A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

"Then how did you get the ticket?" Unieff asked.

"Buy from someone with a bill," Lulu said.

Unieff blinked.

Although it is very reasonable, he always feels that it is too cute. He thought that he had never seen Lulu deal with foreign affairs before, and he thought that he would follow a guy like Cruise and his methods would be a little more brutal.

Think bad, think bad, if the house elf is not docile, it will not be crowned with the word domestic, and the host will not be relieved.

"Then how do you know who has bills?" he asked.

Lulu said: "This one is relatively easy. Where there is power, there are always house-elves. I just need to ask them."

Eugene was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Do you say anything among the house-elves?"

"It's not like saying everything." Lu Lu said, "Of course, you can't say what your master has specially ordered. An old man like me knows what he can say and what he can't say, but younger people are not so cautious."

Eugene thoughtful.

"What are you thinking about?" Lulu asked.

"It's nothing," Union said. "I just want to be able to get the house-elves together and make an intelligence system. Do you think it's possible?"

Lu Lu thought about it for a while, shook his head, and said, "It's unlikely, master. We only serve the families to which we belong, and a piece or two of unimportant idle news is fine, it doesn't matter to anyone, but if you want to ."

It paused and said, "Our house-elves are very loyal."

It's impossible to say inside and out, and think about it, if it were that easy, someone would have done it long ago.

Unieff said: "I see. As for how I enter the auction, you don't have to worry about it. I have my own way. However, I should go to the arena first, and the auction will start at night, right?"

Lu Lu nodded: "then I'll stare at Connie for you, master."

So, split up.

Holding the flyer of the arena, Unieff could easily find the target among the tents, because the top of the arena tent was always suspended with the mark of two wands crossing.

However, before getting close, let me briefly explain the reasons why he went to the above two places.

Without him, because these two organizations have never been heard of in later generations, even in the history of magic, there is no such record.

Maybe he just thought too much. After all, since it is on the black market, it is naturally not on the table, but he feels that the traces are too clean. If it is normal, it must be so small...

But the actual situation is not, as if erased.

Of course, just based on this feeling, it is naturally not worth spending a lot of effort to study, but since it happened to happen, you might as well take a look, it's all something.

Thinking like this, I approached the territory of the arena tent.

The tent was surrounded by iron barbed nets, like a city wall. Outside the barbed nets, there was a white space with other tents, reflecting a sense of distance, like a moat-like gulf.

There are two entrances, one is the main entrance for the audience to enter; the other is the side entrance for the players to enter.

When Yunevo approached the side door, he saw one or two people hesitating at the door, but in the end, he seemed to muster up his courage and finally walked in.

In short, not like a powerful wizard.

What are they doing in there?

In this era, no matter how difficult the life of a wizard is, it is always better than a Muggle. If you don't like wizard duels, or you want to measure your strength, wizards who want to live a simple life don't need to force themselves to find excitement.

And if you are a wizard who can't even take care of your life, then your strength is naturally incomprehensible. Isn't it a gift when you come here?

In other words, the strength level of the arena is not as high as imagined?

Anyway, let's take a look at it first.

Walking into the range of the iron barbed net, following the passage coiled by the "iron thorns", we entered the back of the tent, where there were two expressionless and grim wizards guarding. , let him in.

There was another person inside, indifferently instructing him to go down a dark downward staircase. There were iron handrails on the side of the staircase, but at the temperature of snow now, it is better not to touch it with your hands.

The real arena is underground, with copper trays embedded in the stone walls on both sides, with candles flickering fixed on them.

Although it is not bright, it is better than the number, so there is no place that is particularly dark.

It's just that Unieff was a little strange. In this relatively closed environment, wouldn't so many candles burn out the oxygen, but he didn't feel any difficulty in breathing.

It may be a special candle, or there may be a special ventilation system.

Go down the stairs, don't know how long.

Since coming to the historical copy, the system time does not need to be read at all. It is still marked with the time in the real world. If the historical copy time has passed one day, the system time may not be able to pass one second.

This forced Unieff to measure the passage of time with his own senses. If he could see natural light, it would be fine. Uniev could easily tell what time and what time it was, but in this situation, he could only Estimates are based on the frequency of heartbeat, pulse, and involuntary tremors of muscles and fascia.

It may be about ten minutes, at least for that long, it is generally downward, but there are also turns in other directions, it may be spiraling down, but the stone wall is not transparent, and Unieff can only estimate this by feeling.

The two people who came in front of them didn't know where they went, why didn't they meet, and according to the pace, Yunevo felt that he was fairly fast.

No matter how many, in the end, it came to a bottom, turned, and entered a stone room~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was a man in a white hooded robe, his face was mostly hidden under the hood, and the candlelight was shining. A light and dark dividing line was drawn around her nose.

As for why she could be judged as a woman, she was much better at judgement than Connie, at least it could be seen from the lips, like two slices of orange flesh peeled off with full grains, but red.

She was sitting on a wooden chair, with a wooden table in front of her, and a crystal ball on the wooden table.

"Want to fortune before the duel?" she asked.

Yunevo looked around and saw nothing but another door.

So he looked back at the white-robed and hooded divination witch, and asked, "Is there no one to entertain and guide someone? This is my first time here."

"I am the one in charge of hospitality and guidance," said the witch. "Do you want to divination?"

"What does this have to do with divination? Isn't it about a wizard duel?" Yunev asked bluntly.

In his heart, he was impatient with this kind of trickery.