passage of the crucible, where there was a door that looked as clean as new, with similar patterns on it.

"I think this place should be built by goblins, they like to stay underground."

"Okay - dungeon! Is there any more?" Ron muttered.

The cell fell into silence again. At this moment, the door made by the goblins in the passage suddenly opened, and a group of people 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 Tragedy".

Hogwarts

The castle, which seemed a little empty because the seniors went to Hogsmeade, suddenly became tense.

The four deans looked solemnly in every corner of the academy looking for the lone little wizard.

When the last playful little wizard was found in the honor room and taken to the hall.

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

"Pomona, the school is in your hands."

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

"Is the situation really this bad?"

McGonagall pursed her lips and didn't speak, but her light blue eyes were filled with anxiety and anger:

"Yes, the mysterious man broke the rules. It is Dumbledore's bottom line not to attack the little wizard. We must find the little wizard as soon as possible."

Professor Sprout waved his fist angrily: "Minerva, find them and show them some power!"

Soon, in the Gryffindor tower, accompanied by a thunderous roar, Professor McGonagall rode an extremely cool motorcycle into the sky.

Flitwick sat on the auspicious cloud (children's version) given to him by Zhang Xiao. This extremely powerful spell master cleverly used his knowledge to make the auspicious cloud (children's version) break through the 1.5-meter height limit.

And adjusted the theme mode, the remaining Ravenclaw wizards looked at their dean sitting in a dark cloud with lightning and chasing Professor McGonagall's motorcycle with their mouths open.

Snape rode on an old school broom, his face was long and gloomy as if water might drip out at any time.

He looked at the figures of McGonagall and Flitwick, and then looked at his broom. His face became even uglier, and an idea even popped up in his mind inexplicably.

Should I hint to Zhang that kid and ask him to give some flying tools that are more in line with the dean's status next Christmas?

"Damn it, you are wasting taxpayers' money! This is dereliction of duty!"

Vernon roared angrily, waving his fists, and was forcibly thrown out.

The man in uniform looked at Vernon unkindly and said coldly:

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

We have also filed a record and assigned personnel to search.

If you insist that we have failed in our duty, please contact a lawyer."

His eyes flashed with danger: "Mr. Dursley, don't make trouble, unless you want to stay in jail for a few days!"

Vernon didn't dare to speak, because there was still no news from Petunia. If he was arrested again.

He walked in the busy streets of London in a daze, found a step at random, sat on the ground, and didn't care that he was wearing an expensive brand-name suit.

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

Petunia, Dudley. His eyes were full of bloodshot, staring at the ground blankly.

Who would kidnap Petunia and Dudley?

Could it be a competitor? I'm just a supervisor, and there haven't been any big orders recently, except Mr. Black.

Black?

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

Black!

Vernon's breathing gradually became heavier. If there was any danger in his family, it must be brought by the child of Petunia's freak sister.

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

Vernon clearly remembered that he was very scared at the time and persuaded Penny not to care about anything that would endanger her family.

But Penny insisted.

There was no way, who made him agree when he proposed?

Somehow, Vernon suddenly remembered that day again.

It was a sunny afternoon. He and Penny were in a fried food store buying fried sausages. Penny suddenly mentioned her sister to him and said that she was a witch.

Oh my God, a witch!

At that time, he was really shocked, but looking at Penny's desperate and painful expression, Vernon felt that his heart was also in pain.

Even if her sister was a witch, what did it have to do with Penny, whom he loved?

Vernon clearly remembered every detail of the time. He remembered that he solemnly told Penny that he would not blame her for having a freak sister.

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

Vernon suddenly laughed, with an unprecedented tenderness on his face. Passersby looked at Vernon with messy hair, just like looking at a madman who failed in investment, with pity.

But Vernon was immersed in his own memories, without paying any attention to other people's eyes.

Soon, he pulled himself out of the sweet memories and faced the cruel reality again.

For some reason, Vernon was sure that Petunia's disappearance must be related to the group of madmen called wizards. He had no evidence, but Vernon felt that he had felt that his dear Petunia and Dudley were being tortured by wizards, and they cried and hoped that he would save them.

"Damn it!"

Vernon muttered and took out his mobile phone, his eyes reddening more and more.

Trembling, he flipped through the pages and found a number he hadn't contacted for a long time:

"Hey, old man - I'm Vernon, yes, yes, although it's very presumptuous, can I ask you for a favor?

Listen to me, listen to me!"

Vernon was silent for a moment, and his eyes were filled with tears without knowing when, and he said with a sob:

"Petunia and Dudley are missing, I have to save them, man, I need your help!"

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