Chapter 1186

"Oh, did it collapse here?"

Through the passage hidden in the paintings in the gallery, Maka finally came to the dark spirit Pavilion Hall in the underground black market. As soon as he came in, he saw the fallen stone pillars, damaged walls and scattered broken bricks.

Of course, due to the fog, he couldn't see far, so he couldn't confirm the extent of damage to the originally crowded office hall.

However, just like the gallery outside the passage, the seemingly crumbling dark spirit Pavilion obviously also has the trace of goblin magic. Therefore, although the scenes he saw were real and not illusions, most of them were actually made by the goblins themselves.

So, where are all those clever goblins hiding now?

Thinking of this, Maka suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the inner counter - although she couldn't see the innermost counter in the hall here, Maka remembered that there was a whole row of counters over there.

In the passage behind the counter is the entrance to the underground vault of the dark spirit Pavilion... And naturally, it is the only exit.

He stood there for a moment, then turned and walked that way.

"I just felt it when I passed through the channel... It should be detection magic? So it seems that those goblins should know whether Hermione and them have been here."

The underground black market covers a large area and the terrain is particularly complex. Looking for someone here is actually no easier than looking for someone in London above.

Therefore, in order not to waste too much time, Maka decided to ask the goblins.

"... I hope those guys can cooperate a little!"

It must be said that he did not expect that he would patronize the dark spirit Pavilion Treasury again.

I think it took him a lot of effort to sneak in in in order to take people. He was Animagus deformed and drank compound decoction.

But today, the counter, which was almost completely closed, seems to have just been robbed, and a considerable hole has been broken in the middle. Not to mention him, even if Hagrid came over, I'm afraid he couldn't even bend his waist and go straight in.

After crossing the counter, Maka went all the way down the central main passage.

It can be seen that the demons have completely destroyed the dark spirit Pavilion. Even the delivery channels extending in all directions in the counter, at least half of them have been blocked by collapsed bricks and stones. Even if there are those that haven't collapsed, the walls of those channels are full of frightening cracks.

However, blocking these channels does not make much sense in itself, because those channels lead to various trading rooms, which are usually used to carry large quantities or large items to goblins.

Therefore, the goblins collapsed part of them by the way, just to cover up the ruins in the deepest part of the main channel.

When Maka came to the end of the main passage, he found that the entrance of the vault had been completely covered up by bricks. Just standing here, people can't even imagine the original appearance in front of them, because there are stones in front of them.

"Excuse me -"

While saying this sentence casually, Maka stretched out his staff and waved it gently. Suddenly, the mountains of large and small stones in front of him immediately churned and rolled from the middle to both sides, revealing a huge round metal cover embedded on the ground.

It is worth mentioning that the whole thing is plated with a thick layer of gold, which perfectly highlights the vulgar and greedy hobby of the goblin family.

When Maka came, the metal cover was still open, because at that time, the dark spirit pavilion was still in normal business, and many goblins went in and out here.

But now, the only entrance has been completely covered by the heavy metal cover, and a lot of magic has been applied on it.

Yes, there is not only the magic of goblins, but also the magic of wizards on the cover - Maka even saw a circle of ancient magic inscriptions on the edge of the metal cover.

Obviously, this thing was cast some years ago.

However, when Maka saw the circle of inscriptions, he couldn't help lifting the corners of his mouth and showing a subtle smile.

I have to say, this big cover is still quite difficult to deal with. If Maka had to break through today, she might not consider competing with this heavy overlapping and protective thing.

Compared with this "standard entrance", he would rather start digging the floor next to him - although the floor also has magic, and the stone is obviously different, it is at least much easier than being unable to live with this glittering King's shell.

However, when there is a circle of inscriptions on the cover, everything is different.

"Dangdang -"

Maka knocked the gold-plated iron lump with the end of the staff, and then used the sound reinforcement spell to say:

"Hey! I know you're hiding inside... If you don't want me to remove the big lid, open the door for me! I'll ask two questions and go!"

In order to make the sound penetrate through the past as much as possible, Maka also specially restrained the amplified sound of the sound reinforcement spell, making them all focus on the underground.

However, even if Maka could feel several magic sources walking around under his feet, one of them left quickly after he shouted twice, but the big cover still didn't mean to open at all.

"If you wait any longer, you might as well go straight to find someone."

A few minutes is enough for the principal of the dark spirit pavilion to know about it. Since there has been no movement up to now, it shows that those goblins obviously intend to nest below as "not at home".

