"Sell it?! How could I do that, I will never sell it in my life." Ron said, "I just want to convert it into gold so that I can know its value accurately, you know what I mean Right? You are an expert in this area, Aiwen, help me estimate the price, you know, I rarely come into contact with such valuable magic items."
"If I have to bid, I'm willing to pay 10,000 Galleons for this extinguisher!" Aiwen said perfunctorily, trying to input magic power into the statue of the evil god in his hand, "Of course, no one will sell it at this price , so it's just a theoretical price, and Dumbledore would have it..."
Ai Wen couldn't remember what he said later.
As his magic power entered the statue of the evil god, he felt his thoughts float out of his body and follow the magic power into it
At this moment, his mind, soul, senses, everything and magic merged into one.
Aiwen's magic power brought these things into the statue from the topmost one-eyed position of the statue, and the feeling of passing through the statue of the evil god was as if he was stuffed into a narrow rubber tube, and the pressure came from all directions, squeezing he.
Driven by magic power, he flows forward like a liquid along a non-existent pipe.
Forward, forward!
Aiwen really entered the statue, and the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger!
Just when he was almost out of breath, his eyes suddenly opened up, the pressure disappeared, and he passed through the statue of the evil god and entered it.
Inside the statue is a world of mist, the white mist covers everything, and there is no end in sight.
Aiwen's magic power formed a golden arc trajectory, along the established trajectory, across the mist and extended to a deeper level.
His thoughts moved forward with the magic power, and as he deepened, Ivan looked around curiously.
Although the surrounding space is monotonous, it is full of mystery, dreamlike, real and unreal exist at the same time at this moment, a bit like the feeling of waking up in sleep, Ai Wen can feel his body, hear the voice on the bed next to him. Ron was talking, but his consciousness was immersed in the foggy illusion in front of him.
Can he feel that there is something hidden in the deepest part of the fog
Aiwen wanted to go deep into it and explore it carefully, but at this moment, the whole world began to shake violently, and his thoughts returned to reality.
Ivan opened his eyes and saw Ron shaking his body vigorously in front of him.
"Stop shaking, Ron!"
"Are you okay, Ivan?" Ron asked nervously, "You were very wrong just now, I was asking you how much the Snake Staff and the Gryffindor Sword were worth, but you didn't answer, as if you fell asleep, I thought you were asleep at first too, but I turned around and saw this statue in your hand glowing... then I realized something was wrong, I really don't know what to do, if you don't wake up, I'm going to shout You're dead, fortunately you woke up, did the monster that the black wizard turned into do something to you?!"
Because he was used to the ethereal state just now, Ivan felt that his body was very heavy now.
He just felt dizzy and a little nauseous.
Ron's voice buzzed in his ears, and it felt a bit like post-Apparition discomfort.
Ron was still there describing his sobriety just now, Ivan shook his head, sat up, raised his voice and said, "I'm fine, Ron, not despicable Haierbo, I'm just trying to gather the magic power on the statue, Finding the statue connected to a strange space, my thoughts went into it with magic."
"You said there is a strange space inside this statue? What's in it?"
"There is nothing but fog!" Ivan murmured, staring at the statue in his hand, "I think this statue can directly span space."
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Ron stopped suddenly, and there was a creaking sound from downstairs.
"what sound?"
"Probably Charlie, who sneakily let the hair grow back while Mom was asleep." Ron said uncertainly, he looked up at the yard outside the window, looking very nervous, "It's all over now, Why isn't Harry back?"
Aiwen also looked up and looked out. In the dark night, the tent in the garden emitted a faint orange light.
Just when he was about to look back, suddenly a figure shook, and someone appeared from the darkness and walked to the side of the tent.
Strange, who sees coming to The Burrow at this hour? !
"Look, Ivan, who is here!" Ron said, and hurriedly approached the window, "It's Lupine, what is he doing so late?"
"Maybe there's something going on." Ivan said, he also saw the visitor clearly.
Lupine looked serious, which was odd indeed.
Ai Wen suddenly had a bad feeling that nothing really happened.
Lupine got into Sirius' tent, and soon Harry was kicked out of the tent.
He seemed to be protesting something with Sirius and Lupine.
"Let's go down and have a look!" Ivan said, putting away the statue of the evil god.
"No, we're going to wake Mum up if we go down like this," said Ron. "Believe me, she's going to lose her temper if she finds out we're up at this hour and running around outside. The groom's mother was cruel." Killing five people would put a damper on the whole wedding."
"Stop talking, Ron, go from here, Mrs. Weasley won't find out." Ivan said, he opened the window and jumped out.
Ron looked at him in surprise, his mouth dropped open.
The three people who were arguing in the garden also listened, and stared dumbfounded at Ivan who fell from the sky.
In the air, Ivan fell straight down.
He swung his wand wildly, and his body floated out in an arc, landing firmly beside Harry.
"This levitation technique is really beautiful, Ivan!" Sirius praised.
"Thanks, what happened?"
"It's nothing important." Lupine hesitated, then continued, "Well, it's okay to tell you, it's Scrimgeour, we got word that he called all the Aurors after he left the Burrow this afternoon and returned to the Ministry of Magic , is studying the plan to attack Malfoy Manor, and plans to act tomorrow morning."
"Scremgeour is going to fight Voldemort!" Harry said in surprise.
"He seems to have this idea."
"That's right, he finally doesn't intend to continue the stalemate." Sirius snorted heavily.
"But facing Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic has no chance of winning." Ivan frowned and said, "Scremgeour is very aware of this, why would he do this?"
"Who knows, maybe he's crazy! Or something stimulated here in the afternoon!"
"What did you say this afternoon? I heard that Scrimgeour sent you Dumbledore's belongings. Is there something in it?" Lupine asked.