Chapter 129 The Fairy's Underground Headquarters

It is not safe to wait outside until night.

And the dirty old man seems to be a very cautious person. It is not ruled out that he has taken other protective measures for his shop after closing.

So opening a room directly in this bar is undoubtedly the safest decision.

They walked into this dirty and messy bar. After entering the door, they could clearly feel that the light suddenly dimmed, and the air was obviously filled with a smell like the smell of goats.

In the lobby of the bar, there were a few wizards sitting scattered around, most of them covered their heads and faces. Silk's dress became the norm here, and Sherlock became an outlier.

The Pig's Head Bar was not noisy at all. It was very quiet inside. Even if there were wizards talking, the voices were deliberately kept very low, and they would never let a third person hear it, which was out of tune with the lively streets outside.

After Sherlock and Silk entered the door, they walked directly to the bar counter. The dirty old man who was wiping the table with the rag after wiping the wine glass looked at them.

"What would you like to drink?"

He obviously didn't recognize that Sherlock and his friends were the ones he had kicked out of the backyard two months ago.

Sherlock didn't answer his question, but turned his head to look at Silk.

"One room or two rooms?"

The dirty old man's gaze towards them suddenly became subtle, he chuckled twice, and then recommended.

"I also have a couple's suite here, the price is not expensive, as long as..."

Before he finished introducing, Silk had thrown a Sickle on the counter.

"One room per person."

The dirty old man smacked his lips and tightened the Sickle under the counter.

"Room three, ma'am."

Then he turned his gaze to Sherlock.

"One Sickle is only enough for the room fee of one room."

Sherlock shrugged and took out a silver Sickle from his pocket.

"Room 2, be careful not to disturb the guest in Room 1. He has a bad temper. I don't want you to cause trouble in my store."

The dirty old man muttered and collected their money, then continued to wipe his bar.

Sherlock and Silk walked up to the hotel on the second floor together. In front of the doors of Room 3 and Room 2, they whispered to agree on a time.

"One o'clock in the morning, or wait until later?"

"I'll find you,"

"Okay, then I wish you a happy holiday..."

"Bang!"

Looking at the door that was closed vigorously, Sherlock couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"How rude."

He complained and pushed open the door of Room 2.

Just like the environment of the bar outside, the entire Pig's Head Bar was only looked after by the dirty old man. You can't expect a person who wipes the table with a rag for wiping wine glasses to clean the room so cleanly.

The quilt on the bed was folded neatly, but this didn't require hands at all. The wizard could do it with a wave of his wand.

Of course, these quilts and other things must have been treated with cleaning spells, but Sherlock still didn't want to touch the bed. Instead, he brushed the chair in the room several times, brushed off the old dirt on it, and sat on it with his eyes closed.

Time passed slowly, and it slowly got darker.

The streets outside Hogsmeade were no longer noisy, and the students returned to the castle before six o'clock.

Today is not only Hogsmeade Week, but also Halloween.

And at the Halloween dinner that Sherlock did not attend, the students still had fun.

After Sherlock left, Harry stayed in Lupin's office with him for an afternoon. He saw Lupin drink the potion that Snape prepared for him.

This made Harry really sweat for him.

Everyone in Hogwarts knew that Snape had always wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Harry and the others could clearly see that when Snape looked at Lupin, the hatred and disgust in his eyes were not concealed at all.

Ron and Hermione brought Harry a lot of candy from Hogsmeade and told him about meeting Sherlock on the streets of Hogsmeade.

"Hermione's guess at the beginning of the semester was right. The other things Professor Forrest will be busy with this semester are related to that witch." Harry said confidently.

He and Hermione told them what they encountered in the castle. The three of them discussed for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. They simply went to the hall to attend the Halloween dinner.

Although there are Dementors patrolling around the castle and Black's threat has not been resolved, there have been no problems since the beginning of the semester, which makes the students and professors very relaxed.

So everyone had a lot of fun at the dinner, but this kind of happiness only lasted until the end of the dinner.

But since Harry Potter entered school, the Halloween dinner at Hogwarts every year seems to be the beginning of a year of turmoil.

In the first grade, a troll broke into the castle, and the first attack occurred in the second grade. This year's third grade is naturally no exception.