He shook his head slightly and saw that Maka turned the staff upside down and walked along the metal cover for a whole week. As he walked, he took his staff and pointed at the circle of inscriptions several times.

After finishing this, he immediately stepped back a few steps, then clubbed his staff and looked at the ancient magic texts lit up by him one by one.

The next moment, I felt a sudden shock under my feet, and then I saw that the floor around the big iron cover burst into a large number of fine cracks.

It can be seen that the big golden lid is rising slowly and unswervingly. The power was so great that even the ground with magic was forcibly arched and cracked.

"Oh! It seems that the ancestors of these goblins are really willing to pay the cost... The amount of magic stored in this big cover has far exceeded Voldemort's Horcrux?"

This was not surprising to Maka, because without such a huge magic reserve to provide energy, his changes to the rules of inscriptions would not make the big cover break open directly and rise up the whole ground.

Originally, he planned to help himself! Now he can save his strength. He just needs to stand by and watch the play.

Soon, I heard a loud noise of "Ding Ding Bang". With the continuous rise of the big iron cover, the brought stones immediately rolled into the gradually opened vault entrance.

At that moment, Maka heard several screams from the goblins below - maybe some unlucky guys were hit by falling rocks.

He raised his head and looked at the big iron cover that was still rising and had begun to hardtop the second floor. Then he took a step forward, jumped down from the circular entrance, stepped on the magic book and flew inside the vault.

Not long after he went in, the metal cover that had just cracked the upper floor seemed to suddenly lose the power to rise and suddenly fell back.

"Bang -"

With a loud noise of falling heavy objects, the big cover was almost exactly restored to its original position, but it was obviously lower than before. The inscriptions lit by Maka have darkened again.

It's not because the magic is exhausted - there are still many heads there! This is only because Maka's temporary changes to the inscription have been quietly and automatically lifted

About ten minutes later! On the street outside the main gate of the dark spirit Pavilion, a carriage almost exactly the same as Hermione and them suddenly stopped at the door, and then two figures came down from the carriage.

"Master Norman, you go first! I'll put away the carriage first and come again -"

"Yes."

Although it is called "young master", the figure is obviously no longer young, and even a little white on its temples.

However, because his father has always occupied the position of head of the family, he, who is nearly half a hundred years old, still needs to be called "young master". This feeling made him feel a little ironic.

"The goblins in the dark spirit pavilion are moving fast enough," Norman glanced up at the building in front of him and whispered, "I don't know where they have gone to take refuge... Is it the ancient spirit pavilion?"

"Well... They are worthy of being goblins. They are smart enough to escape this broken place immediately when they feel something wrong... I hope they can survive this disaster safely!"

It can be seen from his face which seems to have experienced many vicissitudes that his usual life is not very good. Not to mention food and drink, at least the pressure must not be small.

But even so, he still had the leisure to worry about the goblin.

Of course, he must have no time to think more now. After the old steward of the family behind him cleaned up, they both entered the hall of the dark spirit Pavilion, went straight to the channel and left the underground black market.

From the beginning to the end, they didn't notice that great changes had taken place in the depths of the hall of the dark spirit Pavilion.

……

In this day when everyone seems very busy, only one person feels very free. Needless to say, this man is obviously Harry who knows almost nothing about the outside world.

After Kingsley left, he wandered around the castle again, as if to see if he was really alone in the school.

The result of "patrolling" everywhere was obvious - there were many spiders in the castle at present, but he couldn't find anyone except himself.

"Password."

"Madam, do you think it is necessary to say the password? I think you know that there is no one else in the school except me..."

Harry stood outside Gryffindor's public lounge, looking at the portrait of the fat lady guarding the door from him, his face full of helplessness.

"... no, not just people!" before the fat lady answered, he couldn't help but continue, "even those who look like 'people' are gone. Only a magical portrait like you, madam, can talk to me!"

Harry seemed to think of the ghosts that used to be everywhere, but now he couldn't find them.

"Oh! Poor Mr. Potter!" the fat lady raised her foot cup to Harry, and the red wine shook in the cup. "I can understand your mood. After all, I was hung at the end of the second floor. At that time, I couldn't see anyone, which made me worry about getting drunk every day..."

As she spoke, she saw her lips more red than red wine twist, and then said:

"But you've made a mistake - there's another skinny ghost who looks like a person in school! It hasn't had a good time these days. If you feel lonely alone, maybe you can go and see it... Well, although I think you'd better ignore it!"