Chapter 850: Gloomy promenade

It was a dark hallway. There were no other things that could provide lighting, except for a few torches fixed on the wall, which were still swaying a little flame.
At a glance, the road ahead was almost unclear.
At this moment, Maca is walking in this corridor step by step ...
Footsteps echoed hollowly.
He clenched his wand tightly—yes, he rarely used modern short wands. But today he has to use this, because for some reason he can't show his strength.
If it were more accurate, in fact, he is now an ordinary Hogwarts student.
Suddenly, he shook his wand gently.
"Fluorescence flickers."
A light blob lit from the tip of the rod, emitting a soft light. But it didn't take long for those lights to be absorbed by the surrounding environment, and then gradually faded out, and eventually completely extinguished.
Seeing this, Maca didn't say anything, but continued to pace forward.
"Da ... Da ... Da ..."
Maca's expression was very serious. He ignored the movement of his soles rubbing the ground, always watching where he could see, and never let go.
Suddenly, his pace stopped, because he heard a slight "click".
It was originally a small noise, but it was amplified a lot in the quiet corridor. If this is inaudible, it must be deaf.
Maca didn't speak, he just raised his arm holding the wand and pointed in the direction of the sound. But the other party seemed to know that he had found it, but after he stopped, the voice no longer appeared.
With poor visibility, waiting is undoubtedly difficult. It took about five or six seconds before Maca waited until the second sound was the same.
"Click."
It sounds as if you are hitting the ground with a hard object, but when you don't see the actual situation, it feels more like another footstep different from yourself.
If those are the soles of someone, then those shoes must be hard, right?
The guy hiding in the darkness did not continue to procrastinate. At the next moment, the third "click" sound came out of the shadow behind the torch with a long silhouette.
At the same time, you can see that the other side also stretched out a magic wand, pointing accurately at Maca's side.
"Except you-wu-qi!"
It was a somewhat awkward voice, as if the speaker was suffering from a severe cold, not only dull, but also a bit rough.
Regardless of the other's voice, a disarming curse has been completed-Chimang quickly rushed to Maca's side from the tip of his opponent's wand.
"Arm armor."
With a calm look, Maca twitched the wand in her hand, and the red light of the disarm curse was bounced to the side.
"Hurry up!" "All--"
After preventing the dispel spell, his second spell was released immediately. The magic rope transformed by the imprisonment curse suddenly turned towards the opponent, interrupting the opponent's whole body restraint spell that was being prepared, and tied it firmly.
Obviously, this one-on-one ambush is the absolute victory for Maca.
However, after the end, he did not step forward to check, but stood silently thinking about it. It took a while before he stepped forward, but he didn't even look at it when he walked around the tied figure.
"Da ... Da ... Da ..."
In the hallway that was quiet again, Maca's footsteps continued to echo, they overlapped and entangled again and again, lingering in Maca's ears.
Before long, when he walked for a few more minutes in the dark, a wall suddenly blocked his way.
It can be seen that there is only a common wooden door on that wall-this is clearly telling people that it is the only way to pass here.
Maca first reached out and pushed, the door leaf remained motionless; he grabbed the rusty door handle and twisted it twice, the door still didn't mean to be opened.
"Araho caves open."
This is a common unlocking spell. As for ordinary door locks, even if the keyhole is completely blocked and the bolt is firmly welded to death, it can be reopened.
Of course, if the door that can't be opened is related to magic, the universal unlock spell will be difficult to use.
It can be seen that this is a place that requires a bit of brainpower to pass. But Maca didn't think much. He just glanced at the doorknob and waved his wand again.
"The original is here."
As the spell was clearly spoken, the rusty doorknob was twisted, and then turned into a bolt with an iron lock!
"Araho caves open."
This second unlocking curse finally produced its desired effect, with the sound of a "click", the lock automatically popped open.
After successfully cracking this obstacle, Macawu nodded his head, and then pulled out the latch and pushed the door open.
