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Chapter 466 Endless Corpses

"Here we are."

After the boat completely sank to the bottom of the lake, it didn't take long for them to arrive at a place that was obviously a dock - many smaller boats were parked here, and they were obviously used by students on a daily basis.

On the way, Professor Negokin pointed out the location of the underground area and the first-floor garden to them, but the three did not stop, but walked all the way to the second floor of the castle - although it sounds strange, the hall here is indeed on the second floor.

After that, it was the daily reception routine of the castle. However, compared to the last time he went to Durmstrang, Andrew's treatment had improved significantly. Even the professors who still stayed in the school tried very hard to speak slowly when they received him, and even showed extremely friendly smiles when he responded in Russian.

Apart from the fact that the alcohol content was a little too high, there was nothing to blame about the banquet - and even if there was alcohol, Andrew used a sweet wine-like drink to top it up, and no one had any objections to it.

"How does it feel?"

Professor McGonagall asked him after the party.

"Friendly, but still embarrassing. Wizarding society is not that independent."

Andrew shook his head, “But it has nothing to do with us.”

Hogwarts is not a savior, and Andrew is even less so. Even with the added bonus of the school's reputation, he would not lift a finger towards something he is not good at.

"You really are much more sober than many adult professors," the professor shook his head, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face. "Then have a good rest. Tomorrow you will go on an underground adventure under the guidance of Professor Negokin. Although he will definitely guarantee your safety, I hope you can remain vigilant as always."

"I will, Professor," Andrew nodded in agreement, "After all, this is someone else's place."

He had a very clear positioning of himself - he came here just to practice in someone else's dungeon, and the difference between having him do the chores or not was just a matter of more or less trouble, after all, Professor McGonagall was there.

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"Fortunately, my schedule has been completely disrupted, otherwise this time difference would really be uncomfortable..."

The next morning, when Andrew got up, he shook his head, forcing himself to be fully awake, and started complaining casually.

The breakfast was still sumptuous, but there were not as many people as last night, and after the meal he was going to go to the underground area to take a look.

After the meal, he and Professor McGonagall parted ways, and were led by the failing professor who had led the way yesterday from the second floor of the castle all the way down to the first floor.

"The areas above the second floor are clean and protected by holy spells. They have all been purified," Professor Negokin said as he led the way to Andrew. "But Principal Rasputin did not purify the first floor, leaving it as a place for future generations to practice magic."

"Holy spell?"

Andrew repeated, trying to learn more - though he didn't expect any details.

"Yes, the Holy Spell, the guardian magic that protects the entire castle. No dark creatures can penetrate the castle," Professor Fei-Gen looked sincere, like a fat monk preaching. "On the contrary, the Purification Spell is much weaker. The level of our descendants is too poor."

"But I can't tell you more, Mr. Taylor," Professor Fail shook his head, "Let's talk about the underground area - it has existed since the day the school was founded."

"What you mean is," Andrew quickly realized the other meaning of this statement, "that the Inferi and old ghosts in there are endless?" If there were only a few of them causing trouble, the underground floor would have been cleaned out long ago. There were already there on the day the school was founded. As for the Inferi, it only proves that his initial guess was correct, and that Inferi can indeed be mass-produced here.

"It should be said that it is similar to the existence of the Inferi and the Old Ghost, because there are no corpses." Professor Failure shook his head, "But the loot that occasionally drops is real."

"Trophy?"

This was too amazing. Andrew had never seen it in the information, so he asked curiously.

"Yes, spoils of war. However, there are basically no physical objects left from about 200 years ago. The only things left are magic skills or experiences that can be preserved for about a week. The magic props from before are basically gone. Even if there are physical objects, there are only some ancient coins or gems that appear occasionally."

Yes, the school was founded seven centuries ago. Even if there are few people, any good things must have been moved out, otherwise they would not be shared. However, Andrew is still a little curious about the issue of ancient coins - how much wealth would it take to sustain it for so long?

"Ancient coins?"

"Yes, ancient coins, but they are just ancient styles. They are just ordinary gold or silver that have been cast by some magic. They are useful in potions, but they are not valuable. In order to maintain the enthusiasm of students, the school is willing to pay four Sickles for each ancient silver coin, and the gold coin is also one to four."

As Professor Failing spoke, he showed the so-called ancient coin. Andrew took it and took a look - it was obviously fake, and it was so new that it looked like it had been minted just last week.

But there is indeed an eerie feeling on it, and it feels like the scent of death grass that often grows in some dark environments.

"It is indeed very similar. If this aura is extracted when boiling, it can probably complete the production of anger potion or thorn potion."

Perhaps the potions were completely replenished, and Andrew immediately thought of these two common potions.

The former is a potion commonly used in adventures to stimulate magical creatures, while the latter is a potion used to cultivate special plants and is very expensive.

"Gold plus this aura, it's really not a loss, and there's even some profit... This is leaving a continuous source of wealth for future generations..."

Even though he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Andrew was certain that there must be something like an alchemical formation underneath. Although the effect wasn't as amazing as the Philosopher's Stone, it could be considered one of the top achievements of alchemy.

'That's amazing.'

Andrew admired in his heart, and he did not stop praising him. "What a great wizard. His foresight is admirable."

"Yes, as long as the dungeon is there, the school's heritage will not be lost forever. Sometimes we think the underground area is another holy spell area," Professor Fail nodded in agreement. "Okay, we're almost there. Let me introduce you to the armor first. After all, you're not suitable for fighting after a meal. Then we can start our adventure in the underground area."

"I've been looking forward to it since yesterday."

Andrew responded, his expression not suppressed, revealing his excitement directly.

"Don't worry, although it's not brand new, it's absolutely reliable. Our professor adjusted a set of the best armor overnight."

The failing professor looked serious.

(End of this chapter)