Vol 2 Chapter 1151:

"I just want to leave here safely and steadily." Fanlin said helplessly, and finally several people decided to open the coffin.
In fact, it is really the first time for Fanlin of this kind. Is this disturbing the cleanliness of the master?
"Then you still plan to open the coffin?" Rutherford asked puzzledly.
"Always know what we are looking for." Fan Lin said helplessly.
In fact, Fanlin really didn't want to try the unknown things. It took a lot of risks, especially in the glaciers in the center of the old world.
Who would repair the tomb here like a problem with his head?
And this is a coffin made of obsidian. In the final analysis, there is no identical statement about the efficacy of obsidian.
But there is one thing Fanlin can confirm.
Obsidian, also known as Dragon Crystal, is indeed a material that can be used in alchemy.
Originally, obsidian was used to make weapons, and it had a restraining effect on corpse-type creatures.
Obviously, this thing is not suitable to be used as a coffin. In a sense, it is disrespectful to the dead.
It's hard to tell, what is in the coffin that is big enough to fit Hagrid in front of you, the corpse?
"Really... open it..." Hermione asked hesitantly, and she took Fan Lin's hand back two steps.
The mausoleum is really not right with the girl, even if they have experienced the corpse wave left by Voldemort in a cave by the sea, in fact, it is still a bit unacceptable for Hermione.
Even though they were all wizards, but with Dumbledore at the time, it was certain that Dumbledore was absolutely capable of protecting them.
But at the same time, the existence of the wizard itself is completely unimaginable for a girl born in a Muggle family. Although Hogwarts itself has many ghosts, daily communication is just like facing normal people. There is no difference.
But right now, after opening the coffin, he might face a rotting corpse, or something more weird.
Whether a person or a wizard, he is always afraid of the unknown.
Are there so many brave and fearless people?
The probability of lack of heart is not small.
"Reassured," Fanlin said, "It's nothing, maybe Sir Nicholas will come out as soon as you open it."
Fanlin patted Hermione's hand. In fact, Fanlin was very worried, but if both of them were afraid, it would obviously get worse.
"You two, are you ready?" Rutherford asked. Rutherford is not unfamiliar with this kind of thing. Although he usually lives in the castle like a nobleman, he follows the tradition, Rutherford’s The descendants of the blood race will prepare a decent coffin for Rutherford anyway.
How long was the last time you fell asleep?
Thirty years? Fifty years? Or just a hundred years?
After all, the environment is really reassuring, of course, if you can fall asleep.
After a long time, maybe you will have a wonderful connection with the coffin?
Into one?
This is really a strange hobby, but it is destined to be a feeling that a master can experience.
Is it... performance art?
"I'm coming." Fanlin looked at Rutherford who was about to push the lid of the coffin. Obviously, without the aid of magic, this kind of large obsidian slab was only the guard of the Hogwarts hunting ground. Mr. Hagrid, the professor of Fantastic Beast Conservation, can do it.
I don’t know what happened to him and Mrs. Maxim...
Uh……
Fanlin drew out his magic wand, and under the urging of the magic stone, the tip of the magic wand lit up with blue light.
Hermione squeezed her palms tightly.
It can be seen that Fanlin is a little struggling, perhaps because the magic power here is really thin. When Nicolae Mae lights up all the inscriptions on the wand engraved by Fanlin, the coffin lid still has no intention of moving.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked nervously, the girl worried that something unexpected might happen.
"Obsidian..." Van Linh paused and said, "It is dispelling my magic..."
Fanlin frowned, which in itself was a very strange thing.
In alchemy, obsidian itself is a substance that covers a high concentration of energy, and Fanlin communicates through magic, which is far easier than it is now.
"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Nicole May never opened it at all." Hermione said hesitantly.
This is quite possible. With the current situation, it is impossible for Dumbledore to waste his magic power on this area which is obviously not the main burial chamber. As for Nicholas...
Nicolae May's body can't even restrain the escape of magic power, and in this difficult to supplement situation, it is obvious that Nicolae May will not make any attempts.
And based on the physical condition of Dumbledore and Nicholas Lemay, it is reasonable to say that Fanlin didn't think that two old people, one even over six hundred years old, would waste time doing this kind of hard work here?
"Come and help me." Fanlin said, "I will continue to output magic, and then you try to push it away."
"Okay." Rutherford nodded, then put his hand on the lid of the coffin.
When Fanlin felt that his wand was starting to heat up, finally, the coffin lid moved slowly under the push of the two.
Hermione was nervous. Her eyes kept staring at the position of the coffin. Not long after, under the combined efforts of Fanlin and Rutherford, the coffin lid was removed by a corner, and a blue halo appeared. Projected through the corner of the gap to the top of the stone chamber.
It was really a stone chamber built entirely by Dragon Crystal, and the faint Fanlin felt a little wrong.
"Moving away a little bit." Fanlin shook his teeth, which surprised him very much, light coffin?
Maybe there is phosphorous fire in it.
"So?" Rutherford tried hard again, Fanlin thought for a while, and controlled the magic power to cover the interface with a thin layer of ice, which made it easier.
Rutherford pushed hard, and with the sound of the ice breaking, the coffin lid moved a large distance to the side~EbookFREE.me~, what's in there? "Hermione asked carefully, seeming to be afraid of disturbing the sleeping dead.
"I don't know..." Rutherford said, "Come and take a look."
"What is this?" Fanlin couldn't help but blurt out, and the moment he opened the coffin, the faint blue halo illuminated the entire stone room, as if it had opened a huge light source.
Sparkle?
A coffin?
This is obviously not a match, but it is the case. Against the background of the light, the three people's faces are so pale.
　　
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