But it was at the moment when the door was opened that a large piece of black cricket appeared behind it, flapping its wings and rushing forward.
Because they appear very suddenly, and they are not slow at all, it is not easy to see what is clear.
"There are obstacles."
In this situation, Obstacle Mantra is obviously a very good choice. Whether it is a single person or a group, it can play a short-term control role, allowing you to make time to judge the method of contingency.
At this time, you can use your eyes to figure out what the stuff is.
It turned out that it was just a large group of ordinary bats.
It can be seen that the bats blocked by the obstruction at the door have become slow motion. Although there are still more coming from the back side of the door, they almost all enter the effective range of the enchantment.
Since it is a group of little harmless bats, there is no need to do anything extra.
After Maca lifted the obstacle curse, the little coquettish little ones hovered past him and disappeared into the darkness behind him.
Nothing else hindered him. He passed through the wall of the road through the doorway and continued to move forward.
Even after leaving the corridor in front, the road has not changed much since then-the light is still seriously insufficient, and there are even more unlit sections than before.
However, those who can come here must not stop or return because the road is dark. As for Maca, of course it is even more impossible to give up.
He is still moving forward, but has gone more seriously than before.
After that, about ten minutes later, after Maca resolved a few small problems, another wall ran across him.
Different from the wall just now, this wall is "invisible".
I believe that if someone walks here, they will probably bump into it and add an innocent bag to their brain.
But Maca didn't—he stopped before he hit the invisible wall.
Gently brush across the wall, although you can't see it, the touch on your hand is no different from ordinary walls. He fumbled around and confirmed that this was indeed a wall, and that it hadn't even left the door.
"The original is here."
This spell that had played a huge role in passing the first wall did not work at all this time. It can be seen that the invisible effect on this wall is not an item manifestation spell can be lifted.
"Hurry up."
Followed closely by another curse that appeared to be real.
In fact, this spell is not as good as the one just used to solve the invisible magic, but it has the unique effect that the spell does not have.
Sure enough, the wall was still invisible, but a crooked line of text appeared in front of the seemingly empty thing:
"What you see is not necessarily true, because truth is often hidden behind visibility."
When Maca saw this line of words, she couldn't help but smile, and then suddenly turned and walked towards the wall of the corridor next door. In a blink of an eye, he passed through the past like a ghost without a substance.
And after that, it was another darkened promenade, which looked drowsy at a glance.
Looks like it might just be a corner of a corridor designed and arranged just now.
Maca put away the smile on her face and sank again to move forward. It's obviously darker than just now ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It takes only twenty or thirty steps to have a torch that will almost go out, providing the visitor with a bit of poor light.
This time, Maca walked for a long time, and it may be twenty minutes in total. Of course, there is also a relationship in which he does not go fast.
In these twenty minutes, he hadn't seen anything, and nothing had happened. The only thing that changed was the gradually decreasing ambient temperature around it.
That's right, the air is slowly getting cold and cold, and at the end it seems to become a cold winter.
"call--"
As he passed by a torch, Maca breathed a sigh of breath through the light, and saw a white mist evaporating, showing how low the temperature in the corridor was.
"Well, fortunately, this happens to be winter. If you wear it thinner, you have to freeze it here."
Maca secretly whispered something, followed the quicker pace at her feet, and stopped caring about the others. Because he knew that by walking a short distance, his little "journey" should come to an end.
About ten seconds later, a dark shadow suddenly appeared after another torch in front. The moment he came under the light, Maca pursed her lips, feeling awkward.
"Forget it, there's no need to experience it again--"
As he spoke, the dark shadow fluttered over. It was suspended underneath, wearing a worn black hood cape, and a pair of skinny hands poked out most of the sleeves.
This is obviously a dementor.
But unlike ordinary dementors, this cargo is also wearing a Christmas hat with a fluffy ball!
"Sara, come out!"
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