"Isn't there no danger?"

the goblin Gonuk asked through his mask. He looked at the corridor in front of him and took another step forward. Intense sparks emanated from the empty air in front of him, hitting the goblin, and he was blown away like a broken kite.

Faisal and Rahman went forward to check on Gonuk's condition. The middle-aged wizard Rahman said, "He's fine. He's wearing a protective suit and has fainted temporarily."

"Is there a hidden trap?" Clemmy asked Felix in surprise, "Doesn't the curse come from the black fog?" She picked up the curse detector and kept scanning. As a result, something like an antenna in her hand suddenly exploded, which scared her.

"This also explains the problem. There is indeed a curse." She said with a grim face.

"In fact, there are many more." Felix said. From his perspective, the empty corridor was filled with dense spots of light, each of which represented a curse, and they floated like plankton.

He turned his head and asked Clemmy: "This pyramid...are there any magic items that store magic in the part you explored before?"

Clemmy shook her head, "We found a lot of things that still have residual magic, such as the golden dagger and the scarab amulet, but it is very weak. Unlike those cursed items in the outside world, innocent blood will maintain the effect of the curse."

After a while, the goblin Gornuk woke up and immediately opened his clothes. Then he wailed, and Hermione found that he was wearing a silver close-fitting armor.

"There's a hole!" He shouted in pain, "I don't know if it can be repaired."

...

Felix walked in front, and everyone was more than ten steps away from him, watching him poke and tap the air here and there, and one curse after another exploded like fireworks.

The dense number of curses made the people behind him feel cold.

Felix stopped from time to time and looked at the stone slabs on both sides. He originally thought that with the scale of these stone slabs, there should be at least a dozen ancient magics, but the actual number is less than this. At present, he only saw three, including the complete black lightning magic.

There are many slates with the self-introduction of the wizard who opened this dark room, including his travel experience. He said that he was a sojourning wizard from Greece. He crossed the Aegean Sea and discovered a source of magic in the upper tomb when exploring the pyramid - a four-conical gem. Then he decided to build a dark room for the benefit of future generations.

"The curse in the corridor is getting stronger and stronger. If you are not sure, don't force it and leave the opportunity to others." Hermione read the words on the slate, "So that's it!" The others also had a look of sudden realization.

"Are the ancient wizards too strong and we too weak?" Clemmy said dejectedly. It turned out that they couldn't even withstand the weakest test.

"Don't make a decision easily. Maybe these words are just lies." Felix said. He moved forward steadily, and a guess in his heart became clearer and clearer.

One fact is, are the ancient wizards strong? If we look at ancient magic, they are indeed strong, but when it comes to the flexibility of their means, they are far less than now.

Most ancient wizards could not Apparate, and as for other things, such as warning spells, life magic, and auxiliary magic, they were not as perfect as the current system. Those famous ancient wizards in history, while constantly magnifying their own advantages, also exposed their shortcomings.

This is also the reason why Felix inferred from various magic notes that the ancient wizards kept their secrets strictly.

The road ahead was rugged and dangerous. Felix had asked them to retreat far away. He put on a cloak made of basilisk skin and fire dragon skin, moved forward little by little, and kept clearing these curses.

These curses were also mixed with various powerful and strange black magics. I don’t know how they were preserved by the owner of the dark room. Maybe they were stored on a stone or a granite ceiling.

However, most of the spells in the stone dissipated over time, leaving only a faint light and evil breath. They should exist alone and are not connected to the overall defense.

Felix became more and more certain that the owner of the dark room was a black wizard, a powerful black wizard. Felix was like entering a museum of black magic, and many modern black magics could be found in the corresponding shadows.

Finally, he stopped in front of a bronze door with a bronze knocker on it and no extra decoration.

The goblin Gornuk shouted from afar, "Can we come over?" He said eagerly. In the eyes of the goblins, everything here is the property of Gringotts. They spend money and manpower to eliminate hidden dangers for the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and the compensation is the treasures in the ruins.

Everyone came closer and lined up to look at the bronze door. Seeing Felix lost in thought, they did not dare to disturb him. His performance along the way has proved his strength and profound knowledge. They did not find any of those curses that made people's scalps numb. After

a long time, Felix breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you encountered any difficulties?" Hermione asked in a low voice. Her voice was amplified in the dark room, as if it was spoken in her ear.

"I'm a little surprised. There seems to be no danger ahead."

This is what puzzled him. He glanced around at the others and said, "You guys get out of the way." Maybe his expression was too serious. Everyone drew out their wands and carefully moved to the side. Felix also called the eagle-shaped magic lamp over.

After finishing all this, he reached out and knocked on the bronze door knocker. The knocking sound formed a series of echoes, and everyone's heart was lifted. After a few seconds, the door suddenly cracked open, and dust continued to fall. Accompanied by a harsh "creaking" sound, the opening continued to expand, followed by the sound of something rubbing. Felix retreated cautiously, and two black shadows fell down, raising high smoke and dust.

"Bang! Bang!"

The people hiding on both sides saw the true face of the black shadows. "It's a basilisk!" Hermione screamed. She would never make a mistake. In the second grade, she had fought against the basilisk head-on.

However, what was in front of them were the corpses of two basilisks. They had been dead for a long time, and because they had been placed in a closed space for too long, the dark green snake skin quickly decayed as soon as it came into contact with the outside air, and a strong stench of decay hit them.

"Ugh!"

Several people retched, and Felix waved his wand and cast a bubble head spell on them. He himself wore a human armor spell and strode into the room. His judgment became clearer.

The eagle-shaped magic lamp followed behind him, and the light shone into the interior from behind him, bringing this place isolated from the outside world back to the present world. In the empty small square, there were more than a dozen snake monsters of different sizes. They were all dead without exception. When Felix stepped over them, the colors on the snake monsters and the surrounding circular pillars lost their colors.

Felix walked straight to the center, where there was a circular altar.

On the altar stood a life-size statue of a middle-aged wizard with silver-white hair and yellow eyes. He smiled gently, holding a four-cone gem in his hand. A dim light emanated from the gem. It was the source of magic that Felix had been looking for.

A crack opened from the top of the statue's head, running down from the center of his brow, almost breaking him in half. From this long crack, black, sticky blood oozed out, but it had long since dried up, forming an ugly stain.

Felix could almost imagine how it had been worn away, dilapidated, and cracked by time over thousands of years, becoming what it is now.

"It's you, despicable Herpo," Felix said softly, as if in admiration and mockery, "So Horcruxes can also decay?"

As if in response to his words, Herpo's statue - or Horcrux - began to lose its luster a little bit, becoming gray, and Felix blew it gently, and it completely fell apart.