Charles was imprisoned on the wall quietly without any expression, staying in this room.
This is a very large room - very large - with a ceiling as high as a cathedral, and tall and large glass windows like a cathedral, but this is the only ventilation opening, and there are no doors in this room. , Not only that, it has not been painted. The walls and floors are all earthy yellow, earthy red, and dark red. Although it is neatly built, it really looks like it was transformed from a primitive cave, or it was made by craftsmen using big stones and A block of earth, a small amount of metal is hammered and cast, which means it is strong.
It was about five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sunlight that was no longer so bright came through the tall windows, lightly casting golden foil-like spots of light in the room. The neat candlesticks were also lit with snow-white candles for illumination. The candles The light of the fire was extremely bright, but there was no heat. The two candles closest to Charles almost touched his fingertips, but Charles did not feel any closer to the burning heat of the flame.
His expression was tense, his blue eyes were always turning, his teeth were clenched, and his arms were constantly moving, trying to at least free his hands from this wall, but no, this wall was extremely strong. At least not one he can shake.
And the frustrating thing is - even if the hand breaks free, what's the use? His legs couldn't move at all, and he couldn't even run like a normal person.
Charles felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, but at the same time, this situation also gave him an indelible sense of struggle, because even if his legs could not move, he might not have encountered such a helpless situation for many years. It also means that resistance is necessary - because the result of not fighting will undoubtedly be destruction.
"Why are you struggling?" Charles watched as a purple light rippled in the air, and the person who kidnapped him walked out of it, with a kind of innate magnanimity and majesty, unlike human beings. His face is decorated with an elusive calm that is often found in superiors. However, when this man spoke to Charles, his words were full of tolerance and tolerance, just like an elder speaking to his beloved junior, earnestly and seductively, "I am not binding you here to imprison your freedom. Charles, child... you have to know that I will always protect my compatriots, and you are undoubtedly the kind of person I admire most. You are smart, gentle, and strong enough. You can control it as long as you want. Anyone’s heart...but you regard me as your enemy. This is a wrong perception, Charles."
After saying these words, he smiled softly, but Charles, who always smiled at everyone, did not laugh with him.
"You kidnapped me from my school and my home, manipulated my brain, and made me make declarations for you that I shouldn't have made. You imprisoned my sister, friends and students, and injured my lover. And now he's so stingy that he won't even give me a chair," Charles said sharply, "Do I think this is a form of hospitality?"
"Did I intentionally hurt any mutants?" The man said, "As for your lover...ah, he is also a very good child, and his abilities are unmatched by ordinary people. Injuring him It's not what I want, Charles, you know, I am determined to love and protect every citizen."
He stretched out his hand, a blue-skinned hand with strange ornaments, and gently touched Charles' legs. Although Charles didn't feel much, he shivered instinctively, and all the movable muscles in his body suddenly tightened. got up.
"As for you, my child... As I said, I will create a new century... and you will become an indispensable part of it."
"Everyone with ambitions says this," Charles said coldly, "And everyone with such ambitions will eventually fail, because that kind of century will not be what this world needs, nor is it what this world needs. people need it, they will eventually fall, just like the time you ruled so many years ago.”
"Kid, that's different." The man was lifeless, and his magnetic voice brushed past Charles' ears like a feather. "What the people of this world need will be decided by me. By then, no one will If you want to overthrow my rule, because I am the world, the world will be me.”
"Absurd." Charles said.
The man chuckled. There was a meaningful look in his eyes, scanning every inch of Charles's hair, skin, eyes, and every curve of his body. What was revealed in his eyes was unabashed appreciation. This It made Charles feel disgusted and disgusted. And finally, the gaze stopped on Charles' legs.
"I promise you, I'm here to help you," the man said to Charles tolerantly and softly. "When I come to restore your freedom now... true freedom, you will understand that I love and protect you. , charles.”
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Rock climbing is a technical activity. Harry thought to himself, and then helplessly shouted down: "Are you sure you don't want me to bring you up, Scott?"
Under the guidance of the ghost, they found an entrance at a height of about 2 meters. Harry personally felt that this was probably a sequelae of the 'false god' himself, since the first time he was used by ordinary people, he rolled a large stone into the ground. Blocks and knives were brought to such a state.
Five meters of high voltage is nothing. Jean can go up by himself, and Harry can take Li Qianhuan up. The remaining two boys insist on using the rope that Harry threw down from the top for untimely rock climbing activities, and Peter because he runs very fast , except for almost hitting the bottom of the platform protruding from the entrance and breaking his head, it was considered safe to climb up. However, Scott was an ordinary student who had never been trained and had inappropriate abilities. He climbed very slowly.