The students left the hall with laughter and chatter, and returned to their dormitories. The Gryffindor students found that a big hole was torn in the portrait of the Fat Lady, and their common room was forcibly broken into!

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall soon arrived at the scene, and the escaped Fat Lady was found later.

The person who broke into the common room was obviously Black.

......

Sherlock was not aware of everything that happened in Hogwarts tonight.

He leaned back in his chair, spinning the wand on his fingertips boredly, while looking out the window at the night sky that was about to reach a full moon.

The weather was pretty good these two days, and the night was full of stars, which made it easy to calm down.

Sherlock raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and he could clearly hear the soft snoring in the next room No. 1.

It was not that the people living in Room 1 snored loudly, but that the sound insulation of the room was too poor, or that the wooden board that could only block the view had no sound insulation at all.

Just as Sherlock was thinking about why he hadn't heard any movement, someone knocked on the door of his room.

He was refreshed, held the wand in his hand firmly, and opened the door lightly. Silk was standing outside the door.

Neither of them spoke, and went out along the corridor and down the stairs.

The bar hall was dark late at night, and Sherlock gently waved his wand and used a silent spell.

A faint light shone on the tip of his wand, which was obviously the intensity of the lighting spell that was deliberately controlled.

With the help of this light source, they came to the front of the bar.

"So what should we do next?" Sherlock asked in a low voice.

Silk did not answer him, but drew out her wand and tapped the ground under the bar lightly, as if to determine the location.

Soon she found the target she was looking for.

"Catch me."

Sherlock reached out and grabbed her arm, and then Silk held her wand in reverse, gently drew a circle on the ground, and recited a spell.

"Open Sesame."

This is an ancient unlocking spell. Before the spell of Alaho Open was invented, it was the only unlocking spell for wizards.

But because the method was too violent, it was later replaced by the more sophisticated spells of "Alaho Open" and "Open Door".

But after Silk used this spell, the circle that her wand was aimed at did not respond at all.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, just when he thought that there was something wrong with Silk's steps, or the spell was not used correctly.

His body suddenly twisted!

A feeling similar to Apparition came, and Sherlock felt that his body was spinning rapidly, as if he was put into a drum washing machine.

This feeling only lasted for a moment, and the next moment he stepped on the solid ground.

It was pitch black around him, and Sherlock waved his wand again and used the lighting spell that was interrupted during the transmission process.

The bright white light illuminated the space near him, and Silk was standing beside him, and Sherlock's other hand was still tightly holding her arm.

"How long are you going to catch me?"

Hearing her words, Sherlock came back to his senses and awkwardly let go of her hand.

"Sorry."

Although this thought was not gentlemanly, he still felt that the hand felt good, very soft and tender.

"Are we underground now?"

They were in a narrow and dark space, which looked like an underground passage, with a sealed wall behind and a deep darkness in front.

"Underground of Hogsmeade." Silk walked to the wall behind them, on which there were still some vague words.

Sherlock also noticed those words, and there were still a few paragraphs that could still understand their meaning.

"Beware of the lies of wizards and negotiations!"

"We will fight to the end!"

"Every goblin will guard his treasure!"

These words are in line with the meaning of the construction of this underground secret passage. In the goblin rebellion two hundred years ago, this was their underground headquarters.

"Didn't you just recite the unlocking spell? Why were we teleported here?" Sherlock asked curiously.

Silk said a few more words this time, which was rare.

"The goblins set up a special device. By using the unlocking spell to violently open the door they reserved underground, the pre-set Apparition magic behind the door will be released, and the person who opened the door will be teleported underground without leaving any trace on the ground."

"It's a very ingenious design." Sherlock praised.

Since ancient times, goblins have been skilled craftsmen. Even the sword of Gryffindor was made by them. It is indeed in line with their craftsmanship to be able to create such a secret underground headquarters.

After a simple repair at the entrance, Silk also used the lighting spell, and they moved forward together, heading deep into the secret passage.

It was not known whether it was an illusion or something else, but the further he walked inside, the darker it felt.

The most obvious change was that the visible area illuminated by the illumination spell became smaller and smaller.

After walking forward for about twenty minutes, Sherlock frowned and stopped.

"Something is wrong."