The transcendent successor of Harry Potter

Also, after all, things like the fountain of good luck, which are originally only possible in fairy tales, of course, cannot be placed here and easily obtained by others.

Wilkes stood in place, looking at the ruined buildings in the fog in front of him, and observed them seriously.

This ruined building should have existed for a very long time, and judging from the decorative patterns on the construction of the wreckage on the ground, it is at least a model of the last century.

Or even further.

From the ruins that remain, it can only be roughly seen that there is still a crumbling, auditorium-like building, standing in the ruins.

Thinking, he took a step, walked on top of the ruins in the fog, and walked towards the only remaining auditorium with general support.

Because that’s the center of this ruin.

If there is really any spring of good luck, it should be there, and just standing in place and stupid, the spring of good luck will not be sent to the door by itself.

Although Wilkes was still a little confused at this time, since he came, he naturally would not back down.

“I want to see what’s so unusual in this area of ruins.” He said secretly in his heart.

Since before that, even Peter Pettigrew and the four of them had access to the fountain of good luck, Wilkes did not believe in himself, would he be inferior to them?

The area of the ruined building is not large, perhaps only the size of a normal tower at Hogwarts, and in the blink of an eye, Wilkes has arrived at the center of the ruins.

In front of the ruined building that resembles an auditorium.

Then, he observed for a while, then found an entrance where he could enter the ruined building, and walked directly in without hesitation.

“Fluorescent flashing!” Entering the ruined building, there was darkness all around, and at the first moment, Wilkes waved his wand to illuminate the environment inside the ruined building.

From the outside, the inside of the building is no different, still full of desolation, ruins and ruins.

He carefully observed the surroundings, except for the building rock, he did not find anything, suspected to be the trace of the spring of good luck.

Wilkes’ expression did not change, but silently continued to go deeper, walking in the dark and searching, if the fountain of good luck was really here, it would be impossible to escape his gaze.

On both sides, rows of decaying wooden chairs, worn white marble Ioni columns, large domes in the style of ancient castles, rich and exquisite reliefs everywhere…

It used to seem like a real auditorium, and by the light from the top of his wand, he looked at the scene he passed by, and he was amazed.

Eventually, Wilkes stands in front of a statue of a with a broken arm, which is at the center of it all.

Looking back at the scenes he had just passed, he was even more certain that this was once an auditorium.

But……

“Where is the spring of good luck?” Wilkes’ gaze cooled, and after checking the surroundings several times, he did not find any trace of the spring of good luck.

It couldn’t be, the ruined building wasn’t big, there was no search omission, but he really didn’t find it.

Before coming in, Wilkes imagined many situations he might encounter, such as a powerful ancient protective charm or the presence of creatures guarding the fountain of good luck.

I didn’t think I would find a spring of good luck.

After all, the horse prophet could not deceive him, otherwise he would have to bear the price of deceiving him.

Wilkes believed that the centaur prophet wouldn’t do that, so he began to look down and think about something else, whether there was something else he might not have noticed.

Afterwards, he kept looking around, looking for details that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Wait!” At this time, Wilkes’ pupils suddenly contracted sharply, stared at a corner of the statue in front of him, trembled, and said in shock:

“How can there be a sign of the Deathly Hallows here?!”

I saw that in the lower right corner of the statue of the with the broken arm, there was a statue made of “Δ” “|”. ○”, a three-part sign, because of the darkness around it, so it was not detected for the first time.

This symbol was all too familiar to him, so after just a glance, he immediately recognized that it was not the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

Wilkes reached out and stroked the logo a few times, and found that it was carved into the statue, and that it was not carved later, but was carved in the first place.

It was unusual, and he didn’t think it was just engraved.

This made Wilkes directly think of the purpose of his trip, the good luck spring that he had not yet found.

Immediately, he suddenly looked up at the statue of a with a broken arm that he had not carefully examined just now, and did not miss any corner, thinking that it should be the key to finding the fountain of good luck.

“What’s so different about this statue,” Wilkes said in anticipation as he examined.

Airplanes!

But just as he was inspecting the statue, he raised the illuminated wand in his hand, and inadvertently, after gently touching the statue, the vision occurred!

Light, very bright but not dazzling, but warm light, emanating from the surface of the statue.

Immediately, Wilkes retreated sharply, but he could not avoid the speed of the light, and his eyes were shrouded in light in the blink of an eye, and his eyes were closed.

With a piercing tinnitus, it took tens of seconds before Wilkes opened his eyes again, tense and vigilant around him.

When he opened his eyes again, the environment around him was completely different.

“This is!!”

Wilkes’ face changed.