"If you were to carry...huhu, me, come up...me, you would feel like I was abusing...a child!" Scott stepped on the stone wall with both feet, holding the rope tightly with both hands.
"Um, why didn't you say that when I took you to teleport?" Harry's eyes twitched. Scott always liked to show his adult-like status in front of him and was committed to reducing him to the level of a child.
"You don't mind me anyway." Scott said stubbornly.
Harry thought for a while, nodded simply, and said to Peter and Li Qianhuan who were holding the rope: "Then just pull him up - we shouldn't wait for him so long."
"Okay!" Li Qianhuan said happily, and she and Peter pulled the rope upwards.
"What?! I told you to leave me alone!" Scott shouted in panic below, "Don't pull the rope, I will lose my balance!"
"——Just hold the rope and wait for us to pull you up!" Li Qianhuan shouted to him, while closing his eyes and trying hard to suck.
"I don't care about you," Harry shrugged, "So I won't listen to anything you say - I just pull the rope, and I won't care about you if you let go, Scott."
This attitude of 'let go if you dare' made Scott grit his teeth - unfortunately, he really didn't dare to let go, so he was slowly lifted up like a lunch basket, trying to find Harry Let's settle the score, now is not the time, and Jean shook his head and gave him a look like "Can you please stop being so childish".
Scott, who had always wanted to chase the red-haired girl, was very frustrated. He could only adjust his red quartz goggles and silently say to himself "You are an adult and he is a child" ten times.
Harry held Salazar's portrait in his arms, and the latter said a few words to the waiting ghost, and then the group of people walked forward.
Just like being in some strange theme museum, or a real temple, the corridor behind the entrance is neatly decorated with long candlesticks for lighting, and the white candles above are decorated with gold foil. It produced unique runes, the fire was bright but did not add any warmth, and there was no smoke at all. If it weren't for the wrong time, Harry would be willing to stop and observe something, so apart from taking a glance, he just followed the ghost and continued walking forward.
But Salazar didn't think so. He recognized what it was almost at a glance, with a look of extreme disgust on his face. When Harry looked down, he was startled because it was the first time he saw Salazar with such an expression.
"Cover your mouth and nose!" Salazar said, "This is not a candle...if I guessed correctly." After he finished speaking, he asked a question like a ghost, and the latter just nodded with tears in his eyes, showing deep hatred on his face. Surprised and frightened, Salazar confirmed his idea and told Harry: "These are human fats - remember the movie you watched called "Perfume", similar to that - mixed with a certain proportion of spices. , mixed with the ashes of the deceased, made with a secret recipe from Egypt. Even though you can’t see the smoke and temperature when burning, and the burning time is long, it produces a kind of fine smoke. Inhaling too much will cause People suffer from nightmares and shorten their lifespan and become debilitated."
Everyone was so frightened that they immediately covered their mouths and noses. Peter jumped up and covered his own mouth and nose, and he also hurriedly covered Harry's. What he said in his mouth was muffled: "Is the person living here a pervert? ?! I don’t think this pervert is a ‘false god’ at all, he’s Lucifer from hell, let me tell you!”
"Let's do a head soaking spell." Salazar said gloomily, "I taught you the spell."
Harry couldn't swim, so Salazar strictly required him to practice the Head Bubble Charm just in case - but at the time, he didn't expect that the first practical application would be here.
When everyone had a fish tank-like transparent bubble on their head, Harry asked Salazar: "Is this a product of magic, Salazar? Those...I mean those things," Harry simply couldn't imagine what was in front of him. The Jiejie White Candle is actually such a thing, and I don’t quite understand the principle behind it. “It’s just that... those materials can really cause so much harm to the human body?”
"That's not true," Salazar snorted coldly, "I'm afraid this is a recipe used for assassination. The person who presented this recipe to the 'false god' is probably also a wizard... The anointed candle made with this secret recipe is indeed It is bright and can burn for a long time. It is a very good thing for a 'god' with a temple. The endless supply of incense is a symbol of sacrifice and strong worship - but the 'false god' may not be aware of it at all. To its detriment, if he hadn't been able to keep changing his body, he would have weakened and died long ago... Such a thing itself is cursed, not to mention that there are other spices in the secret recipe."
It goes without saying how many lives are needed to make so many anointed candles. With so many human lives on the back, if the 'false god' who is surrounded by these things all day long and does these things is an ordinary Muggle, then... Sabah Noor has died a long time ago, and if he is not dead now, he will one day have to pay for the debt of his life... Fate is never so unfair, it just takes time.
Salazar thought so in his heart, and then sneered.
