Sherlock and Shilk stopped together.

According to the pace of the two of them, they had already walked about two kilometers in nearly half an hour.

And it would not be so far across the entire Hogsmeade, which means that their location on the ground is no longer in the Hogsmeade area.

Sherlock frowned and looked at the shiny wand in his hand. The previous light range was still about five meters, but now it has been shortened to two meters.

The visual range was getting shorter and shorter, and he was sure that it was not a problem with his spell.

After the illumination spell is used, as long as the wizard does not interrupt itself, its lumen will be constant.

Therefore, there will never be any situation where the illumination mantra is unclear and weakened, but it can only be a problem with the surrounding environment.

Shilk canceled the spell on his wand, and then placed the wand upright with the tip of the wand facing upwards.

"Let me lead the way."

She whispered, then let go of her hand holding the wand, which fell straight forward.

“We are walking south.”

There was still darkness ahead, as if it would never end.

Sherlock was thinking about the map on the ground in his mind.

In this area, Hogwarts is southeast of Hogsmead, while Pighead Bar is located at the northernmost point of Hogsmead.

They have been walking south now, and this distance must have walked out of Hogsmeade's range and entered the territory of Hogwarts.

It is unknown whether the position above their heads is located at Quidditch Stadium or directly under the castle.

"We have already walked to Hogwarts." Sherlock looked around, touching his chin, "and there is something wrong with this secret passage."

Shilk picked up his wand again.

"This proves that we are not wrong. Its destination is in Hogwarts. The more problematic it is, the more it has been here, or is here now."

Her words made Sherlock subconsciously touch the cloth bag in his robe pocket, which was very thick, which made him feel a little relieved.

"Okay, I've already walked here, so can you tell me now that normal spells have any effect on that thing?"

Shilk did not care about his words at this time, she said in detail.

"A normal spell is useless to it, and even the life-seeking spell is the same. It cannot be killed, and it will never be, but it is afraid of the patron curse."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"It sounds a bit like an enhanced version of the dementor."

"You can think so."

Sherlock moved his wrists and tidied up his robe.

"If you have weaknesses, you won't be afraid. You may not believe it. The Guardian Spell is my strength." He turned to look at Shilk, "However, you have the face all day long, can you use this spell?"

Shilk ignored him, instead waved his wand, letting it light up again, and continued to walk forward.

Sherlock shrugged and sighed in his heart. Sure enough, the German wizard was so boring, and then quickly walked to her and walked forward side by side with her.

They walked forward for about twenty minutes.

Not only was the darkness getting darker, but the illumination curse on their hands had been eroded and the visibility was less than one meter, and the temperature around them was getting lower and lower, as if it had already begun to winter.

Neither of them are delicate people, and the cold is tolerated, but the surrounding environment gradually becomes weird.

All the sounds seemed to have disappeared, and nothing except the sound of their footsteps on the ground and the subtle breathing.

Even if it is underground, it is so quiet that it makes people feel terrible.

"Chain it." Sherlock couldn't help but speak first as he walked.

Shilk was not silent to say or refuse.

"Um."

"I know that you may be used to this kind of quietness. I feel that you can sit for a day when you are divining."

“No one got used to it from the beginning.”

"When did you know that you have the talent for divination? I remember that this kind of talent can only be inherited."

Hearing Sherlock's question, Hilk paused, but she replied.

"7 years old."

"Before you go to the magic school, you already know that you have the talent for divination? What kind of prophecy master has appeared in your ancestors?"

"I haven't attended magic school."

Sherlock was surprised.

"You haven't even attended? I thought you graduated from Demstrong, so where did you learn your magic?"

Shilk wrapped his black robe tightly: "My mother."

"Family magic education? That's really rare. I remember reading a document before, saying that after the establishment of three magic schools in Europe, Boothbaton, the latest in three magic schools, had no family magic education. After all, he could not do everything in a family."

When Sherlock talked about this topic, he thought of other things.

"In fact, the magic school has been maintaining its original state since its establishment for a thousand years, and there is no sign of progress. The education of wizards has paid too much attention to magic skills. In terms of guiding thoughts, the students' concepts in school are basically like Fujiman who is unattended, and they have been growing up along the mainstream thoughts in the magic world, and there will inevitably be cases of crookedness."

"You have a lot of words."

Shilk responded this to his long speech.

Sherlock shrugged.

"In this atmosphere, okay, it seems a little more than usual."

The temperature seems to have dropped to a fixed point, but after getting used to it, I won’t feel anything particularly unbearable.

It's just that the surroundings are getting darker and darker.

The visible light of the illumination mantra has been compressed to less than half a meter. If you stretch your arms out, you will reach the point where you can't see your five fingers.

The chatting words between Sherlock and Shilk became lower and lower until both of them fell silent.

Because they had reached the end and came to a door.

Together they put the wand in front of the door and saw this a simple wooden door.

The door was empty and there was nothing, and the simple one could not be simpler.

But Sherlock did not directly reach out and push it, but instead used a lock-opening spell to it tentatively.

The wooden door did not respond at all.

Even if it has no lock, the normal door will open itself under the influence of the lock opening curse. This door is obviously not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Sherlock turned his gaze to Shilk.

"In the news you got, was this door made by the goblins?"

"No." The lower half of Shilk's face was inexplicably pale, "They didn't tell me this."

Sherlock frowned, and he stretched out his wand, trying to tap the facade with the tip of the stick to check its special place.

However, before he could reach out his hand, Shilk's voice suddenly rang.

"Don't touch it!"

Sherlock stopped and looked at Shilk who had stopped her. Her eyes covered under her hood looked directly above the door.

Her lips were bloodless, as if she had seen something unacceptable.

Sherlock followed her gaze and hung a yellow straw on the stone wall above the wooden door on the edge of the light.

It was obviously deliberately hung on it.

It was tied up by a rough hemp rope, hanging from the darkness where the hand was invisible, and hung from the door.

The weird feeling was like someone using hemp rope as a fishing line, the straw was a fish hook, and the bait that attracted people to hook... was the wooden door in front of him!

Sherlock saw that Shilk was in a wrong state and asked solemnly.

"What's wrong?"

"It knows someone will find it here." Shilk's voice was still cold, but her tone seemed to be shaking slightly.

"All it intentionally threw this thing down and waited for us to find it."

Sherlock looked at the straw hanging by a hemp rope. From the outside, it looked like the two straws they had picked up on the hills and the backyard of the Pighead Bar, and it was no different from the ordinary ones.

But this straw is definitely not that simple.

"so what?"

"If you want to get in, you have to pass through this door." Shilk's tone became obviously a little confused. "It's easy to open it. All the spells have no effect, but you can just push it with your hands. However, when pushing the door, that person has to go through something he fears the most. If he can bear it, the door can be pushed open."

She didn't say what would happen if she couldn't bear it, and Sherlock didn't ask.

Because everyone will understand this answer even if they don’t say it.

"We will leave first. There will definitely be more than one way to open this door. We can go and ask others for help."
To be continued...