Chapter 1112 (2/2)
It is Performance art?
”I'll do it.” Van Lin looked at Rutherford, who was going to push the lid of the coffin. Obviously, without the help of magic, such a large Obsidian slab could only be done by Hogwarts' hunting ground keeper, or Mr. Hagrid, a professor of miraculous animal protection.
I don't know what happened to him and Mrs. Maxim
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Fanlin drew out his wand, and under the urging of the magic stone, the tip of the wand lit up a glittering blue light.
Hermione tightened her hand a little nervously.
It can be seen that Fanlin is a little difficult, perhaps because the magic here is really thin. When nicoleme lights up all the inscriptions engraved on van Lin's wand, the coffin cover still has no meaning to move.
”What's the matter?” Hermione asked nervously that the girl was worried about something unexpected.
”Obsidian...” ”It's dispelling my magic...” he said
Fanlin frowned, which in itself was a very strange thing.
In alchemy, obsidian itself is a substance containing a high concentration of energy, and the communication of Vaseline through magic is much easier than it is now.
”Maybe Professor Dumbledore and Mr. nicoleme didn't open it at all.” Hermione hesitated.
It is quite possible that Dumbledore could not waste his magic in such a place which is obviously not the main tomb, as for nicoleme
Nicoleme's body could not even contain the escape of the magic, and in such a difficult situation, it was obvious that nicoleme would not try anything.With the physical condition of Dumbledore and nicoleme, to be reasonable, Fanlin didn't think that two old people, one even over 600 years old, wasted time doing this kind of hard work here?
”Give me a hand.” ”I'll keep putting out the magic, and then you'll try to push it away,” Van leen said
”OK.” Rutherford nodded and put his hand on the top of the lid.
When Fanlin felt his wand began to heat, finally, the coffin cover moved slowly under the push of the two people.
Hermione was nervous. Her eyes were fixed on the position of the coffin. Soon, under the joint efforts of van Lin and Rutherford, the lid of the coffin was removed, and a faint blue halo was projected onto the top of the stone chamber through a corner of the gap.
It's really a stone chamber made by Longjing. The faint Fanlin feels that it's not right.
”Move it a little bit.” Van Lin shook his teeth, which surprised him. The luminous coffin?
Maybe there's Phosphorous fire or something in it.
”So?” When Rutherford tried again, Vaseline thought, controlling the magic and covering the interface with a thin layer of ice, which made it much easier.
Rutherford pushed hard, and with the sound of the ice breaking, the coffin moved a large distance to the side.
”What's in there?” Hermione asked carefully, as if afraid to disturb the sleeping dead.
”I don't know...” Rutherford said, ”come and have a look.”
”What is this?” Fanlin couldn't help but blurt out. The moment he opened the coffin, the dark blue halo lit up the whole stone chamber, just like opening a huge light source.
Glittering?
A coffin?
This obviously does not match, but the fact is that, in the light of the three people's faces are so pale.