Whenever one person kills or saves another person, a weak and imperceptible connection is created. Perhaps this connection will not be discovered until the death of both people, but this connection will always bring benefits or disadvantages, regardless of Sooner or later, Salazar has had a taste of it, and he also knows that the more unique a person is, the easier it is to be entangled in this relationship, such as the wizard, and the 'false god'.
"Let's go quickly," Harry stared at the candlesticks, was silent for a while, and finally said, "otherwise the Bubble Curse will have to be cast again."
The ghost also pointed forward and kept talking very anxiously. Salazar explained that walking a little further, there would be a prison where prisoners were held. Each room was separated. Someone was just imprisoned today, which made Harry His eyes lit up and he quickly asked who was there.
"Two women and three or four men," Salazar continued to translate. "There was a woman who was imprisoned with blue scales all over her body. He was frightened."
"It's Raven!" Li Qianhuan said in surprise.
"It's my aunt!" Harry couldn't help shouting, "Then let's go quickly!"
Several people looked at each other and felt that hope was ahead.
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"You come with me." Kevin demanded arrogantly.
"What?" Ororo said.
"You come with me, otherwise," he glanced at Raven on the wall with a half-smile, "Who knows if you will let her go - I understand you women, you are always ridiculously soft-hearted. "
"Just like your soft-hearted mother," Raven said coldly, with defiance and contempt in her eyes, "she will definitely regret not killing you when you were born, or sending you far away, or not treating you earlier. You isolate.”
Kevin took a few steps forward and stood in front of her, raising his eyebrows and looking at Raven as if he were an ant.
"Generally speaking, I like blonde beauties very much," Kevin said, "but first of all I hate women who are strong and don't understand form, and secondly I hate women who are against their masters."
After saying that, he took out a sharpened saber from his pocket, pierced Raven's thigh without hesitation, and then pulled Ororo out of the prison.
"What are you doing!" Ororo shouted at him with great disapproval, and even wanted to rush back immediately, "The master did not ask us to hurt these hostages! She is also one of our compatriots!"
Still a hero! She said in her mind.
"You are so stupid," Kevin said, "The people who are on our side are our compatriots. What did you do wrong?" He pushed Ororo away, clicked a few traps on the wall next to him, and then the whole scene There was a rumble on the floor, and the door to Raven's room was shut very tightly with a bang, not even a ray of light could get through.
Ororo simply felt that this person was unreasonable: "Why did you activate the maze? It will trap the patrolling people inside. You know that except for a few of them, most of them can't even climb the walls of the maze..."
"This is the effect I want," Kevin said arrogantly and proudly, "so that she won't have to think about anyone coming to save her - the wound bleeding inside like this is the lesson I taught her!"
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Like a headless fly, Harry turned around in shock, shouting: "Jean——Scott——Qianhuan——"
"I'm here!"
Harry heard Peter's voice, but he couldn't see him at all. The voice seemed to be not far away, but Harry couldn't identify the location for a while.
Just now, when they came out of the corridor and stepped into an extremely empty hall, the ground shook wildly. When everyone was unsteady, the ground tilted and cracked, and the solid earth wall was pulled out from the gaps. He stood up, and in the blink of an eye he grew taller than ten Harrys. The tall Harry even doubted whether the ceiling here was that high, and then he was surrounded by walls. Not only that, those high walls, those curved The winding paths and dead ends they encountered from time to time all proved that they had fallen into a maze.
This was simply a magic mechanism. Harry didn't know if he could get out by turning into a ball of yarn.
Then again, he finally understood why the hall was so empty - it turned out to be a space reserved for the maze.
Harry looked around him, and there was no one there. Only the portrait of Salazar in his arms could still stay with him because he was being held in his arms.
"I'm coming to find you right now, just stand still, Peter!" After thinking about it, Harry shouted in a random direction, "Don't run around looking for a way!"
"………………"
What was horrifying and creepy was that no one on the other end answered him.
Harry inappropriately recalled the Weasley twins' story about the place where their eldest brother worked - it was also a pyramid. It was said that there were so many mechanisms and spells that it was possible to enter and never come out.
Thinking of this, Harry looked at the firelight from the burning human body candle above his head, shuddered, and then gave up his plan to fly immediately - who knew if there was any mechanism.
He held Salazar's portrait and tried to move in one direction. After trying two roads and finding a possible corner, he spun around and was hit head-on by something that hit the ground. He cursed loudly, with a tremble of fear in his voice: "Who?! Who walks without looking at... Harry?!!"
This sudden sound made Harry cover his ears involuntarily, and when he got up and looked over, he was no less surprised than the other person.
I saw that the other person was wearing inconspicuous Muggle clothes, but he was holding a wand. And this person had a shiny platinum head, and his gray-blue eyes were wide open. He looked like he wanted to eat himself whole to suppress the shock. .
"…………dr, Draco?!!"
